'I'm sorry,' Joe said to her as he kissed her on the cheek. 'I just can't help myself. I real y don't want to hurt you. I just don't know how to stop.'
He turned to walk out of the door.
'You are beautiful, though. So beautiful.' Then he left, locking the bedroom door behind him. Alicia heard the front door slam and the dead bolt click into place. Then she was alone. Alone in a madman's apartment with no way to escape.
Chapter Eleven
Alicia sat in silence for a long moment listening to the sound of her own breathing, trying to steady her pulse and keep herself from going crazy and perhaps going into shock. She began to catalogue her injuries. Aside from the nauseating ache in her bruised and bitten breasts where her nipples had been torn off, she had no major injuries. She had a few other bruises from where the col ege boy had smacked her buttocks and pul ed her hair as he grunted, growled, and thrusted deep into her. Nothing she wasn't used to.
Her wrists were scraped raw from trying Her wrists were scraped raw from trying to wriggle out of the leather restraints last night after she'd been left alone. Joe had cleaned them as best he could with hydrogen peroxide but stil the skin ripped and bled as she tried again to squeeze out of the leather cuffs. Again, nothing she wasn't accustomed to.
Joe had left a bucket by the side of the bed in case she had to use the restroom before he returned. On the nightstand he left a bowl of water. Alicia would have to kneel on al fours and lap it up like a kitten in order to drink from it with her arms stil bound be hind her. She didn't want to think of what she'd have to do in order to use the bucket.
Her shoulders were kil ing her. No matter how she turned on the bed her weight rested on them unless she turned over onto her face, which aggravated the throbbing pain where her nipples had been, or sat completely upright, which felt uncomfortable with the bar wedged between her legs keeping them apart.
Even when she set upright, Alicia's shoulders stil felt under pressure from being forced backward with her arms locked behind her.
Alicia tried to scream again. She thrashed, kicking and bucking on the bed, hoping someone would come to her rescue, but she didn't hear a single sound coming from any of the other apartments. Either the wal s were soundproof or there were no other neighbors. She thought about what the rest of the building had looked like, the smel of garbage and urine, the cracked drywal and deteriorating paint, the fact that she had not seen any evidence of anyone else on her way to his apartment. The lobby had been dark when she'd come stumbling in late last night and there had been no sounds of televisions or radios or children crying, lovers quarrel ing. It had seemed completely empty to her, but she'd paid no attention to it, attributing it to the lateness of the hour. She'd been too busy concentrating on getting some of that young gorgeous col ege athlete's cock to think about how shitty his apartment building was. Now that she knew that her gorgeous athlete was a kidnapper and a cannibal, she wondered if perhaps she'd been lured into an abandoned building. The gang she used to hang out with had once converted an entire vacant department store into one big crack house and shooting gal ery. Maybe she was in a condemned apartment building that he was just squatting in?
Giving up on screaming, Alicia began once again trying to work her way free of the restraints. The pain in her wrists competed with the pain she imagined if the cannibal returned to finish his meal. She began to jerk and pul furiously at the cuffs, only succeeding in cutting the leather deeper into her already abraded skin.
'Oh God! I'm going to die here!' She began to cry again and forced herself to stop. That wasn't going to help anything. It would only get in the way of her thinking. She had to come up with a plan.
Maybe she could talk him into releasing her from the cuffs when he returned? He did seem to be remorseful. He even seemed to real y like her. Maybe he wouldn't kil her after al? Then she remembered the look on his face when he bit into her breast. He hadn't looked himself. He hadn't looked human at al. The thing that she'd seen gnawing into her nipples had been al appetite and lust. Maybe he had two personalities?
One that was caring and gentle, the one who'd washed her wounds and cleaned her up this morning and apologized for hurting her before leaving, and one that was vicious and dangerous, the one who'd lost control. Somehow she had to talk one of them into letting her go.
Chapter Twelve
Joe walked to the campus in a daze. He imagined that the fog rol ing through the street was emanating from him. He felt protected by it. As long as the fog remained to cloak his thoughts he didn't have to face what he'd become in the last twenty-four hours. He didn't have to think about the pain in that Spanish girl's beautiful eyes when he'd bitten into her breast. It wasn't just the physical pain that had caused that wounded look. It was the pain of betrayal. She'd thought she'd found the perfect man in him.
He'd seen the look before. Even before he'd started having the uncontrol able he'd started having the uncontrol able urge to eat human flesh there had been his maniacal sex drive. Women would be amazed at his stamina when he would make love to them al night and then further amazed when he would cal them the next night for a repeat performance. It would go on for weeks with him seeing them every minute of every day for marathon sex sessions. Then, he'd suddenly lose interest and disappear without a word. Usual y after meeting another woman. Or when his col ection of women grew too vast for him to keep track of and he would simply forget about some of them as he met new ones. None of them would ever suspect that there were others.
No way he can make love to me for three or four hours straight and stil have anything left for anyone else, they would think.
But Joe was a sex addict. His bedroom was like a revolving door. He knew exactly how long each woman was good for, when they needed to leave for work, or pick their kids up from day care, or would just be too exhausted or chafed for another round. When he wasn't having sex he was hunting for new sex partners. Then he'd started having the urges and everything began to change.
He'd experimented with S amp;M before, even extreme bondage and blood play. It was more pleasure than he'd expected to derive from whipping a man's naked ass with a cat-o'-nine-tails or sticking needles through a woman's labia or burning a woman's nipples with a candle flame or the powerful orgasm he'd had when he'd strangled unconscious a kid he'd met on campus while fucking him in the ass with a dildo. The kid dropped out of school the next day and had never returned.
Joe's enjoyment of these things had been completely unexpected. The fact that he'd wanted to take it further was even more unexpected.
He'd been circumcising a man at an
S amp;M sex club. The man had approached him with this huge uncircumcised cock in hand. He had big blue puppydog eyes that looked wounded but trusting. His body was lithe and delicate like a young girl's, in stark contrast to the hardened flesh straining between his thighs. He had a castration fantasy. So Joe had agreed to circumcise him. He had just sliced off half his foreskin when he'd suddenly had the urge to bite the man's penis off. He imagined chewing it up and swal owing it, what the tender flesh would taste like going down his throat. He plopped the man's foreskin into his mouth and began to chew it. The man's eyes had widened in amazement and a tremor of excitement had gone through the crowd of onlookers, many of whom were masturbating as they watched them play.
The rush of pleasure that went through
Joe's body al the way down to his manhood was overwhelming as he consumed the morsel. Then he'd lowered his head down between the man's thighs, baring his teeth, preparing to devour that luscious nine inches of rigid flesh, to bite the man's penis clean off. Joe could sense the man's excitement and terror rising as they combined into a rapture that vibrated through him like a bass drum. Joe's mouth enveloped his cock and the man moaned as the pain from where the razor had done its work mingled with the pleasure of that rough slippery tongue probing the wound… As the man watched his throbbing hard cock disappear between Joe's lips and push its way
