Delusional Tormentor by Celia Crown

Author:Celia Crown [Crown, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-25T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Remo

She has stopped avoiding me, choosing to glue her soft little body to her friend’s side instead.

I don’t blame her; I can’t blame her for wanting to open all the windows and let fresh air in when I left her apartment before Audrey returned.

Insulting? No, she’s simply not used to having my scent on her. She does have a rather sensitive nose, which is why she never uses scented laundry detergent.

I was amused watching from a distance as she cleared out all signs of me. She washed all her bedding, snapped on rubber gloves to disinfect all surfaces, and sprayed fabric cleaner on the furniture.

Her efforts to improve her health and prevent future sickness make me love her even more.

So, no, I don’t blame her.

After all, it’s nefarious, the way I love her.

She cleaned everything because she appreciated the effort I went through to nurse her back to health. I risked getting sick by getting under the covers with her, helping her sweat it out during the night, and cooking comfort food with her mother’s recipes.

I wouldn’t mind caring for her again when she’s sick; Jenny was much more affectionate with me than usual.

As I watched her clean their apartment, I imagined her cleaning our house after we laze around in bed on Sunday mornings.

I am methodical when I clean up after myself: burning the clothes, scrubbing the blood off my body, and stitching my wounds evenly for excellent healing.

Generic cleaning products can’t be tracked, and cleaning right before sunrise pinpoints spots that were missed. Dismemberment calls for a different game plan, but I learned many tricks while I was in prison.

The government agents made it their mission to separate me from Jenny despite knowing we are meant to be a couple. I made them pay for that, and they’ll think twice about pulling another stunt like that again.

Getting past the prison walls was easy compared to the self-control it took not to spiral down into madness with the disgusting prisoners.

Roaming convicts or intoxicated patrons, they’re all filthy trash, unworthy of being near my pretty girl.

It’s Monday night at the bar, lights flashing on the walls as the rowdy crowd dances mindlessly.

It is a celebration of some sort with drinks on the house and a dance competition underway. I can make out her small frame running between all the sweaty customers, serving drinks with her pretty smile and soothing voice to increase the tips.

I have more than enough money to buy everything she wants, and more cash flow will come as the days go by.

A salty sea breeze runs through my hair, cooling my body. I lean back in a plastic chair, surprised it can withstand my weight, and keenly watch Jenny from afar.

This bistro has outdoor seating with an unobstructed view of the tiki bar across the street. Jenny knows I’m here, and I relish it when she shyly makes eye contact to see if I’m sitting here until her shift ends.

I hear someone approaching, the man with the jackal eyes taking a seat behind me.

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