Fiendish: A Twisted Fairytale by Meka James Read Free Book Online Page A

longer who I wanted to satisfy that desire.
    Removing my fingers, I watched as her face changed to momentary relief.
    “I’ll make the pain stop now,” I said with a smile, and she offered me a weary smile in return.
    Placing my hands around her neck, I started to squeeze. Pet ’s eyes got large when it became apparent to her that our ideas on how the pain should stop were different .   I looked into her eyes and saw first the fear, then the pleading, then finally the realization that she would not be getting out of this alive. I squeezed tighter and watched as the light faded from her eyes. I climbed off her, taking a seat on the floor beside the bed. I cast a disinterested look back at her lifeless body.
    Clean up and disposal, my least favorite part.
     

    Chapter 5
     
    The thin, wet fabric of my gown clung to my legs like a weight.  Drenched in mud and sweat, I kept running until my legs couldn’t carry me anymore. They tingled from exhaustion, my throat burned from the heavy panting, and my heart was pounding fast and loud. I paused behind an old rotted-out tree, straining to listen for the sound of him behind me. Dry leaves rustled in the soft breeze. Dogs were barking in the distance. Maybe there was a house nearby, and I could reach safety. Struggling to control my breathing, I let out a gasp when I heard the crack of a twig snap. Covering my mouth to contain my whimpering, I shut my eyes tight as the footsteps got closer.
    “Come out come out wherever you are.” His voice was raspy, but he didn ’t sound out of breath at all.
      He was getting closer. If I ran, he would certainly catch me. Instead, I pressed my body tightly against the tree. The bark dug into my skin, and I grimaced in pain.
    “You can ’t hide forever.” He was taunting me. 
    I had no idea where I was or where I was going.  I held my breath as he walked past the tree in the other direction. I waited until there was more distance between us then forced myself to run.
    Silver strings reached from the sky as moonlight fought its way through the tangle of branches overhead. The wind whispered its sweet caress along the avenue of trees, and in the distance I saw a person ever so slowly moving away from me.  I ran towards the figure, but it never seemed to get closer. I tried to scream for help, but the words wouldn’t come out.
    “Gotcha!” his voice rang in my ear.
    I woke up panting heavily. It was still dark out; my clock shone brightly in the darkness of my room. Five-thirty a.m. 
    “What the hell?” I muttered.
    Rubbing my hands over my face, I knew I wasn’t going back to sleep. That dream had seemed so real I had goose bumps on my arms. That was the last time I would let Macy talk me into watching a horror movie that close to bedtime. A run would clear my head and steady my nerves. Taking a deep breath when I stepped out the door, I flooded my senses with the scents of the new day. After finding the right selection on my playlist, I headed out on my normal route. I loved running early like this. It was always so quiet, allowing me time to think, and the crisp morning air was invigorating, making me feel alive. Each stride I took released some of my tension. 
    Sadly, I hadn ’t seen Seth again, but I did call him to thank him for the roses. Talking to him was nice, and he dropped hints at possibly seeing me again. I wanted to think it was a good sign, but since he hadn’t asked me out, I wasn’t so sure. Macy told me I should take the first step; that waiting around for a guy to make the first move wasn’t really needed. My fear of rejection kept me from seeing things that way.
    I laughed to myself as I thought of my conversations with Macy.  She thought I was always wound up because I needed to get laid. It had been a little over three years since I last had sex, and that was with my cheating piece of shit ex-boyfriend.  
    The image of seeing him and that tramp he worked with having sex on my couch was