Page 70 of Unhinged Kallie

I leaned in closer to the screen as she sat beside Carter’s cup, and when he swam past, she dropped some liquid into his drink.

“You bitch,” I growled at the screen. She stuffed the bottle between her cleavage and leaned back, kicking her feet in the water.

The next time Carter stopped, she started a conversation with him. He sipped his drink the entire time. The little bitch didn’t know it yet, but she had just punched her ticket out of this world. She chose the wrong guy to fuck with. Nobody messed with what was mine.

He started shaking his head, and I knew whatever she’d given him was taking effect. He held onto the side of the pool and made his way up the stairs. Of course, the Cuntbiscuit was right there to give him a helping hand, and oh, even bigger shocker, she didn’t take him to a chair to sit. No, she walked him into the house. She reappeared a moment later and scooped up his clothes, looking around at the rest of the party, and I was fucking positive she was making sure no one was watching. She disappeared, and as soon as they entered the main hallway, I followed them on camera to a room not far from me.

“Time to play.” I sat down and quickly wiped all the footage from tonight and hit the kill switch on the whole system. Grabbing the guard’s phone, I used his finger to open it and thumbed through images of naked women. “What the fuck were you planning on doing in here? Gross.”

There had to be an app running a place like this. One connected to all the wireless shit in the house, like the lights and thermostat. Finding it so I had a way to turn off lights or set of alarms, I tucked the phone into my dress and walked back into the surprisingly quiet hallway.

Someone came down the hall, and I let the hair of the wig fall forward, covering my face as I leaned against the wall. No one stopped to see if I was okay. I mean, why would they? I could be fucking overdosing or have alcohol poisoning or, worse, raped by some Dicklitator with a huge ego and a little dick, but why would they care. It was better not to know for most people.

Finding the door where Cuntnugget had taken Carter, I tested the handle, but it was locked. Fuck I hated picking locks. Digging into my clutch again, I pulled out the lock modeling set. I could hear my dad now. That’s fine to use now, Kallie, but you should be able to use either quickly and efficiently. Yeah, well, Dad, not tonight.

As soon as the mold set, I put it away and slipped on the black gloves from the bottom of the clutch. There would be way too many things to try and wipe down after this. I turned the makeshift key and was happy that the music covered the noise as the lock clicked.

I cracked the door to assess the situation, but I couldn’t see shit from this angle.

“Fuck it.”

Opening the door like I lived there, I stepped inside, and the blonde had Carter on the bed. She didn’t have her bikini top on and quickly wrapped an arm over her boobs.

“What the hell are you doing? Can’t you see we’re busy?” She looked at the door. “I thought I locked that.”

I flicked closed the door and stepped back but kept my eyes on my prey as I re-locked it with a loud click that made her shiver.

“What the fuck? Get out!” She ordered, pointing one arm at the door.

“No, I don’t think I’ll be doing that,” I said, smiling.

“I don’t share, so you can find someone else to fuck.”

I laughed, and the sound made Carter raise his head. “You see, that’s the thing…I don’t share either.”

“Trrrr-uubbble?” He managed to get out, but it sounded like he’d chugged three bottles of tequila. At least, that was how I thought he would sound after three bottles of tequila.

“Hi there, Lover. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her,” I said, my voice calm, but under the façade, I was seething.

“You’re crazy. This is my boyfriend, and we were about to have a private moment. I’m going to get security.”

I sniffed the air. “I smell a liar.”

Slipping my hands into the side slits on the dress, I pulled out both knives, and she froze. She stared at the shiny metal as I twirled them in my hands.

“What did you give him?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.

“You can tell me what you gave him, or I can force you to tell me. I must warn you that I’m feeling particularly vicious tonight, so you may not want to go that route.”

“Trrr…uuu.” Carter pointed at me. “Nooo, killll.”

I ignored him, but the blonde seemed terrified that Carter was ordering me not to kill. She suddenly ran to a door off to the side of the room. It could’ve been a bathroom, closet, or hell, another exit, but she didn’t make it more than halfway when I unleashed one of the blades, and it spun end over end. She shrieked and crumpled to her knees as it lodged in her lower back. I made sure not to hit her spine. I needed her to be mobile for now.

My little heels clicked on the floor as I neared her whimpering body. “Get it out, please, get it out,” she cried as she tried to reach back and grab it.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, I placed the other knife under her jaw, and her crying got louder, but she stopped struggling to get at the blade. As long as I left it in, there was little to no blood which I also wanted…for now.