Stalker - Clarissa Wild Page 0,44
her,” she says. “And they’ll direct the police to my house first.”
I chuckle and walk toward her cage while taking a drag. She doesn’t back away this time, holding onto the bars as if she thinks she can win this. She doesn’t seem to realize that she already lost the moment she betrayed me.
“Do you honestly think she has family? Have you ever even asked?”
“Well …” she swallows. “Who doesn’t?”
I smile. “She doesn’t have anyone but herself. And now she has no one.”
I love the look on her face, those big eyes, the utter shock. I blow the smoke out in Vanessa’s face, causing her to cough.
Vanessa doesn’t need to know the girl is still alive, albeit stuffed into a closet like a wrapped-up doll. The only reason I didn’t kill the girl was because Vanessa promised to do everything I wanted without protest. It makes it that much easier to exact my revenge. That and maybe I took a pity on the girl. Or not. I’m just a man of my word. Honor means a lot to me, which is also the reason I could fuck Vanessa into oblivion because she has none.
Honor means shit to her, so she means shit to me.
Just like everyone else in this world.
Nothing gets to me. Nothing.
I don’t allow anyone to come close, and I don’t allow myself to feel whatever it is she’s trying to make me feel with those crocodile tears. I’m emotionless. A killer with no remorse.
And it’s all because of her.
Women … they’re only good for breaking.
I throw the cigarette on the floor and stomp it out.
“So … are you comfy in there?” I ask to tease her.
“Fine,” she replies. Short and snappy, just the way I like it.
“You don’t seem fine.”
“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when a stalker locks you up and kills your lovers.”
“Who said anything about killing both of them? I don’t know what happened to Arthur.”
“And you don’t give two shits to go find out,” she adds.
“Indeed.” I wink. “I have my hands full right now, sorry.”
“With teasing and using me. Wow, so busy.” She does a fake yawn and continues to stare at me. “Tell me … do you enjoy killing people?”
“Actually, yes, I do.” I smile.
“Funny, because I don’t remember you that way.”
“Then you remember wrong,” I say, tapping on the cage to annoy her. “I’ve always been a violent fuck.”
“That I do remember.”
I look down into her cage. “That’s what you get for hanging out with people like you.”
Out of nowhere, she bangs on the cage. “It’s your own fault for becoming a murderer. Not mine.”
“Oh, yeah? Last I checked, I wasn’t the only murderer in this house.”
“Don’t you dare blame it all on me again.”
I narrow my eyes, grabbing the bars tight as I look her deep in the eyes. “You know it’s the fucking truth. You’re a killer just as I am. You might not look it, but you’re certainly rotten in the core.” I point at my chest for emphasis. “Just like a bad apple.”
“Why did they have to be killed? Why?”
“Who? Your lovers?” I say, laughing a bit. “As if you didn’t want them dead,” I growl. “Don’t. Lie. To. Me.”
“Was it all for the money?”
“Phillip’s kill was, although you probably won’t believe me,” I say, as I start pacing around the room, wondering what I’m going to do next now that I have her. The possibilities are infinite; my creativity, however, is not.
“What about Arthur?”
“He was in the way. He was out of luck.”
I sit down on a chair in the corner and look at her fall apart. I love this conversation. It brings her closer to insanity with each sentence I speak.
She swallows. “It’s so easy for you, isn’t it?”
“To you it is, as well, except I don’t lie to myself. You do,” I say.
She makes a face, and I can tell that she’s biting on her cheeks to stop herself from calling me names. Good. She’s starting to learn what happens when she pisses me off.
“Arthur was innocent. He didn’t have to get involved in this.”
“You involved him the moment you kissed him. It was disgusting.” Her eyes widen, so I add, “Yeah, I saw all of that … thing you did.” I circle my finger in the air. “In his house.”
“You’ve been spying on us,” she says.
“You were going to tell the police about me. Of course, I was spying on you,” I say, entwining my fingers.
She sits back and raises an eyebrow. “Or