So I'm Dating a Murderer ~Closed~

[princesssexci]

Stephanie blinked a few more times as movement on the bed. Her eyes fluttered open as she stared at Craig who now sat indian style...just staring at her. She wasn't exactly certain what she was supposed to say. Part of her wanted to ask if all that stuff he said, about killing her was...true.

Of course, since he had decided to spare her life...she didn't want to remind him of what he'd wanted to do. Though, it seemed like his mood changed. He was smiling at her but not in that malicious way. It was one of those soft smiles.

"Um...hey.." She said, weakly.

 

[fr33ks33k]

"Before we go any further, I want you to know that at the start of last night, I fully intended to kill you. I've done it before, obviously. I don't know what changed; if I'm just getting soft, or if...well, I just don't know. I wanted that to be clear though."

Craig sat still on the bed, breathing calmly. His eyes kept moving from her wrists to her eyes, trying to figure out something more to say. He was lost for words, and settled for just staring. Surely it couldn't be worse than what he'd done the previous evening...

 

[princesssexci]

It was clear that they were both at a loss for words. She'd never actually dated a ....murderer before. Then again, she'd always had that bad boy fixation. She was silent for a minute, unsure of what to say as well. He had wanted to kill her but he hadn't.

That answered one question.

Her eyebrow furrowed as she got a thoughtful look on her face. She hadn't moved from the bed for the mere fact that she was still sore. He had done this before, he'd made fools of other girls and then killed them.

Stephanie should have been scared out of her wits. Yet, she wasn't. Here she was with a murderer sitting next to her and she wasn't scared. Her stepfather had always called her weird.

Finally, she spoke after looking back up at Craig. "So..." she swallowed hard, closing her eyes and then reopened them. "You have brought others girl here..as you did with me last night...mercilessly fucked them...and then..." she choked back the word.

Tanya had warned her about him. Suddenly, she just laughed as his words came back to her. He wanted her to know that he was going to kill her until he changed his mind. "I guess I should feel...flattered?"

Stephanie wasn't quite sure how to take this sort of information. After all, it wasn't every day you began dating a murderer, especially one with plans to kill you.

 

[fr33ks33k]

"Flattered? That's an interesting way to look at it. You're not...going to try and run? Tell the police? I mean, I know you're probably in a lot of pain, but even still. No one's every not tried to escape."

Finally, Craig reached out a hand toward Stephanie. He slowly caressed the welted skin of her ankle, tracing over the raised wound gently. He remembered how she'd bucked and writhed against the restraints, not really trying to fight him off, but struggling just the same.

He brought his eyes back up to hers. "To answer your question, yes. I've brought several women back here and done the same thing. But none of them ever reacted the way you have. They were all terrified, yammering messes. Screaming for their lives; that sort of thing sends a thrill through me. But you....you gave..give...You give me a different sort of feeling."

 

[princesssexci]

"I told you I was kinky..." Stephanie replied trying to make light of the situation before her. The welts on her skin still burned and she slightly winced as he gently caressed the welts. It wasn't that he was hurting her, it just...hurt in general.

"I don't think I could leave...I mean, I can't even really get out of bed." She fought back the urge that she also didn't want to leave because that just sounded crazy.

"Going back to what you just said, this sorta thing turns you on...I mean yeah the whole BDSM thing is hot, obviously. I mean killing girls afterwards? That was BDSM right or was it bordering masochism? Sorry, I'm not exactly an expert on those sort of things. "

It was obvious that she was nervous because she continued rambling. She wasn't nervous about the fact that he could kill her because he could've done it last night. "Where did you hide the bodies? How were you not figured out?" Okay, she wasn't so much nervous but more so ...interested. That made no sense whatsoever but it was true.

Stephanie leaned forward showing true interest in the topic.

 

[fr33ks33k]

"Sadism, I'd call it. Pleasure from inducing pain. Masochism...well, that'd be your reaction to the pain. Yes, killing is a thrill for me, sexual and otherwise. I've gotten away with it this long because I'm very very careful. I can't tell you anything more, because that would be contradictory to my careful nature. Though so is your presence here..."

He trailed off, removing his fingers from her ankle. Suddenly, his mouth was dry. This was awkward. This was strange....she wasn't supposed to be alive...but she wasn't supposed to like the things he dished out, either. She wasn't supposed to have cried out his name in delirious pleasure. Craig slid out of his bed and moved to the door.

"I'm going to get something to drink. Would...you like anything? I promise it won't be drugged this time..."

He laughed weakly, rolling his eyes at his poor humor.

 

[princesssexci]

Chills ran down her spine. She was dating a sadist and she was...a ...masochist? It was all starting to make perfect sense! No wonder, she could never find the right guy to date. If they weren't sadists then it was easy to tell why a guy couldn't give her pleasure...not the sort that Craig had given.

Stephanie parted her lips to ask something else but he immediately shut her down. "Oh come on! I'm not gonna tell anybody." She held up her right hand, "Girl scouts honor?" Of course, she'd never been a girl scout so was she allowed to make that sort of pledge.

He quickly dismissed himself though making Stephanie sigh, "Um, yeah..sure. Some water...please?" God, this was so weird. It wasn't that she was unappreciative about ...being alive but what killer actually let his victim lived. Well, she had told him that he didn't think this out good enough.

Stephanie looked down at her body, her waist had bruises, her ankles and wrists had welts. She would definitely have to wear long sleeves when she went out.

 

[fr33ks33k]

He closed the door to his bedroom and moved to the kitchen, grabbing two glasses and dropping some ice from the freezer into them. Two bottles of water were poured, then tossed into a separate trash can. He paused before heading back to his room. Did he really want to leave her alive? She knew so much without him saying anything about his past actions....She seemed to be truly intrigued, and still interested in him. Masochism probably didn't even begin to cover the mental issues she had to have to be interested in a self-admitted murderer.

He slipped back into his room, handing her a glass, seating himself in his previous position. Taking a sip of his own water, he watched her inquisitively.

 

[princesssexci]

Stephanie accepted the water and was silent as she took little sips. She probably should leave. After all, he was a murderer and he did basically say last night that it would be an odd coupling...predator and prey. Plus, he...lied. She detested liars.

He was a liar.

She glanced up at him, looking into his jade green eyes. He kept staring at her which made her sort of uncomfortable. Was he contemplating killing her? "I..." she started, then shut her mouth. "This is sorta weird. I'm not gonna lie..."

More silence so Stephanie tried to fill the void with a sip of water. " I can't stay here though...I do have work."

 

[fr33ks33k]

"Right. I understand. I...Hmm...I suppose it goes without saying, but don't mention any of this to anyone. I..."

He trailed off again, still unsure of what to say to her. He felt something in the back of his throat, no matter how many drinks of water he took. He set his near-empty glass on the nightstand and stood, stepping over to his closet. After some digging, he pulled out a sweatsuit and tossed it on the bed. The navy material lay in a crumpled pile on the bed by her feet.

"Look, I would apologize for what I've done to you, but I meant every bit of it. Even the bits where I was trying to get to know you. That's part of the draw, the honesty. Raw and naked and on display. I don't know how you'll take that, but...well, not killing you seemed like the right thing. At the end of any night like the one last night, I have never felt that way. It's an odd feeling. I don't even know why I'm telling you this....You can go when you feel up to it. All your stuff is in a duffel bag by the couch."

After he spoke, he sat silently again, looking anywhere but at her eyes.

 

[princesssexci]

Stephanie just stared at him for a minute. He refused to look her in the eyes. "Um...yeah, I mean..of course I won't sat anything.." she glanced towards the navy sweat suit. "Thanks..for the sweatsuit." God this was so weird! " and for being honest..to a point."

Why did it seem like they were breaking up?

Stephanie managed to get up and grimace in pain as she moved towards Craig. Bending down as best as she could without grimacing in pain, shd cupped his chin in her hand and placec a soft, gentle kiss on his lips.

She instantly pulled away before he could react. " I had fun.."

Reaally weird night. She slowly stood up and took the suit and slipped it on since she had no underwear.It was too much to hope that he'd call her and she wasn't going to make that suggestion. He probably already thought she was weird.

( you can ffwd to another day)

 

[fr33ks33k]

Her last words had left him even more confused than before. She'd had fun? He'd led her on, drugged her, tortured her....he would have killed her. Would have...except, for some reason her reactions found him feeling more attracted to her. It would be a shame to waste her life when she seemed so eager. Eager, that was the word wasn't it?

The rest of his week went uneventfully; a job done led to another new task, more monotony. One night, he came home and sat on his couch, contemplating what to do; should he start trying to find a new 'project'? No...it was too soon for that.

His thoughts were interrupted by eyes glancing over a binder on the coffee table. One that hadn't been there...or had it? He opened it to reveal Stephanie's novel. Green eyes widened as he started to read it. Really read it, not pretend as he had that night...

It was a solid story. Full of romance and twists of intrigue. It left him thinking of Stephanie. He wondered just how she'd taken the whole thing, after the initial shock of it had subsided.

Before he realized it, his phone was dialing. He sighed and hung up before it could connect. Shaking his head, he hit redial. He had to know.

 

[princesssexci]

For the next week Stephanie had done her very best not to think of the murderer whom she'd been dating. It was even weird to think of it like that. Technically, he hadn't killed her so therefore...he wasn't a murderer..at least ...in her eyes. That probably explained why she told the murderer that she'd had a good time. She also liked to think of Cra-- the murderer as the murderer because it meant there was no attachment.

For instance, you find a stray dog and you know it doesn't belong to you...you don't name it because then you get attached. You just call it doggy. Besides, she hadn't had a good time. At least, she told herself that. It was just a polite way of leaving without having him stalk her or something.

And no, she was not staring at her phone constantly wondering if he'd actually call her. Craig---erm, the murderer probably had found a new girl to seduce and then murderer..or if he was as bad a killer as she thought...found a girl, threatened to murder her and then...not murder her.

She also wanted to make sure that he wasn't lying about what he'd called her ...a masochist. Stephanie googled the word and sure enough, there was the definition.

mas-o-chist: gratification gained from pain, deprivation, degradation, etc., inflicted or imposed on oneself, either as a result of one's own actions or the actions of others, especially the tendency to seek this form of gratification.

This pissed her off because she was pretty certain she wasn't a masochist. (another self denial). Stephanie had gotten used to not having Craig call her and having only Tanya to call and check in. She did this frequently and had promised Stephie that she'd find a real nice guy whom Stephanie could go out with. A real nice guy, fun...NOT.

It was about Friday night when Stephanie arrived home, looking for her binder full of the pages she had spent the last two years writing in. Her book. Ironic that she'd write about dating a criminal and then end up doing the same thing. Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, she searched high and low. She looked in her bedroom and the bathroom, her living room. It was nowhere to be seen. She couldn't have possibly left it at...

No.

Thankfully, she'd backed it up. She just needed to find the drive. Her cellphone suddenly began ringing. Knowing it was Tanya, she picked it up wihtout looking at the caller id. "Listen Ta, I can't go out with your friend tonight. I'm missing A Lovers Mistake and can't find the damn drive I backed it up on..."

 

[fr33ks33k]

"It's not missing. I just finished it. It's lovely. Kind of ironic, actually. Considering the circumstances, I'm not sure how to handle this. I could mail it to you...or I could drop it off."

He hadn't bothered to tell her who it was. She would know. His voice was low and sullen, his free hand tensed and released, a fist forming over and over. It wasn't anger, but nervousness that drove him to such subconscious action. Through all that he'd put her through, if she still chose to talk to him, he would be surprised. He waited for the familiar click of someone hanging up, breath caught in the back of his throat.

 

[princesssexci]

Stephanie sat there and for a moment was unsure what to do. She hadn't expected to hear from him again. Silence rang in the air. " Oh..." was the first thing that came out of her lips. She pulled the phone away from her ear and nearly pressed the red button to hang up.

Then again, she wanted to see Craig again...even if he had tied her and tried to kill her. It was probably better than meeting Tanyas nice friend. She pulled the cell back to her ear.

" wow I mustve like not even realized I left it there. You can...drop it off...." she said almost hesifantly still unsure of what the hell she was doing. " um mayve this afternoon. I need it asap."

She didn't go into the why's of it, though.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Craig's eyes went wide at her agreement. He smiled as he talked, telling her that he'd be there in a little while to drop off her book.

He went through his closet, choosing another simple outfit; jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt in a deep navy color. He grabbed the book and went to his car, driving the short distance to Stephanie's apartment. When he got to the door, though, he had to take a few deep breaths before knocking. He felt like an awkward high-school boy with a crush...such and odd feeling when compared to the superiority he'd had before. His old confidence was cracking, his lack of surety was worrying. She was the cause, and somehow he didn't find that to be a problem. He shifted his weight from foot to foot as he waited for her to answer the door.

 

[princesssexci]

Stephanie wore a simple outfit herself today, skinny jeans and a pink wife beater. The skinny jeans hugged her frame nicely. Her hair was let loose and hung slightly below her shoulders. It was the weekend so she didn't see any need to change just because Craig was coming over.

Then came the knock on the door. Taking a deep breath, Steph told herself that if she felt like she was in danger she could call the security guards downstairs. Of course she reminded herself that Craig could've killed her when he had the chance..why wait? Unless he changed his mind.

She was a liability after all.

Shaking those fearful thoughts away, she opened the door and smiled." Hey..."

Seeing Craig again reminded Stephanie of just how attracted she was to him. She stepped from entry of the doorway. "Uh..thanks for bringing my book back. I was freaking out."

Stephanie wasn't sure whether it was proper to offer him anything. After all, he'd had intentions to kill her!

 

[fr33ks33k]

"Sure. It's not a problem at all..."

He stopped shifting his weight, stricken by the sight of her. The way her hair fell across her shoulders, framing her face perfectly, the way her shirt and jeans complemented her figure...he was looking at her as just a woman, not scoping her out for any other reason than she was attractive. This was...new. Normally he only searched for the uses a woman could have based on her body type.

The silence was deafening. He struggled to find something to say. All he could come up with was "So, the story...it's very well-written. It was thoroughly enjoyable. Um...how have you been?"

What a stupid question...if he wasn't so dumbstruck he would have hit his own forehead for asking such a thing.

 

[princesssexci]

Finally Craig broke the silence, making Stephanie sigh in relief. "Thanks.." and when he asked her how she was doing, she fought back the urge to give a smart ass remark. That probably wouldn't have been a good idea.

Of course Stephanie being Stephanie couldn't resist.

"Hm let's see, last week I was kidnapped, tied to a table, and now have bruises that have faded but are still visible.." she flicked her eyes at his face to see if there was any remorse. "You figure it out.."

She was also fighting back the urge to say how much that turned her on while trying to convince herself that she was nota masochist.

"You?"

Then said,"you can come in if you want..I don't bite.." unless you ask nicely

 

[fr33ks33k]

He grinned sheepishly at her mention of the bruises. He remembered how he felt when he inflicted them on her, and it was a wonderful sensation. His breath caught in his throat again as she invited him in. He stepped inside, his eyes on the door as she closed it behind him. He remembered the first time they'd had sex, right there against that door. It was a different kind of passion than the fire he'd felt having her at his mercy.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and answer her own question.

"Truthfully, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I can't figure out what it is that kept me from finishing a job I've done so many times before. I think...I don't know what I think, but I do know that I don't regret my choice."

He laughed softly at her comment about biting. It was good to see that she did still have her personality intact, that it wasn't completely stripped away by what he'd done. Only suppressed, he supposed.

 

[princesssexci]

Stephanie hadn't expected him to say that his thoughts basically revolved around her. Was that a...good thing? She supposed it was. After all, he had just admitted that he didn't regret not killing her. His comment did make her blush slightly. She watched as his eyes lingered on the closed door longer than should have and knew exactly what he'd been thinking about. Their first intimate moment.

It made her shiver just thinking about it.

"Oh, trust me..I don't regret that choice either."

Silence once again reigned throughout the apartment.

" You..wanna drink?" She finally offered. It was the polite thing to do but..part of her didn't want him to go yet. Stephanie was nit stupid enough to admit that to him, though.

"And uh you can set the binder on the the desk."

 

[fr33ks33k]

"Ok. Sure, soda or juice or whatever is fine."

He wandered over to her desk, setting the binder beside the computer that took up most of the space. He moved to the couch and sat down, making himself as comfortable as possible while still feeling a bit out of sorts.

"So, any bites on editors and publishers?"

He was still fishing for conversation, falling back on the one thing that helped him avoid the real questions he wanted to ask her.

 

[princesssexci]

Steph walked into the kitchen and opened up the fridge, grabbing two cans of soda.she walked into the living room and handed Craig one when he asked about the status of her book. "One publisher but no editors seemed interested..." her voice trailed off as she gave a small sigh.

"I mean I'm sure ill find someone but that's why I needed the roughdraft of it immediately because the publishing company wanted to do a once over. They were positive they could find an editor if I couldn't do so myself."

Stephanie opened her can up with a large pop then took a few sips. Suddenly, she blurted out, "so what is it about killing girls that turns you?" Then she pursed her lips. "Sorry, don't answer that. I don't think I even want to know. "

 

[fr33ks33k]

His own soda can cracked open just as she asked her question. Craig looked at her with a brow raised. He stared at his soda for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

"Well, it's just an extreme form of power exertion. It's the ultimate thrill, holding a life in your hands. Some would call it playing God, but I just feel like I'm channeling some of that power, using it to seek pleasure."

He looked up at her, smiling softly. "I felt that way up until I heard you cry out my name. It woke up something inside me. It was primal, and powerful but in a different way. I didn't need to exert more power over you because I felt like I had reached the pinnacle of it. You were writhing and struggling against your bonds, but you didn't seem like you wanted to escape. You looked more like you wanted to be closer, to touch and be touched and bring the experience closer to you."

He realized he'd been rambling and took a sip of his soda to shut himself up.

 

[princesssexci]

Stephs eyebrows raisedat his admission. She couldn't help but smile at his reaction to her reactions that night. God, it was so hard to hate him, right now.

" I did..." she said afted he took a sip of his soda to shut himself up. " I mean..." she stopped unsure of how to explain her reactions." Okay so I knew that I was probably gonna die and ill admit that I was being a bitch in the beginning hoping you'd let me go just to shut me up.." she smirked, "obviously didn't work. I dunno what happened after that though. "

She paused giving Craig time to digest what she said, then bit her lip before continuing, "and I'm into some pretty kinky shit and no guy has ever managed to..." she blushed, figuring he'd get the gist if what she was saying, " anyways, until I met you I didn't realize how far that kink went..that I was a..." again, she couldn't finish her sentence but this time it was mainly because she still had a hard time digesting that particular information.

Stephanie took a huge gulp of soda as she waited for craig to respond.