Into their Abyss

Killian

One year ago

She was a vision in red. It was perhaps my favorite shade that she wore, but something about today made her appear otherworldly. Her milky skin contrasted so beautifully against the crimson hue, painting her supple chest and the nape of her neck in a way that had my cock hardening under my slacks. I couldn't stop admiring my creation.

My fucking masterpiece.

My sweet little kitten.

Lacey Mortimer.

My once dutiful, flawless wife. The kind of woman you settle down with and empty your seed into until she's popped out at least three of your offspring. She certainty played the part well in the beginning. Dropping to her knees when I had a shit day at work, keeping the refrigerator stocked and the house spotless. I was a lucky son of a bitch. It was beyond the feeling of being in love. I was consumed with her. Possessed with the need to own her in every possible way I could until the only thoughts that plagued her were of me. I wanted to bury myself inside her head and reside in the darkest parts of her heart and the foolish part of me believed I succeeded in doing so. Whenever her cunt squeezed my cock until the point I lost my vision, I thought it was because of her devotion to me.

Her husband.

But I wasn't the only cock that was filling my beautiful wife. Her moans of pleasure never belonged solely to me. Her porcelain skin was tainted with another man's touch, another man's mouth, and the hidden marks he left behind on something and someone I once would kill for. And it all started with one little lie. A text message that had her eyes beaming with a touch of bliss that even I never once saw when she looked at me. Pure jealousy coursed through my thick veins as one thought crossed my mind.

Who the fuck was making my wife smile like that?

I've seen every beautiful smile that graced her lips. The timid grin she only wore when she was complimented on her elegance. The tight smile that let you know she was not amused. The bright beam for whenever she was at her happiest. I knew them all, besides this one. My initial thought was to snatch the phone out of her hand and read who it was from, but I figured this was a good test for my little kitten. Would she lie to my face to get me off her case or would she give me the truth?

The second her eyes lifted from her phone and met mine, a pink blush heated her cheeks. It was faint, almost as if she thought I wouldn't notice but I knew every function of this woman's body. Every laugh, cry, sigh, twitch, I was more in tune with her actions than she was. So that's why when the name Gale, her longtime friend slipped from her mouth my only reaction was to smile. Fucking Gale Woods. Stale Gale. The most dry, humorless woman I think I have ever met. Even whiskey drunk she was a downright bore, and that's how I knew my beautiful wife of five years was lying. My blood boiled with vengeance. It bubbled and burned as it flowed to my blackening heart as her deception slowly sunk into my flesh and began burrowing into my head. To remain calm was almost fucking impossible with the way my head pounded. I needed answers and I wanted them now.

As days passed, I discovered more and more about the secret life my wife had. From phone records to late night visits whenever I was away from work, Lacey Mortimer, the woman I would fucking bleed out dry for was having an affair. I tapped into their phone calls and listened to the loving words she spoke to him as If I never even existed. On days she thought I was working late, I followed her to his home where she spread her legs on every item of furniture he had and took his cock as if she hadn't been fucked in years. I let this go on for days, watching, letting my gorgeous wife take what she wanted from me, then get the remaining for the man who would never have her fully. Her needs must not have been fully satisfied because every night she'd slide herself onto me and ride my cock into oblivion. Letting me fill her until she was now brimming with both of our semen. My sweet perfect little kitten was no longer the woman I thought she was. Instead, I discovered someone vile who lurked deep inside my wife. Someone who lied, cheated, fucking shattered every hope and dream of mine until I saw was red.

I knew this couldn't last. I knew I couldn't let her get away with fucking with my head and bludgeoning my heart as if it were nothing. I needed her to feel pain. A pain so violent she'd wish that I was the only man she worshipped. I wanted her soul just as she took mine. So here I was now with one hand loosening the collar of my button up shirt while the other dropped the large kitchen knife into the sink. The clattering sound filled the house as the blade bounced back and forth before coming to a quiet stop.

It was all over.

Running dry fingers through my well-maintained hair, I crouched down until I was hovering just above Lacey's still body. My hands itched to get one last feel of her, but she was now coated in a thick layer of blood. Her forest eyes were still open wide, shocked that me, her husband would be the cause of her demise. Even dead, she was a stunning creature. Maybe even more beautiful than before.

On a deep sigh, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. Calling the only person I trusted, I put it to my ear.

"Rafe, I need your help."

Rafe

I hated the color red. Always had and always would.

As a child, I avoided the angry hue as much I could but as an adult it was unavoidable. Red was love. Red was pain. Red was death. So as warm blood began pouring out of my nose, I chuckled at my assailant.

"Fuck you asshole." The kid across from me stumbled against the brick wall beside him and sneered.

Welp, there goes my last cigarette.

"I saw you eyein' my girl from across the bar like a fuckin' perv. What are you? Like forty?" He snorted in a disgusted tone. With one hand placed on the wall holding himself up, the other was pointed in my direction accusingly. It wasn't the first time I took a hit to the face, but from the multiple glasses of bourbon I knocked back, my equilibrium was a bit off balance just as much as all rational thinking was. I didn't blame the kid for staking his claim to the short little brunette who was eye fucking me from across the bar. Hell, if I was at least ten years younger I'd give him a run for his money and have that hot little piece of ass come home with me tonight. Fuck, even now at thirty-two I bet I could persuade her to ditch pretty boy so I could show her what a real man felt like, but who was I kidding. I may have been that man once upon a time. Arrogant, brash, persuasive but not anymore. I kept my mouth shut, avoided women no matter how much I craved to sink inside one, and minded my own fucking business. Tonight, I may have fucked up and let my eyes wander for a smidge longer than I should have, but what do you expect when you haven't felt a women's touch in years?

Chuckling, I took the back of my palm and wiped off the blood that was now dripping off the top of my lip and onto the cement below me. "I ain't interested in your girl." I spit a mixture of blood mixed with saliva next to me and grinned. Scoffing, the kid ran a hand though his blonde curls and took a sloppy step toward me with clenched fists.

"Sure as fuck looked like it from my point of view." He taunted while dragging his eyes down the length of me. I must have looked like the scum of the earth compared to him with my dirt and grime encrusted sweatshirt, my overgrown hair and the fresh blood that was still seeping out of my nose. His mouth tilted up and with the shake of his head he laughed. "Ain't like you'd ever have a chance with anyone like her anyway." He mocked with disdain laced in his eyes. "You smell like fucking dog shit too." His nose scrunched up as he took a step away from me. I probably fucking did after sweating my ass off all day outside at work, something this kid didn't know shit about. I tended to let comments like this slide. I steered clear of any confrontation, not because I was a pussy, but because I was a hot head and once I started, I couldn't stop. And after fifteen years in the service, I learned how to control my anger.

You know, to lead a more humble, peaceful life and all that bullshit. It did help in a way, but to say I didn't miss the feeling of pure fire coursing through me, I'd be lying.

"Jesus Chris." A startled voice emerged from beside us as a flash of dark hair rushed over to him. Her small hands roamed every inch of his body as if he was the one was injured and once she was satisfied he wasn't, she glanced over her shoulder at me. "What the hell is going on?"

"Ask your boyfriend." I nodded in the direction behind her as his arm draped over her shoulder protectively. Darting my tongue out, I let the wet tip glide along my bottom lip as my eyes caught the pretty brunettes. It was impossible not to stare and admire the luscious curves of her body, even if I knew I was pressing my luck. Her hungered stare resembled mine as the arm over her shoulder tightened possessively.

"I was defending your honor baby." He leaned down until his mouth brushed against her ear all while keeping his gaze locked on me. "This old fuck was staring at you like he wanted a taste of you. A taste of what's mine." He made sure to emphasize the word mine on a growl and my eyebrow immediately lifted.

A taste? I'd get a whole fucking fill of her if I could, and by her widened eyes, there was no doubt I could.

"Stop it, Chris." She hissed as she focused her attention on him. "You punched him because he was looking at me?"

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm fine." I grinned, feeling a familiar rush flow through me as both their eyes snapped toward me. Maybe just this once I could enjoy fucking with someone who clearly needed to be taught a lesson about starting something with strangers.

The kids arm instantly fell from her shoulders as if he wanted to attack, but she quickly reached for his upper arm and pulled him back.

"You're acting like a caveman Chris! Stop it!" The small woman cried out as she yanked on him. "This happens every time you decide to get wasted. You think every man who glances in my direction wants me and I'm getting sick and tired of it."

"He wasn't just fucking glancing at you Rae." He spat without taking his eyes off mine.

"Your girl didn't seem to mind my glancing." I snapped back and watched as embarrassment and horror filled her features. "In fact, she did quite a bit of glancing herself."

Fuck, that felt good.

I sure as shit wasn't going to let his punk ass get away unscathed, so fucking with his head was my next option.

"The fuck did you say?" The kid snarled while using all his strength to rip away from his girls hold and started stalking toward me.

"I said, I think Rae wants a taste of this old man just as much as I want underneath that skirt of hers." I grunted while shoving a hand in my pants pocket hoping to find a lone cigarette hiding but I come up empty. With a loud gasp and another fist flying in my direction, I have time and the momentum to dodge it completely. As I stepped to the side away from the drunken idiot, he stumbled on his own feet and landed hard onto his knees.

"Chris, that's enough. You're making yourself look like a damn fool." She rushed towards him and tried to reach for his arm, but he only swatted her away.

"You want that old fuck?" He growled on a shout that had her jumping. Her head shook back and forth on a scoff.

"I'm not doing this with you again." She argued. "Get up." She reached her palm out for him to grab, but he declined it as he got back onto his feet. Watching him stagger, he landed back on his ass again which made my mouth twitch. Fucking embarrassing. For him, but mostly his girl who looked seconds away from leaving him to fend for himself. Just then, her exasperated expression dropped as her eyes lifted to mine. With her mouth slightly gaped open as if she wanted to say something, I started stalking towards her with purposeful steps. Her oval eyes immediately widened, and her short frame froze.

"Get the hell away from her." The kid stammered at my feet as he fought his own intoxication to stand up. Frustrated grunts and growls filled the air as I stopped directly in front of the stoic girl. Taking my covered in "god knows what" work boot, I press it onto his side in warning. He instantly tried to remove my foot, but I only pressed harder into him.

"This the kind of man you want?" I stared down into frightened chocolate covered eyes as the grunting from beneath my foot intensified.

"St...stop...Just leave him alone please." Her eyes dropped down low as her cheeks blossomed into a pretty shade of pink.

Why was she defending this idiot anyway? He sure as shit couldn't hold his own right now, let alone take care of his girl who was left to fend for herself at this crap bar.

Tilting my head to the side, I studied her closely and pressed my boot more forceful into his side causing his body to fall over onto his back on a grunt. "A little piece of advice darlin'."

I leaned in until the smell of fresh daisies dominated all my senses, and I was left salivating.

"Next time you stare at a man like me, like you're fucking starving for hands that would worship every inch of your young hot body until you're begging for more. I suggest you lose the boy first."

Her eyes grew wide and heavy with lust. I knew if I really wanted to, I could bend her pretty little ass over against the side of the building and fuck her right in front of her drunk boyfriend. I'd have her creaming around my cock and screaming my name no doubt, but the sounds of his moaning beneath us were a major fucking turn off.

I stared into her chocolate eyes for a moment longer, savoring the thirst she held in her irises before taking a step around her small form.

"Wait." She shot her hand out, clasping her fingers around my forearm in a snug grip. Immediately, my feet halted, and my jaw ticked from her touch. "I... I don't know why I'm with him. It's like taking care of a child most times we go out." She confessed on a quiet chuckle as her hand on my arm loosened. Peering down at her, I noticed her cheeks were still coated in a blush while her free hand brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Will you show me?" She gulped, lifting her head until our eyes clashed together. I may not have been intimate with a woman in a couple years, but I knew that look.

And oh, how I've missed it. The sheer desperation in her gaze that told me she would give anything to have my hands and mouth on her. The slight tremble of her body telling me despite her fear of sleeping with a man like me, she'd gladly indulge into the unknown. My cock twitched at the thought of her on her knees before me with her pretty little mouth wide open. Fuck, it's been too long. I ached all over for something I knew I wasn't prepared for.

Possibly never be prepared for and abrupt hot rage raced through me because of it.

"I ain't the man to show you sweetheart." I grunted needing to get the hell out of there.

She immediately frowned and placed a hand onto her hip. "Your...cock says otherwise." Nodding down at the large bulge in my pants her cheeks redden even more.

"My cock knows a beautiful woman when it sees one."

"So why not let me take care it then." She leaned in closer causing my head to go haywire. "I may not know what it's like to be with a man, but I promise I can make you feel good."

Both my fists instantly clenched by the confident words that fell out of her mouth, but instead of feeling more awakened, I only felt anger. Furious by her alluring temptation and continuous want, but even more so bitter with myself for being a fucking liar. I wasn't a man. Not anymore anyway. Not after being stripped of a piece of me that I could never recover. If I could no longer see myself as the man I once was, how could a woman do the same? Quickly reaching down towards my right calf, I grabbed onto my dirt covered wranglers and yanked the jeans up until my defect was fully on display.

"You see this? I'm half the fuckin' man I once was." I growled as her stare dropped to the prosthetic leg that twinkled under the lights above us. With broadened eyes and an awkward silence that was held between us, I dropped the hold on my jeans. "I can practically sense your pussy dryin' up from seeing this sweetheart. Trust me when I say I ain't the man for you."

On that, I swiftly sauntered over to the bars back door and let myself inside before she could respond or before I changed my mind. And I knew if I looked back at the beauty behind me and saw those begging blue eyes, I'd cave in so fucking fast her boyfriend would be long forgotten. Hell, by the time I would be done with her, every guy after me would be long forgotten too but I didn't deserve someone like her.

Someone with beauty and youth, unlike me.

As I made way through the crowed bar, the sound of intoxicated college girls cringeworthy singing vibrated my ears painfully to the point my eyes sought out the exit to save my hearing from any more damage. I zig zagged around everyone, occasionally bumping shoulders before stepping back out into the cool nighttime air where my ears could finally relax.

Every day was the same. Stuck in a shitty town, with a job I could barely stand, getting drunk almost every night. I was stuck in a limbo of comfortability that both bored the fuck out of me and grounded me. I had no purpose in life anymore, no goals, no ambition, no nothing and I was perfectly okay with that. Until the days I wasn't. I'd dream of coming home from a long day at work to a woman that needed me just as much as I needed her. A soft warm place to sink into when I had shit days, or even the good ones where I wanted to show her just how much I fucking adored her. I'd imagine her belly swollen with my children.

Lots of fucking kids too. Once she popped one out, I'd put another one in her until our house was full of laughs and endless love. For them, I'd be a better man. A good husband. A good father, but that was only a dream, right? A fantasy. As much as it fucking burned a gaping hole through my heart, I'd have to settle for this life. A lonely, miserable one at that.

Slowing my steps, I reached the back of the lot where my truck was parked and as I dug into my pocket for my keys, I felt my phone vibrate. Dragging it out of my jeans, I glanced down at my screen.

Killian.

He never calls me this late.

Tapping accept, I brought the phone up to my ear.

“Rafe, I need you."