Kill you, Love you

[RoryN]

The evening couldn't be more perfect. The cabin was warm and cozy, aglow with dancing golden light from the fireplace, hoarse crackling coming beyond the metal grate on the hearth. It had been a great idea to get away from the city for the weekend. Just Reese, the love of his life...and a couple of their friends, Greg and Tammy. After a splendid day of boating and fishing on the nearby, private lake, they'd all settled out front on the porch for some grilled shish kabobs, watching the sun go down. Twilight and mosquitoes eventually forced the couples to continue their boisterous conversations inside where they got the fire going and continued to talk over glasses of wine.

Such great friends. Reese let out a small sigh as he turned to look over his shoulder at his best friend Greg...who was now tied and gagged on the floor. Blood drooled from the man's nostril and a swollen, purple cheek stretched beyond the cloth gag tied in his mouth, blue eyes wide and frantic and his breathing harsh and panicked. And Tammy lay beside him in a similar state, whimpering and sobbing through her gag, a wound on her forehead bleeding a dark red curtain along one side of her face. Briefly, Reese got excited by the sight of her, helpless and terrified like that. But it was like a passing cloud.

Yes, nice friends. But no one meant anything when compared to the woman of his dreams...his partner...his soul-mate... the only one who truly understood him. He turned to look at her, from his position sitting on the couch. "I don't think they're happy. I feel like such a bad host. 'Drinking and then a beating' that's how it's supposed to go, right?" It only made sense.

 

[Savvi]

Amanda sat on a couch next to Reese, she wrapped her arms around one of his as she set down her wine. She smiled at him. "I feel like we've been very accommodating, but maybe if they are still unhappy, we could put them to sleep." She reasoned as she looked over towards their friends.

Amanda was a gorgeous girl with strawberry blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. She had a smile and a sweet face that could fool anyone into believing she a sweetheart. She loved Reese a lot, and couldn't bare the thought of not being close to him.

 

[RoryN]

As her slender arms wrapped around one of his own, Reese glared into his wineglass. He loved Amanda and he loved touching her and being touched by her. But there was a level to this current contact that struck him as pathetic and suffocating, and it was something she did often. Instantly, he knew what her new idea meant as well: she wanted to be alone with him. Frankly, he wouldn't mind their two captives watching while he fucked her and then finishing the climax of the evening with slitting both of their throats. But this extra gesture changed things a bit and altered his mood from the twisted and playful one he'd possessed earlier.

With an irritated sigh, Reese jerked his arm out of her hold and disengaged himself from her completely by standing and walking over to tower over their wriggling friends-turned-victims. Her idea was a good one, especially considering how late it was, to reduce the risk of them escaping - not that there was anywhere to go out here in the middle of nowhere - and they had all weekend to clean up and hide the bodies once they were done. But she'd started something and his irritation gave way to spite.

Crouching over Tammy - who flinched with a stuttering sob emptying from her throat through her gag - he brought out his knife and idly fingered the blade while looking at her. "I think she needs to be fucked," he said, gently moving the knife over the woman's trembling, tear stained cheek. The idea of doing so actually didn't interest him in the least - it'd be a bit like fucking a corpse or an animal; as soon as the violence of the evening had started, Tammy and Greg had become objects, "things" - but he was focused on Amanda and her reactions to the taunt.

 

[Savvi]

As Reese jerked away, Amanda's brows furrowed and she frowned. Her heart sank as he stepped away from her. It seemed like he was always finding one reason or another to move away from her. It made her feel unwanted, and unneeded. She indulged in close contact with him. If she wasn't close to him it put her in a foul and sour mood. She sat up as she sighed. Looking from the two friends then back to Reese.

She looked towards Tammy with a glare at Reese's words. "why would you want to fuck a doll?" She asked him aggressively. She made plenty of advances to Reese tonight, and it appeared to her that he had other plans. It pissed her off to the highest degrees. "If you do it, I'll slit her throat while your in the middle of doing the act, who knows, maybe I'll miss and slit yours too." She snapped.

 

[RoryN]

He simply had to smile to himself when Amanda called Tammy a doll - how like him she was... How intuitive she was and connected to his own reactions and perceptions - he found himself briefly liking his girlfriend again with that display of kindred spirit and deep understanding. No one else saw the world like they did and even if she didn't actually feel that way, she was still speaking his language. She KNEW he didn't really want to fuck the other woman, but it was HOW she knew that tugged his sociopathic heart strings.

Her first suggestion though, actually got Reese pretty hot. Thinking of fucking the woman who would most likely weep and scream through her gag, struggling beneath him, suddenly gurgling in pain and blood pouring and violently shooting from her throat in hot waves, her life slipping away while he humped the shit out of her. And then he'd fuck Amanda to climax. Sounded like a great evening. But it was the other threat that got him hating her again.

Looking at her, he frowned. "That's not funny," he said seriously, smoothly standing, every muscle in his body outlined with violent tension. "See, I was joking. But you have to make things a big deal by threatening me. Always blowing things out of proportion and ruining what could have been a fun evening. You know, maybe I WILL fuck her just to piss you off. How would you like that? Wanna be tied to a chair and be forced to watch? " His voice had gained a hard edge to it now, just a few notches louder than it needed to be and his blue eyes were glaring and laughing at her at the same time. Reese's blood was boiling hot now and he was just looking for an excuse to fight.

"Who knows? You might learn a thing or two from her technique and figure out how to pleasure me better. God knows you could use a few pointers." He ended that with a mean smirk and snapped his knife shut, sticking it thoughtfully back into his pocket. Hm, maybe he'd stab a screwdriver through Tammy's eye and beat Greg with a fireplace poker, instead?

 

[Savvi]

"I thought it was funny." Amanda remarked as she shrugged. "Don't you dare tie me up. Were partners, I'm not your victim." She stated defensively. She was getting more and more upset with Reese as they argued back and forth.

She was ready to let their playthings go, so that they would go to the police. Maybe Reese would be appreciate her more if he was in prison for the rest of his life.

 

[RoryN]

His expression cleared and he sauntered over to her, staring down at her with a knowing look and a haughty smirk twisted across his lips. "Now that, was funny," he said glibly. "I love how quickly you change your tune when it's launched right back at you. 'You're not a victim':? We're 'partners'? And here just a second ago you were threatening to slit my throat."

And Reese's anger had dissipated when she'd suddenly bowed to his authority after he decided to fire back. She knew her place. At least she wasn't hanging all over him and hugging him now. And to top it all off, she'd gotten him aroused with that sudden rush of adrenaline and anger - not to mention the thoughts she brought to mind when she threatened to slit Tammy's throat.

"I forgive you, though," he said smoothly, groping her with his eyes before he continued. "And I know how you can make it up to me. I want you to kill the woman." Licking his lips he leaned in close to her, stubble on his cheek lightly grazing her jaw and his heated breath ghosting lightly over the skin of her neck.

"I want to watch you work," he purred, the implications swarming in the statement not only for what he was asking, but what he was promising for afterward. And just as an added incentive, he leaned down and licked her neck slowly, ending it with a pinching nibble of his teeth on the sensitive flesh. Seemingly with supernatural ease, his hand found one of her nipples through her shirt and swirled his fingertips over the spot until the nub of flesh hardened and poked up like a miniature tent.

Stepping back, he tossed her the knife and said, "Entertain me."