Chapter 18

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Chapter 18

Ethan

There's a metallic taste in my mouth, blood, it's blood. My head is pounding like there's a WWE match in my head. Opening my eyes slowly, my vision is blurry but I know where I am. The dead body on the floor at my feet is a good indicator that Lindsey has me too.

It smells like blood and decay here. There's something rotting inside this place beyond the Mayor's decomposing corpse. There's drag marks in the blood across the floor. Two different sets of footprints both the same size.

I'm in trouble. I guess I should have told Dad where I was. It's too late now for regrets and the could've, should've's. I'm here and I'm all I got. That's okay, I can make sure no one else gets killed because of her.

I can hear her in the kitchen. Lindsey is singing along with the radio. It's some sappy love song about love coming home to stay. She must think she has the upper hand on us. She doesn't. At least I told Dad my suspicions about Charlie. That should have some positive consequences.

"I'm almost ready, lover!" Her coy flirtatious voice sings out, making me ill.

I don't respond and choose my strategy carefully. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall to my chest and pretend to be out. Maybe she'll make a mistake. Maybe I can escape and end this.

I heard the clip clop of high heels coming into the room. Keeping perfectly still, I let my breathing go slow and easy. I can't show even the slightest hint of distress. She'll notice immediately and then the game is over.

That's what this is for her. It's all a game. One I'm determined to win if I have to play along. I'm not one to just give up or give in. I'm competitive and I'm going to beat her.

She steps closer. I feel her breath on my face now. I can smell her breath, I want to gag but I can't. Her finger strokes down my face and I feel her leg raise over my body as she straddles my lap, her arms looping around my neck as she kisses my skin.

"Wake up, lover. I have a surprise for you." She whispers in my ear as she nips my earlobe.

My stomach rolls, I desperately want to puke. I can't, I have to go along with her. It's the only way to get out of this alive. "Lindsey? What are you doing? Why am I tied up?"

Opening my eyes, I'm startled by what I see. This isn't the woman I know. The long blonde hair that is always softly curled and shiny is frizzed out and mangled in knots around her face. There are patches on her head that are bare where hair has fallen out.

The makeup job is just as bad. Bright red lipstick, too pale foundation, black eye pencil that makes her look more like a demented clown than a socialite. She's completely nuts and believes she is seducing me.

Good God, help me!

The red-barely-there dress hangs loosely on her boney frame. There aren't any curves to her body that she normally prides herself on. There's nothing sexy or seductive about her. She is desperate and crazy at best.

"I'm not Lindsey! I thought you knew the difference!" She snaps at me and I realize I just made a huge mistake. I don't know her twin's name.

"I'm sorry, babe. You know you two just always fool me." I hope that's the case.

Giving me a noncommittal "humph!" She let go of me. "I guess but you know I hate it when you call me that name!"

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"I know, babe. You're gonna forgive me?" I'm gonna need to seriously sanitize my mouth when this is over. Hell a tetanus shot might be in order, possibly rabies too.

"Maybe..." she whispers against my ear before she kisses down my neck again.

I can't hold back the groan. It's not because it feels good. God no! It's because my arms have fallen asleep and it hurts. She doesn't realize that's what's wrong and thinks it's about her.

"Nice to see you like this. I wasn't sure you would remember how important today is to me." She smiles with that crazed love struck look in her eyes.

What is she talking about?

As if this is some kind of lover's getaway, Lindsey rises off me and walks around the room lighting candles. Standing in front of the fireplace, her feet planted in the blood of her father, she looks at me and lets her hands roam down her body.

"Do you like it? I got it just for you?" Swallowing hard, I can't find any words fitting for this moment. Nodding, I hope that's good enough.

I'm going to be sick. This is sick, and twisted, and wrong on so many levels. I can't even speak for the lump lodged in my throat. She lets one strap fall off her shoulder and looks at me as if this is some sort of fantasy of mine.

Not in this lifetime!

"I did all this for you, lover. You do know what today is, don't you?" Oh, that's a bad question! What a fucking question for me to answer.

Do I tell her it's the day she dies? Or the day I get revenge? How about the day her tormenting us is over? I doubt she means any of those things.

"It's our day." With as much confidence as I can muster, I tell her what I think she wants to hear.

"You remembered!" Bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, she is giddy with excitement. Her hands clasped together against her chest and saw there's blood on them. Just as I now see there's blood on her dress.

Is there another victim here that I don't know of?

"She said you wouldn't remember but I knew you would. I told her she was wrong." Her eyes move past me and glare over my shoulder. Is there someone behind me?

"Of course I remember. Who told you otherwise?" I asked, hoping to get more information.

"You know who! My jealous bitch of a sister. She's just mad because she couldn't get your attention and I did. She's always been jealous of what we have." Okay, so I'm definitely dealing with crazy Lindsey. "I told you he wouldn't forget! Ethan loves me! He always has Lindsey!"

And if there's two of them, where's the other one?

Cautiously, I try to turn my head to look behind me. I can only see so far and the only thing I see is a big mirror. That's not making me feel any better.

"Why are you looking at her?" Lindsey grabs my face and squeezing my cheeks forces me to look at her. "I'm in front of you! I'm the one you want! Not her! She's just a spoiled brat Daddy's little princess who got everything she wanted. Not this time! Daddy can't take you from me this time."

Oh shit! This is bad!

"I only have eyes for you, babe. How about you untie me and I'll show you how much I want you." To die! As soon as I'm out of these damn ropes I'll kill her!

Tugging my arms, easy to not let her know I'm trying to get loose, I can't get out of the tie. The rope is too tight for me to slip out of. I'm going to have to get her to release me. That's not going to be simple. I doubt she trusts me.

"You know how happy I was to see you outside. I didn't think you would come for me." She strokes her fingers over her bare skin.

"I'm right here." Nodding again hoping if I go along she'll slip up.

"I've wanted this for so long. I had to knock you out just in case someone came with you. You wouldn't like to hurt them but I can't let anyone keep us apart." She moves around the room, looking out the windows.

If anyone figured out where I was it would be Leo. I don't even know if he's alive or dead. No one else would figure out where I went. No one else knows these preserves better than we do.

"I had a dream about this." She looks over a wild glint in her eyes. "Ever since our first night together, our only night. It was so special to me. You are the only one who understands me, Ethan. I can't just let you go be with someone else."

"I'm not with anyone else. I'm right here with you. Come on, babe. Take this rope off me so I can touch you." Hiding my disgust is near impossible, but what choice do I have?

"You like it rough. That's what you told me." She flips her matted hair over her shoulder. "Don't you like this game? I'm a bad girl. I think I need a spanking."

Fuck, I'll give you a beating you won't forget lady!!

"I can't do that if I'm tied up. Maybe we should go with this. Let me be the bad boy and I'll change my good girl to my bad ways?" This fantasy shit is making me sick! It's not fun! It's disgusting, especially with her!

"Really? You like this?" The excitement in her eyes makes her look like a maniac. She is a maniac! "Only if you're being honest with me. You know I don't like lies."

She comes back to me and straddles my lap again. Grinding down on me, she moans rubbing against me. She's actually getting off on this. Letting loose a nervous laugh, I nip at her neck.

"You started this. Now let me go so I can punish you." I order her, a bit of anger in my voice, a darkness in my eyes, and pure hate in my heart.

She grins, those red lips lifting into a wide smile. Reaching around behind me, she starts to untie my restraints.

Once I'm free, it's her turn!

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