Considerably Wicked: A Dark Romance

by Leigh Frankie

  Get a fucking room.

  Obviously, the place wasn’t my scene, but it was Tyra’s.

  I glanced at my watch. It was time.

  I climbed up the illuminated glass staircase and scanned the first floor, a glass of whiskey in my hand. I’d prefer wine, but I’d save a glass for later. Turning to my right, a corner of my mouth lifted—there she was.

  It wasn’t difficult to look for Tyra Andrews because the front slit, low neckline, and missing back of her black satin dress weren’t easy to miss. She was young and beautiful and looked taller on her red high heels than some of the guys around her. She flipped her blond locks as she talked, obviously flirting with everyone, even with the bartender who was pouring her a drink.

  She went back to dance with a guy who looked like a million bucks. The ring on his finger was an obvious indication that he was married, and his wife could be at home, alone and miserable, waiting for him to come home. But Tyra Andrews didn’t give a damn.

  After her intimate dance with Mr. Married Man, she left and walked over to the bar again to order another drink.

  It was my cue to make my move.

  “I’ll have ‘nother one,” I ordered and purposely brushed my hand against Tyra’s exposed leg. “Oops…sorry about that. I kind of lost my balance there.”

  She turned to me and gave a half-smile. She looked more beautiful up-close. “It’s alright.”

  I flashed a wickedly flirtatious smile her way and paid the bartender for the glass of whisky, my eyes never leaving Tyra’s medium brown ones.

  She giggled. “Well, aren’t you a desirable one?”

  “Why, thank you.” My lips twitched into a wry smile as I deliberately checked her out. I had played this part so many times before.

  “I’m Tyra.” She extended her hand to me.

  I took her hand and shook it gently.

  “Liam.”

  “Sounds…hot.”

  “Can I be honest with you, Tyra?”

  “Of course.”

  “I’ve been watching you and I got a little high watching you dance back there.”

  Tyra bit her lower lip and tilted her head to her right. “Thank you, Liam. I’m glad you enjoyed watching me,” she said, giggling.

  I smiled and moved a little closer to her. Her tacky perfume and the smell of alcohol in her breath clung to the insides of my nose. “So…did you come here alone?” I had to ask first.

  “Alone.” Tyra laughed and drank her shot of tequila straight. “Do you want to dance?”

  “Sure.” I finished my glass of whisky and followed her to the dance floor, avoiding the guys who were dying to eat her moments ago.

  Disgusting pigs.

  When we reached the dance floor, Tyra didn’t waste no time and began to grind her ass against my crotch to the beat of the music. I placed my hands on her tight ass, pretending to enjoy the contact. Yes, I am a guy and Tyra was really attractive, but she was far from being my type, although my cock did pay her round ass a little attention. But that’s the thing about having complete control of yourself. I was hard; however, it’s just a normal physical reaction. I wouldn’t be fucking Tyra Andrews later.

  As the rhythm picked up, so did her grinding. She suddenly flipped, facing me.

  “You’re so hot,” I whispered. My voice was husky and warm in her ear. I had always enjoyed teasing my projects.

  Tyra smiled and her hands snaked around my neck, pressing our bodies against each other. I lowered my head and licked her neck with my warm tongue. I could feel her rapid breathing as I nipped her earlobe.

  “Fuck. You’re a bad boy, Liam.” She was ready to go.

  “Do you want me to show you how bad I am?” I asked, licking the length of her neck. Despite the loud music, her soft moan reached my ears.

  “Show me.” Her breathing was heavy.

  “Come with me.” I cupped her face between my hands. My dark urges burning within., I couldn’t wait to run my favorite knife into her soft skin.

  “No, Liam. Show me now.”

  What?

  “I want you to show me how bad you are. Right here. Right now,” Tyra said when I didn’t say anything.

  Fucking hell!

  I smirked and slid my hand under her skirt, running a finger against the soft fabric of her underwear, surprised that she was actually wearing one. “Come with me and I’ll show you what my fingers and mouth are capable of.”

  She moaned as I continued to caress her. Enslaved by her own hormones, she followed me and left the club.

  ***

  “An abandoned funeral home? How romantic,” Tyra squealed half an hour later. She held my hand tight as we stepped inside.

  The drive to the funeral home didn’t prove to be an easy task for me. Tyra was awfully horny that she kept insisting on blowing me while driving. I had to come up with some excuses to keep her filthy mouth to herself. She finally settled down in her seat when I dipped my thumb in her mouth. Sucking my thumb kept her pretty occupied for a moment. When her moans and heavy breathing didn’t seem to get me aroused, I had to keep her from touching my crotch by touching her breasts.

  The crazy things I do to…

  “A friend of mine owns this place, so I can use it anytime,” I told her a moment later. “Let me give you a tour.”

  The interior seemed normal, exactly how an abandoned place should be, shabby and smelly, owing to the stench that was left behind after bodies were cremated. Normal people would, no doubt, find the place creepy and weird. But to me, it was a haven of solitude; a place where sinners were redeemed and given another chance.

  The first part of the building that we went to was the basement where I dismember the dead bodies of my victims. The place was shady and murky but not at all scary to me. Of course. Tyra looked around and grinned at the rusty stretchers neatly stacked in a corner.

  “We can fuck on the stretcher.” She giggled.

  I only laughed. There was no way I was going to fuck her.

  We went back upstairs, and I led her to the room where I had revealed my true purpose to the previous sinners I had redeemed.

  “Oh, look at that.” Tyra pointed at the casket covers and the crucifix on the wall above it.

  “The crematorium is in the next room.”

  Her eyes widened in excitement. “Really? Let’s go.”

  I spun her around and pushed her onto the bed in the middle of the room. There was no doubt that I would take her to the crematorium later—when I’m done with her.

  “Oh…so you like it rough, huh?” Tyra purred.

  I joined her and crawled on top of her, holding her hands over her head. “And now you are about to see my evil side.” I pulled off her clothes, ripping them in the process, and smiled as my hands traveled from her collarbone down to her chest.

  Tyra’s right hand managed to escape my grip. “Fucking show me, Liam.”

  We fought and pushed each other, both wanting to dominate the other. As I shifted to my right to push myself on top, Tyra rolled over and straddled me instead. Her lips suddenly reached for mine and kissed me. She sucked on my tongue hard.

  I pushed her right away. I never let my female projects kiss me ever before. Tyra was definitely different from all of them. She was aggressive, and it was clear that she wanted a piece of me too.

  The kiss pissed me off. It was not part of the plan, and I didn’t expect it to happen. I should have known better and should have prepared for it. I wanted to torture her right away. No doubt that Tyra had sucked on countless tongues and I didn’t like her sucking mine. But there was nothing I could do. Tyra was one horny female. Kissing was inevitable.

  When her hand moved down south, I pushed her right away, keeping as much distance as I could between us. “Wait…”

  There was no way I would let her touch me there.

  Tyra’s breathing was frantic. “What is it? I want your dick now.”

  With the tiny chance I got, I instantly stood up from the bed. I couldn’t wait t
o slice her tongue and make her swallow it. As I stared at her, I felt darkness cloud the entire room.

  Tyra got out from the bed and slowly walked to me. “What is it, Liam?”

  I smiled and scooped her face between my hands. “I’m going to do bad things with you now,” I whispered.

  I wrapped my hands around her neck, strangling her.

  “Liam…” She choked, her throat caving in.

  “You, my dear sinner, has committed greed. In abundance, if I might add. Your desire for material wealth is so extreme that you don’t care that you’re hurting people’s feelings. Specifically, the person who paid me to have you killed.”

  I picked her up and slammed her into the wall. She landed on the dusty concrete floor and wailed in pain, but before she could even question me on what I was doing, I grabbed her by the throat and started choking the life out of her. When the reality of the situation suddenly dawned on her, she started to free herself from the crushing grip on her windpipe.

  “Liam…why?” She managed to ask through her gags and coughs.

  I just smiled. The talking would have to come later. I then slammed my fist into her stomach and smacked her head against the wall.

  Seeing her fall unconscious, I exhaled with relief and felt my pulse quicken. Adrenaline surged through my body, giving me immense satisfaction.

  Okay, I’m definitely aroused now.

  ***

  “Argghhh!” Tyra wailed, shaking so hard from the pain and horror at the sight of her own tongue, dangling in front of her. I had cut out her tongue, rendering her mute.

  She was dangling completely naked from the ceiling, held bound by the red ropes aesthetically looped around every inch and curve of her body. She was stretched, arms and legs firmly bound to the ceiling, her head a good three feet above ground. The tip of her long silky hair now drenched in the blood-soaked cement floor. From the looks of things, she knew that an escape was no longer possible. And in that very moment, she wished nothing more than to just die, ending her suffering. That I knew for it was written all over her face.

  I smirked and threw her tongue into the basin where Tyra’s blood was starting to fill. Stark naked, I squatted down and ran a hand over the beads of sweat on my face and through my hair. I couldn’t help my growing erection considering that I was, after all, still a man. But, despite the unwelcomed physical reaction my body was showing, I had zero interest of ramming my cock into her.

  “Beautiful,” I said, in my sexiest, huskiest tone. “When I was asked in my Shibari class why I wanted to learn the art, I simply told them the truth. Some people in my class wanted it for kinky pleasurable torture. To me, it was nothing but an exquisite method of restraining my captive. I just wanted it for that value. But now, with you hanging up there, looking so appealing, I can see why some had wanted to learn it for its artistry. Now, I have come to appreciate it too.” I stood up and stepped back, seemingly admiring the sight in front of me. “Notice how the rope patterns wrap your skin in geometric perfection? Just beautiful.”

  Tyra, with her eyes closed, whimpered. That was all her willpower could afford.

  I maneuvered behind her, fumbling with the tools I prepared on the medical table. I circled around her with a cleaver in hand. My client demanded that I chop off Tyra’s fingers, one by one. And what better knife to use to cut through thin bones than my trusted Siberian cleaver.

  “You have lived a pretty shitty life, Tyra. And as my client had put it, you are a heartless home-wrecker. Greed is the root of all evil things, don’t you know that? Greed fuels almost everything. My client suffered because you wanted more from him. You used your body to feed your greed. You emptied his pockets and when he was head over heels in debt, you left and ran after the next loaded banker. Your love for money and desire to possess material things have detoriated your soul, separating you from your spiritual purpose.”

  Slowly, Tyra opened her eyes. She winced, blood running down her face and into her eyes. She howled, thick crimson spilling from her mouth.

  “But have no fear, I will usher you back to the right path and help you have a purpose.” I crouched in front her and bit my lower lip as I stared down at her face. “By the way, although it was your desire for my dick…” I pointed at my hard manhood, “that brought you here, it was your greed for earthly pleasures that has brought you to your final destruction.”

  Tyra started to pant heavily as soon as she felt the blade of the cleaver against her aching, pale nipple. Her eyes fluttered shut.

  I smiled at her sweetly. “Yes…that’s right. Close your eyes. This will be over soon, Tyra.”

  With that, a loud cry shot out from Tyra’s throat. Her time had come to be redeemed.

  ***

  “Welcome to your new home, Tyra,” I inhaled. It was already half past two in the morning when I was finally done with Tyra. Following my routine, I took a shower, cleaned up, and scrubbed off any scent from my recent kill. The clothes I wore to the club were torched after Tyra’s body. I put on a new pair of denim jeans and a gray shirt.

  I inhaled once more the surroundings, taking in the beautiful smell that greeted me as soon as I opened the door to my indoor garden.

  At the back of the funeral home was my indoor garden where flowers and plants of different varieties flourished. Regardless, the garden was my most favorite part. I loved talking to my projects and performing the rituals of redeeming them, but it was the garden where I felt most fulfilled and gratified.

  The grow lights from the ceiling and the corners were giving it a sunny afternoon feel. Shelves of potted plants occupied much of the room. In the middle was a brown couch and a rug.

  My very own piece of heaven.

  I glanced down at the Wandering Jew in a white pot clutched to my chest. Smiling, I looked around at the rest of the plants on the shelves.

  “Like the rest of them, here you will finally serve a meaningful purpose, Tyra.”

  Chapter 10

  Awkward

  “Una, I’m here!” Liezel called, carrying a brown paper bag. She turned the knob and called Una again when the door was locked. “Seriously? Una.” She pushed the door bell and waited, shaking her head.

  In less than a minute, the door opened.

  “You’re five minutes late.” Una opened the door wider for her to step inside.

  Liezel rolled her eyes as they made their way through the house after shutting the door behind her. “I woke up late, okay?” She glanced down at her watch. “And it’s just two.”

  “Half past two,” Una corrected.

  Liezel sighed loudly and put the brown bag on the counter top. “I bought Pad Thai, Tom Yum soup, and Larb Kai salad,” she said as she unloaded the food containers and grabbed a wooden stool to sit on.

  “Do you want to eat in the living room? We can watch something while we eat,” Una suggested and immediately earned her a surprised look from her friend.

  “Really?”

  Una shrugged. “Yeah. Bring those food to the living room, and I’ll make us some lemon juice.”

  Liezel smiled as she carried the takeout containers and Una’s food to the living room. She had always wanted to experience stuff like this; enjoying takeout in front of the TV—normal stuff that normal people would do.

  “Where’s Will?” she asked when Una joined her on the couch.

  Una placed a pitcher of lemon juice and two glasses on the center table. “Should I know?” She turned the TV on.

  “I thought you guys are already hitting it off.”

  “Hitting it off?”

  Liezel smiled at her, teasing. “I mean…after that game you two played, I thought you’re—”

  “I don’t ask him about his whereabouts. But he’s probably out with his friends. I don’t know.” Una flipped through the channels and stopped on HBO.

  “Seriously, Una, you gotta get that fixed really soon.” Liezel pointed at the TV and glowered at the vertical lines on the screen. When she didn’t hear any reply from Un
a, she turned to her with an apologetic face. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come last week. I wanted to but I was held back at work. How’s your head by the way?

  “It’s okay and my head is fine.” Una chewed on her Pad Thai.

  “I wanted to visit you right away but I was held back at work.”

  “And I’m sure your new boyfriend kept you pretty busy too,” Una said with her eyes glued on the movie in front of her.

  Liezel made a face and dropped the fork of salad back into the container. “Why would you say that? I was really busy with work. Just work.”

  “You have done it before. With your ex-boyfriend, Jeremy. I got sick. You showed up a week after.” Una told her without looking at her.

  “Una…”

  This time, she did. “That’s okay, though. I don’t really mind.” And she smiled and continued. “How’s your new boyfriend? If you want to brag about him, go ahead. You know I won’t judge you.”

  Although it may sound odd, after being friends for a long time and knowing Una’s background, Liezel knew that Una meant what she said. She just wanted to know, and she wouldn’t judge. Una was not like any of her other friends. While talking to her could be awkward and her honesty could be a little difficult to come to terms with at times, Leizel would rather have that. She had a few friends from high school and college, but Una never betrayed her like they did.

  Without finishing her Pad Thai, she moved on to her soup. “Nothing to brag really. He’s the usual rich guy. Like I said, he owns eight cars. Oh, and three properties, one which is a fifteen-minute drive from work, another one in California, and a resort in Spain.”

  “That’s great.”

  “Can you at least smile when you say it?”

  Una looked up at her, briefly smiled, and continued to eat. Then they heard the front door open. Shortly thereafter, Will came in, carrying a box of takeout food.

  “Hello, Will.” Liezel greeted him.

  He had a somewhat stunned look on his face. “What? Oh, hi…well, I just didn’t expect you here.” He set his takeout onto the table. “Good afternoon, Ms. Miller.” He looked down at Una in the couch.