Malum part 2

Tillie

“Jesus Christ,” I pace back and forth in the bedroom, dangling the knife in my hand. I don’t know why, but I feel the need to whisper.

I stop and turn to her. “Did you kill him?”

She shakes her head. “No. I just cut him a little…”

My eyes search her blood sodden hands and then land back on hers. “Sure.” I fling the knife up and down her body. “Just a little.” I sigh. “Where is he?”

Madison looks up at me with doe eyes, pointing toward the master bedroom that’s behind a sliding door that separates the lounge and bedroom. “In the bathroom. Bleeding out.”

I wander toward the door. “Can I ask why you decided to cut this man?”

Madison’s face falls. “It’s him, Tillie…”

“Wait.” I stop, turning to face her. “You mean him him?”

She nods her head. “Yeah. It’s him. I still don’t know who he is working for or why, but it’s him.”

I flip the knife between my fingertips. I’ve heard of the crazy shit that Madison did to Brantley’s dad, so I know the actual cutting isn’t what actually upset her. It’s what happened to cause the cutting.

I stop flinging the knife and slide the doors open with my feet, not wanting fingerprints. Sighing, I head straight for the bathroom. I can smell the metallic tang of blood well before I reach the door, but I kick it open anyway, the loud crashing from it hitting the back of the wall echoing through the bedroom.

Oops.

I look down at the man in the bathtub. He’s good looking. Young too.

When he sees me, his eyes go wide.

I kneel down to his level, ru

He hurt my friend.

“What’s your name?” I ask, kicking the door closed with the back of my foot. I lean back and hook the latch to lock it. I know what Madison is capable of, but I want to make sure she doesn’t need to carry it all. What’s one more sin to add to the ever growing pile of reasons why I’m so fucking mentally unstable?

“Joshua.”

“Joshua.” I run the pointed edge of the knife down his chest and then smirk. “Hmmm, and you like getting girls naked, Joshua? Hmm?”

I stand, placing the knife on the towel rack while stepping backward. The bottom of my dress has already been smudged in the blood that’s on the floor.

He doesn’t answer, but that’s okay. I don’t need him to answer. I slowly zip the dress down until it falls to a pile at my feet. I didn’t think this through, how am I going to leave with no clothes on? Too far in to back out now.

“Do you like this, Joshua? Hmmm?” I ask, my head tilting while I gesture to my half-naked body.

When I say half-naked, I mean half-naked, wearing nothing but a bra, courtesy of my slutty dress that didn’t allow me to wear panties.

Madison knocks on the door.

I ignore her.

“Am I not naked enough for you?”

My arm twists to the back and unclasps my bra. It falls to the floor. Now I’m standing here naked. Completely.

“Is this better?” I ask him, but blood is coming out of his mouth so he can’t answer.

I lick my lips, stepping into the bathtub with him, letting the deep tang of metal drift over the top of my head. I can still feel Nate’s cum dripping down my i

But everything is blank.

I don’t care.

I run the tip of the knife down his pretty face.

“Why do you look so familiar?”

I continue down past his jaw and to his throat. I press the blade to it.

“Why did you rape my friend?”

He doesn’t answer, more blood spilling between his lips.

He’s dying.

He’s not going to say anything.

I lean forward, my ear to his lips. “Why?”

He whispers one word. “Cataclysm.”

I lean forward just as his eyes flutter closed. I know that he’s about to die, but he’s not going to die on Madison’s conscience. So I press the sharp edge of the blade against his throat until it sinks into his flesh like a hot knife to butter, and blood squirts all over my hands. I maintain my calm.

Breathing in and out as the blade sinks deeper.

He stops moving.

When I pull the blade out, blood squirting everywhere, that’s when I register the heavy banging on the door. Suddenly it bursts open and Nate is standing at the threshold with Brantley and Bishop behind him.