Page 64 of Unhinged Kallie

My anger had grown as I listened to her tell lies and try to come up with ways to tarnish my and Carter’s name. He was a decent person and would never retaliate. I wasn’t decent, and I would always find a way to tear your throat out.

I hadn’t mastered lock picking like my dad, and I didn’t dare borrow any of his toys to shut down alarm systems. If I did, he would know I was doing more than watching. So nothing else mattered other than getting into her home. All was quiet as I dashed across the road from my hiding spot. Timing it just right, I didn’t slow down as she opened the door and stepped inside.

Claire turned around with just enough time to register what was about to happen. Her eyes went wide before I slammed into her like a charging bull. The impact sent her flying backward, and I watched her sail through the air, amazing myself. She crashed to the ground hard before sliding across the floor and hitting her head with a thud. She didn’t move as I closed her front door and locked it behind me.

I pulled my knife and twirled it around in my fingers, loving how it felt as I approached my prey. Kneeling, I put the tip of the blade under Claire’s chin, and her unfocused eyes rolled to mine.

“Such a naughty girl, Claire. I think it’s time you learned some manners.”

I hit her exactly how my dad taught me, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

“I want you to know, Claire, that I planned on just telling you to back off, but now…well…you’ve earned my undivided attention.”

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“What…what’s happening?” Claire slurred as she started to come around. “Ow, my face hurts,” she whimpered and lightly shook her head from side to side. “Why can’t I move?”

While Claire was unconscious, I took my time and searched her entire house for information, cameras, weapons, and signs of other humans. She lived with her parents, but luckily for me, they were on vacation. I really wanted to see their faces when they came home and found their daughter. What stage of decay would she be in when they walked through the door?

I found one nanny cam set up in the bedroom, facing the bed, of course. I played with its ears as I sat on one of the dining room chairs.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, I hummed.

Claire was a lot heavier to move and pick up than I imagined, and I decided to start working out.

“Where am I?”

I didn’t bother answering. I knew when Claire remembered what had happened because she tried to jerk upright before she saw me sitting beside her.

“Kallie? What? What’s going on?”

She pulled on her arms, securely tied over her head with yarn I found in her room. She was the last person I pictured knitting, but the yarn balls worked well as a rope. It added a pretty flare with all the colors wrapped around her body to hold her down.

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are,” I sang in a whisper, loving that she shivered.

“Why are you singing that?” She looked around like she would miraculously find a way to jump up and run as I rose. She finally looked down at her body and realized that she was naked. “Oh my god, why am I naked?”

I didn’t bother to answer that either. She would find out soon enough. Rule number forty-two, never offer more information than you wanted someone to know. I stood up and put the bear on the kitchen counter so that it could watch the show, then pulled my knife. I ran the tip along her arm and watched goosebumps rise all over her body. Even her nipples hardened.

“Stop staring at my boobs.”

I stopped singing as I giggled at the ridiculous reaction. “Really? You’re worried that I’m staring at your titties? That’s what’s concerning?”

“What do you want,” she asked, her eyes shooting daggers at me. Too bad I was the one holding the blade. “You better not want to fuck me, I’m not into girls.”

Such an idiot. I shook my head and using the flat side of the knife, I smacked it off the side of her face. “Ouch.”

“Don’t be rude.” I got low and stared at her features. “You are a pretty thing, but also stupid and self-centered. I guess I don’t need to wonder why he wouldn’t fuck you,” I said mockingly. Claire pinched her lips together, her nostrils flaring ridiculously.

“All of this is about Carter? What a prick. I don’t want anything to do with him. We’re done. So run along. You can have him. He was a waste of my time,” she uttered with obvious disdain dripping from her every word.

She had no way of knowing this, but the more she talked shit about Carter, the angrier I got.

“How very generous of you to offer me what is already mine.” I smiled. “And you’re wrong. Carter is the furthest thing from a prick. You would’ve been lucky if he fell for you, but he was smart enough not to do that.”

“Whatever.” She tried rolling her head away, but I held my knife firm, forcing her to remain looking at me.

“I’m not sure you understand the seriousness of the situation Claire.” Sliding the blade point down her face, I marveled at how it left a papercut thin line with little droplets of blood.