Page 42 of Shadowface

The pressure in my cock is too much to bear as it throbs to life thinking of how good that would be.

“Fuck,” I mutter as my erection presses hard against my pants. The frustration is nearly killing me.

God, I want to fuck her so badly.

I want to fuck her until she can’t breathe, and I drip every ounce of my cum deep inside her. I want to fuck her until she’s lifeless.

I reach into my pocket and pull out a phone—his phone.

I instinctively understand exactly what I need to do and the reason he was here in her room. I don’t know the code, but my face opens the screen easily enough. I open the camera and snap a photo. And for a moment, during the flash, I can see her clearly.

Her white hair is splayed out over her breasts, her angular face, the tiny dimple in her cheek. How pretty she is with an afterglow of the orgasm I just gave her.

I pull off my mask and place it over her head and take a few more photos.

My dick twinges at how peaceful she looks.

I’ve missed her. I haven’t touched her in a long time, but I can’t bring myself to kill her yet. She hasn’t experienced enough pain.

A cold dread settles in my soul. The pull of the other side of my psyche is undeniable, and I sense my time is drawing to a close.

In his eyes, I am powerless, barely a flicker of existence. A demon lurking in his mind. I am all of those things, but now that I’m back, I will grow stronger.

There is nothing he can do to stop me.

I step back and smile as I stare down at the pictures I just took of her. The millisecond it took for the light to flash, and now I have a memento I can look at forever.

Once I kill Summer, I’ll reap chaos in the town that ruined me. I am aware of who they all are that made me this way, and nothing will stop me from killing every single one of them.

It’s time to bring Shadowface back.

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

SUMMER

Itake a few minutes to come to my senses. The rave is still raging around me as I sit curled up against the wall, close my eyes and get lost in the music. I can’t say how much time goes by as I sit huddled in that dark corner. No one notices my tattered clothes because I blend into the wall. He tattered them like he tattered my soul.

I can’t stop shaking. Whatever amount Grant gave me, it was too much for my little body to handle, but at least it helped dull the pain of my branding. At least, for now, the pain is dulled from where he seared and sliced me.

The drugs’ effects linger, and I’m left in this dark corner, where time seems meaningless, and I stare at the dark wall, unable to move or process what just happened. The drugs finally ease, and my body is left reeling from that polarizing experience.

I am, without a doubt, the target of a killer; every shadow seems to hold a threat, every sound heightens my anxiety.

‘Be careful, Summer. If you keep talking to me like that, you’ll wake him up.’

Is that what happened? I woke him up?

I keep my hand pressed on the X he carved and branded into me. Fuck, it’s deep, and will scar, probably forever. He’s tainted me with his darkness. He forced himself so deeply inside my soul, his hellfire is burning inside me.

I guess I wanted proof he existed.

I peel myself off the dank floor, trying to arrange my clothes and avoid looking like a monster. I tuck my breast into my shirt and stumble through the warehouse back to where I left Dani and the others.

I have no clue what time it is; the party is still going strong, although the crowd seems thinner than before. It must be well past two in the morning.

Dani and Misty are waiting for me, crossing their arms with their masks dangling in their hands. Dani looks more than unimpressed as she stands with her arms folded, tapping the toe of her stiletto.