“You,” I growl at her. “You fucking bitch. You turned me into your fucking dog.”
A choked sound comes from her throat, but I don’t let up my hold on her. Instead of fear, I see hunger in her eyes even as she struggles to breathe. Shaking my head, I slam her head back to the wall once before releasing her. Crazy bitch. She falls to the floor coughing, a hand to her neck.
I turn back to Bud, his disgusting corpse taking up a big chunk of the floor.
Fuck.
My mind works in overtime trying to solve this riddle, the fog of the past months finally fucking lifting. I turn my gaze back to Teddy and glare. Fucking psycho. I’ll deal with her later.
Something touches my bare toe. I look down and see a trail of Bud’s blood. Fuck.
Well, not like I haven’t cleaned up this room before. My eye twitches as I realize I’m going to have to chop him to move him. Thank fuck for the Sawzall.
I turn to the wall to grab it and am stopped by Teddy, standing in front of me once more.
“You’re fucking incredible,” she says breathlessly before throwing herself on me. I start to push her away but when her lips meet mine, I can’t. My heart stops and I feel my lips melt into hers. The lips I’ve waited years and years for, the ones I would have fucking begged for. Like a fucking dog.
I shove her away with a shout.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!”
She laughs, taking another step toward me. “If I had known all I needed to do to get this side of you out was to have someone try to rape me, I would have done it a long time ago.”
“You’re fucking sick. And this,” I point down to Bud's body, “This, means nothing.”
I look at her a moment and an idea comes to me. I nod my head toward the wall of cutting tools and down to Bud.
“Actually, you fucking do it. I’ve cleaned up enough of your goddamn messes.”
I turn to leave and hear Teddy tsk behind me. I stop at the door and turn to see her holding the old collar control button I haven’t seen in months. The weight around my neck that’s become so familiar suddenly seems heavy and oppressive. She waves it with a smile and starts to open her mouth. I’m across the room before she can say anything. I grip her wrist and squeeze until she releases the button. My eyes stare down into hers and I watch her pupils dilate as they take me in.
She’s caused me more pain and suffering than Bud ever did, but the desire to beat her to a bloody pulp isn’t there. Something else is, though, a different kind of desire. To control her. To own her, like she owned me. I feel the corner of my mouth turn up at the thought of her on her knees for me.
“I think the times of you being a little fucking brat are over,” I all but whisper, my face leaning down until it’s only inches from hers. “And things are going to change around here.”
Her breasts heave under the frilly neckline of her dress and I growl, barely resisting ripping it off her.
That’s what she wants.
Sick, twisted bitch.
I exhale deeply before leaning over to grab the collar button, turning, and walking out.