Burn Me Right

Chapter 33

As Zyler sat in his car, he couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness inside him. He was a killer, a man who took lives without a second thought. The taste of blood on his lips had once given him a rush of power. He remembered a time when the thrill of the hunt had consumed him when the sound of his victims' screams had been music to his ears. He will always love his victim's screams, no doubt about that, but now they have lost their allure. Those screams did not give him power anymore. Now he wanted to hear her screams. All the thrill he got from the hunt was nothing compared to the amount she would scream his name.

He let out a deep sigh and leaned his head back against the seat, staring up at the starless sky. The darkness seemed to swallow him whole, and for a moment, he felt like he was drowning in it. He knew he was a monster, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his own monstrosity. He was a man who lived by his own rules, a man who was feared by all.

But as the weight of his actions pressed down on him, he couldn't help but wonder if it was all worth it. The power, the control, the fear...was it enough to fill the void inside him? Or would he always be haunted by his own inner demons? But now, there is something in his head. Her thoughts, they were like company during his bloody war. She was like a dark, seductive force that crept into his mind and took hold, filling the emptiness he had long tried to ignore. Never had he felt this way before. Why was he even obsessed with her? He doesn't know the answer. He doesn't remember the last time he was this excited to get home.

He didn't notice he got home until the car halted with a smooth jerk. The tires scraped the gravel, breaking the silence of the night. Yet he didn't move, "boss," his driver's voice made him step out of his thoughts. Without acknowledging his driver, he stepped out of the vehicle and straightened his bloody jacket. His boots hit the ground as he walked. He has to see her. The sky was an endless expanse of black, and the moon was nowhere to be seen. The only light came from the distant city, twinkling like stars in the darkness.

His bloody suit, barely visible in the dim light. He walked to the door of the mansion and entered without a sound. He didn't waste any time as he made his way to Autumn's room. He needed to see her after the bloodbath he had just committed. Zyler's hand reached for the doorknob, but it didn't turn. Frustration began to boil inside him, and he gave the door a rough shove, but it didn't budge.

He chuckled, "My baby has been watching too many horror movies. Locking doors won't keep me away, baby, but it does add a nice touch of suspense," he swiped the key and opened the door. As he stood there, it dawned on him that it felt like old times. The days when he used to break into her house undetected just to watch her sleep and jerk off to her eatable body. "Ah, those were the days." He couldn't help but smile at the memory, "Looks like we're back to our old routine, eh?" he quipped to his conscience, "Except now, she's locked the door. Clever girl," his conscience added. Zyler choked his conscience's throat and stepped further.

She lay on the bed. Her body curled up in a fetal position. She was dressed in a flowing purple nightgown that draped over her curves like a gentle wave. Her long brown hair splayed across the pillows, framing her delicate features. He licked his lips. His eyes dilated with every step he took. Not bothering to take his shirt off or if she will be scared, he walked closer to her.

He hovered on top of her, crawling up her body like a beast. Her sweet smell was stronger than the smell of death. It was so consuming that it overpowered the senses of the blood on his face and chin. He thought about what she would do when she opened up her eyes and looked at him in this situation. Would she scream? Would she run away? A part of him thought how beautiful she would look, scared, trying to get away from him.

He rested both of his arms and balanced his weight on either side as if he was doing push-ups. He moved closer to her, leaning over her sleeping form. His gaze traced the delicate curve of her face, taking in every detail. He reached out his hand, his fingers hovering just above her cheek.