Page 46 of Unhinged Cain

“Good, you’re finally starting to come around. I’ll have to let my brother know that he needs to tone down the sleeping agent he’s using.”

That voice…

The fog slowly cleared with each passing second, and as it did, I wished to go back to sleep and try to wake up again in a different reality. My eyes cleared a little more and what started out as a fuzzy blur began to take shape, and there he was…Cain.

Cain, if that was his real name, was squatting in front of me and gripping my chin in his hand. His fingers dug painfully into my skin as he forced me to sit up. It felt like his fingers had the ability to burn the skin he was touching. I couldn’t believe this was the serial killer my mother and the entire FBI were chasing. So far, they had no leads on this man, but here he was, inches away from my face. He was so close, and this might be my only chance to get free. Letting my head lull heavily in his hand, I tested my fingers and wiggled my toes. Everything was still functioning. It was now or never. Giving it my all, I lunged for him with a yell but was jerked to a stop.

“Whoa, I do like your fire, you have such a wild beast in you, Sunshine, and it’s just begging to be let out,” he said and then laughed. It wasn’t a nice laugh, though. No, it was the kind of laugh you’d expect to hear at an abandoned carnival as you wandered the house of mirrors.

I whipped my head around and stared at the leather shackles tightly bound on my ankles and wrists. Shooting to my feet, I instantly fell against the wall and slid down like I’d been out for an all-night bender. The remainder of whatever I’d been dosed with slammed into my system, making the room spin violently.

The song, You Are My Sunshine, ended. Moments later, it began again. I gripped my temples as my head pounded in time to the song’s beat. At least he hadn’t chosen rave music. The scent from my strange dream was stronger now, and I realized it was a combination of bleach and something else that made my skin crawl.

“Here you go, Sunshine,” Cain said, and I lifted my head enough to stare at the cup of what looked like water that was held out toward me.

With a roar of frustration, I smacked the cup out of his hand. The clear liquid splattered everywhere as the plastic cup harmlessly bounced off the floor.

Whack!

My whole head whipped to the side. The strike was fast. I never saw his hand move, but I certainly felt the sharp crack across my cheek as the back of his hand connected. The force of the strike rocked me sideways, but I caught myself just before my face hit the floor.

“That wasn’t very nice, Kirby, not very nice at all. You’re in my home, and you don’t treat your host like that. Do I need to teach you manners?”

“Go fuck yourself,” I growled out and dabbed at the corner of my mouth to see if there was blood.

I bit back a scream as Cain gripped a handful of my hair and yanked my head around so I was forced to stare into his unnerving gaze. His blue eyes were like a prism catching the sun’s rays. They seemed unearthly, and maybe they were. Maybe that was why the FBI couldn’t catch him. Maybe they’d been looking for a man when they should’ve been looking for the devil.

“I’d prefer to fuck you,” he whispered as his grip tightened on my long hair.

I was helpless as he pulled me close to his face. Goosebumps rose all over my skin as he ran what felt like the tip of his tongue up the side of my neck. I despised my body’s reaction to this man and had to bite my lip hard as he nuzzled the sensitive skin by my ear.

“I like your vulgar mouth, Sunshine, but be careful how you use it.”

He pulled back enough that his face hovered in front of mine. There was no humor, only a raw hunger that terrified me to my core and was mingling with the churning heat in the pit of my stomach. There was something wrong with me and my head because no one should have any kind of sexual reaction in this situation, let alone while they were chained up.

“I can see the conflicted emotions in your eyes. Has anyone ever told you that your eyes hold no secrets?” I quickly looked away, my pulse pounding harder. “Don’t worry, Kirby. I won’t fuck you…right now. I’d prefer to have you begging me for it, and I promise you that you will.” His other hand gripped my face and tilted my head up at an odd angle. It hurt, yet the pain subsided the moment his lips brushed mine. “Mmm, you’re so tempting, Sunshine. So very tempting.”

“I’ll beg when Hell freezes over,” I mumbled through the tight grip.

Cain smirked and then chuckled. The sound went straight down my spine and made me shiver in a way that wasn’t unpleasing.

“Oh, Kirby, you can’t fool me.” Releasing the grip on my hair, he sat back on his heels and looked way too casual with his arms draped on his knees. “That’s certainly not what you said the other night.”

Confusion knitted my brow as I glared at the man who had no business being this sexy. I was starting to think that all men needed to come with a warning label, but one like this needed a billboard sign or someone to sky-write, ‘stay the fuck away,’ above his head.

“Let me refresh your memory. You couldn’t be bothered getting out of your dress.” The jump in my pulse was instantaneous as the night of the party came back to me. “Ah, you’re starting to suspect now, aren’t you? You whimpered when I touched you, and you moaned and spread your legs wider as I licked at your pussy. You were so wet and sweet.”

A quaking began in my body, and I sat frozen like a terrified animal in his grip. It was slowly sinking in how much danger I was really in. I was trapped with this crazy man, this murderer, a serial killer with an unknown number of kills and who may have already been in bed with me.

“You have a sweet moan Sunshine. Just thinking about it is making me hard.”

Cain closed his eyes and began to moan, and the trembling got worse as he sounded exactly like me. His eyes snapped open, and my reflexes had me jerking back. The chains attached to the cuffs let me know I could jerk all I wanted, but I had nowhere to go.

“The thing is, it’s not your moans I want, Sunshine. It’s your screams.”

The song began to play again in the background, but it felt like a deafening silence surrounded me as his words sunk into the deep recesses of my brain.

“You know what you did next? You thrust your ass up in the air begging to be fucked. ‘Mmm, oh yeah, yes, please take me.’ That’s what you whimpered. That’s what your body wanted from me as you spread your legs even wider for me to fuck you. Do you remember the orgasm, Sunshine? Do you remember how your sweet juices tried to drown my cock as you came? You wanted me to do it again. You would’ve let me fuck you in any position I wanted and begged for more because I know you’ve never come like that before.”