HOWEVER YOU WANT ME

by W Winters and Amelia Wilde

There was a girl in the corner. She saw what they did to me and I saw what they did to her. Except when the lights were off and when they put us in confinement.

I was 16 and I don’t know how old she was. We couldn’t talk; we couldn’t even look at each other. That would lead to punishment. I was punished a lot because I had to see if she was there.

There were dozens of us and yet at night, it was only her that helped me sleep in that nightmare of a boarding school. They thought I was bad when they sent me there… little did they know the monster they created.

I didn’t know her name, but I knew who ran the school.

Years later and with blood on my hands, I got my revenge planned years ago when I was only a child.

Then I found a name. Her name.

If you thought they fucked me up, you should see what happened to her. My angel.

PROLOGUE

Dean

Tonight feels different.

Almost like that first time when I saw her across the room and knew she was innocent and worthy of so much more than this. We’re so close to the end. I know it. I can feel it in the marrow of my bones.

The evening air is crisp and my breath forms a fog outside her bedroom window. Behind me is only the woods since she lives on the backroad. It’s quiet apart from the sounds of the night. The sky darkens as I slip my hands into the jacket pockets and watch her undress.

Just for me.

I know she does it just for me. The way she arches her back to tease me. Exposing her slender neck so I can imagine kissing her right there, just beneath the shell of her ear. Her curves toy with me and my needs as her blouse becomes a puddle of silk at her feet. Bared for me with only a strip of cloth separating her cunt from my prying gaze.

The glow of the bedroom light dims when she flicks the light off.

I can imagine the creak of the bed as she climbs beneath the covers. I’ve heard it so many times before. My cock presses against the zipper of my jeans and I hold back a groan as I force myself to leave her sight.

The keys in my pocket jingle as I make my way around the side of the house to the backdoor.

It’ll all be over with soon. There will be nothing standing between us. Not the nightmares of what once was. Not the pain that lingers and keeps a grip on the thread of sanity I have left.

Haley

It’s all in my head but I swear I can feel him.