Page 50 of Wrong Cabin, Right Time
“Yes!” Sage cries out, attempting to grind her hips against me to make herself come. I laugh and stop her.
“You’ll come when I let you.” I wait for her pleasure to recede before pumping myself into her again. “You’re so fucking wet right now. Is that because of what I did?”
She looks at me, nodding while she bites her lip, hard. “Yes.”
I pump into her harder, letting her know how much I approve of her answer. As I get closer, I start losing control of myself and sink into the pleasure. My cock throbs as she clenches around me, almost pulling me deeper inside as her orgasm ripples through her body.
I don’t stop fucking her until every last drop of my cum is drained from me. Sage screams the entire time as she twitches below me.
When we’re finally done, I pull out and stare at her with a satisfied smile. She watches me with interest, no doubt recognizing how relaxed I am for the first time since meeting me.
“We should finish up here.” I button my pants while she stares at me, and a moment later she puts her clothes back on.
I’ve never done anything like that before. It’s not part of my plan, but I feel too good to dwell on that.
The body is almost done in the oven, and the two of us finish cleaning up. After a while, I turn off the oven and wait for it to cool before pulling the stretcher back out to see nothing but ash remaining of Eli.
I find my bag and pull out a small glass vial, the same ones I use for each of my victims. Sage watches curiously as I scoop a small amount of ashes inside and stare at it with a smile on my face.
“What?” I ask, realizing this is the first time someone has ever seen my ritual. Nobody knows about my morbid keepsakes but me.
“I just never expected you would be the type to have trophies.” Sage shrugs.
We finish cleaning the room and sweeping Eli’s ashes into a box. When I’m confident there’s no evidence remaining, we leave the basement and head back to the car. I empty the box of ashes as the wind blows, and they flow away, melding with the earth around us.
The drive back home is quiet, but the tension that was there before is gone. Both of us are calm and relaxed. A pleasant buzz in my head forces a smile on my lips. This was an incredible kill. I have Sage to thank for that. I never would have found Eli if it wasn’t for her, and I wouldn’t have yearned for his blood if it wasn’t for her either.
Sure, I missed out on killing Kevin because of her. But that kill would not have compared to this one.
When we get home, I lead her into my office, where I grab the vials of ashes from all my other kills and show them to her. This is the last part of who I am that she doesn’t know.
She picks them up and looks at them, carefully analyzing each one before putting it back. I can see the reverence in her eyes. These were people at one point. Living, breathing people whom I have killed.
She isn’t afraid.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sage
I’m surprised by the calm I feel this morning. Well, maybecalmisn’t the right word. I feel energized by what we did. The power of being able to make Eli follow me into that dark corner, knowing what was going to happen afterward, is intoxicating. If I could do that for him, I can do that for countless other people.
I feel like something has awoken inside me. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined I would have a hand in something like this. Even days ago, I thought I’d want to run for the hills when everything was done, but I don’t.
Travis is still asleep when I wake up. That in and of itself should show that something has changed. I stare at his face and study just how serene he looks. For the first time since I’ve met him, there’s a weight off his shoulders. There’s a lightness surrounding him. He’s at peace for once.
He’s sleeping so soundly I’m tempted to poke his cheek just to see if he’s still breathing. Not that I’d want him to be dead—but if he were, at least I’d get to use my new crematorium skills again.
I tiptoe out of bed, being careful not to wake him. After everything we did last night, he needs his rest. It’s almost 8:00 a.m., and I know he’s going to be waking up any minute now.
In the kitchen, I pull out the ingredients to make a celebratory breakfast. I don’t care about Travis’s calories for the day. I’m going to shove bacon and eggs down his throat if it’s the last thing I do.
I hum to myself, practically dancing behind the counter as I crack eggs and mix them in a bowl. Bacon is frying on the stove, sending the salty and fatty aromas through the room. My stomach growls, and I realize I didn’t eat anything yesterday. I was far too nervous about the kill.
“What are you doing?” Travis startles me, and I nearly drop a bowl filled with shredded potatoes. I exhale a sigh of relief when I see it’s just him.
“I’m making us breakfast. And you’re going to eat it.” I wave the spatula like a sword. “You have two options: scrambled or scrambled with a side of ‘I don’t want to hear it.’” When a fleck of grease hits the counter, I salute the mess with the spatula. “Breakfast combat casualty. He died bravely.” Travis immediately grabs a paper towel and wipes it up.
He grabs another spatula while I’m in the middle of mixing the shredded potatoes with the seasonings and some freshly diced onions and flips the bacon in the pan. I keep humming under my breath as I sway my hips back and forth. Travis just watches me with an amused smile.
