Cecily might be a toy, but she’s my fucking toy and no one is allowed to touch her.
Hurt her.
Or engrave a permanent scar inside her.
22
CECILY
Two weeks pass in a blur.
A crazy, twisted blur that I can’t keep up with.
The moment I start to adjust, Jeremy pulls the rug from beneath my feet and we go back to square one.
Every night, I have to show up at the cottage. If I don’t, his shadow will loom wherever I am. Whether I’m at the shelter, the library, or out with friends.
Anywhere.
He’s become a seasoned stalker who’s everywhere. He doesn’t need to say anything to prove his existence—his actions speak louder than words.
There’s nothing more frightening or threatening than his mere presence that he thoroughly uses to intimidate people—me included.
The thought of him acting on his threats and actually telling everyone what I enjoy doing in the dark terrorizes me more than I like to admit.
So every night, after the girls fall asleep, I sneak out of the flat like a thief and drive to the gothic place in the middle of nowhere.
It’s where I’m veiled by night. No one sees when I go to take part in my depraved tendencies, and no one hears when I scream as he fucks me into oblivion.
Because he does, and often, sometimes a few times during the same night.
He chases me whether inside the house or all over the property. The harder I run and fight him, the more animalistic he becomes, like a primal being who’s staking his claim.
The louder I scream, the deeper he goes, exposing and provoking the darkest parts of me.
He makes me beg sometimes, too, and always tells me to scream his name when he’s fucking me, smashing my world to pieces and ripping it apart.
Jeremy is a savage devil and an unapologetic sociopath. I know because I’ve been around him long enough to put an appropriate label on him.
Though he might be a psychopath, considering his lack of impulsive actions. He always seems in control, the commander of his being, and a planner. But he somehow cares for those closest to him, namely Annika, and his Heathen gang.
His parents, too, according to what his sister tells us.
But I’m not sure if that’s genuine care or a sense of responsibility that’s been implemented in him ever since he was young. Either way, Jeremy lacks humanity and empathy.
He has no qualms about destroying anyone who stands in his path, and he certainly feels no remorse for his actions. In his mind, he believes the course of events that took place had to happen in that certain way, and there’s no force of nature that can convince him otherwise.
Due to his inflexible values, opinions, and actions, it’s hard to get a say with him.
It’s even harder to get him to see reason—not when he believes that his way is the most logical choice.
It’s more impossible to get him to let me go.
In the beginning, I thought his fixation with me was a phase that would dull with time. An obsession that would eventually purge its way out of his system.
After all, whether he’s a sociopath or a psychopath, Jeremy scores high on the antisocial spectrum, and his type has a fickle sense of relationships and an even shorter attention span.
To my horror, the exact opposite has happened.