Chapter 7: Keane

My mind raced as I lay in bed that night, enjoying the solace of having my own room as my thoughts directed themselves toward Eve. It was well after midnight, and all I could think about was the way her body had felt pressed beneath mine, like a mold that was fit just for me. Her skin had burned, practically on fire, firm breasts meeting my chest as she’d strained against me. Fuck, if I were a worse man, I would have taken her for myself tonight.
I wondered if she was asleep yet, curled up in her bed, blankets protectively wrapped around her bruised and battered body. The woods were a dangerous place. Some of those scars wouldn’t heal at all, reminding her of me, of us, of tonight.
I reached for my cock as it strained against my boxer shorts, taking a breath to try and compose myself. I couldn’t beg for release now, it wasn’t time. I had to control myself, control my urges. I knew I was dangerous. If I let myself go, feel, then the monster in me would gain strength. And I couldn’t let that happen. The monster needed nobody.
I cleared my throat and sat up in bed, reaching toward my end table for a pack of smokes and a lighter. I lit one up and ran my hand through my hair as I smoked, exhsuation tugging at me. I was tired, but I wouldn’t sleep. Not after tonight, and probably not for a while. But if I stayed in my room and tried to think of something else, it would only get worse.
I knew there was only one solution to this issue. I had to see her.
Butting out the cigarette against a wooden end table, I threw on a tee-shirt and jeans, not even bothering to grab my cell phone as I slipped out my bedroom door and padded quietly down the hallway. Most everyone was asleep, including the fat guard sitting behind the desk against the far end of the hallway. I snickered, flipping him the bird as I passed his snoring ass. Fucking idiots here, the lot of them.
All the better for me, really.
I stopped in front of Eve’s door, checking left then right to ensure no nosy students were poking their heads out and watching. The last thing I needed was Deranged Daniel to flip his batshit crazy switch and wake up every student on this fucking floor.
Peering through the window to ensure neither Eve nor Kasey was still awake, I held my breath and pushed on the door, relieved when it didn’t squeal open like I expected it to. I stepped inside and closed it behind me. It was dark, but the glow from the moon outside the windows basked both beds in a ray of light. Ignoring Kasey’s still body, I crossed the floor towards Eve, feeling my cock harden once more as my eyes caught sight of her sleeping face.
She was magnificent, really, even after the night she’d had with us. Dressed in a long, white nightgown, her legs were uncovered and bare, sporting bruises and scratches from the trees and deep brush. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing, and every few seconds, she would moan softly. Dreaming, maybe, but of what?
I swallowed the lump of desire in my throat and continued to watch her. Eve sighed softly and turned her head. As the light from the moon washed over her face, I noticed a long, jagged scratch on her cheek. She must have gotten scratched while running. It looked red, angry, and raw, and I held my breath as I reached out to touch it, shivering as the warmth of her skin met mine, but only briefly. Eve’s eyes flickered, but they didn’t open, and I knew that was my sign to leave. I didn’t want to give the girl a fucking heart attack, even if I was a monster.
I slipped out as easily as I’d come in, feeling better as I went back to my room and crawled back under the covers. My mind continued to race, but it wouldn’t ease, not really. In a state like this, I was on high alert, always going, always moving, and always fixating on something. Or, in this case, someone. She was my current obsession, an innocent woman trapped in the web of my psychosis. I wanted to do things to her—bad things. But I also wanted to protect her. I wanted to shield her from the evil in the world, even if I was the evil. Why was Eve here? She didn’t seem crazy. Then again, most of us didn’t. Thanks to a heavy regimen of therapy and drugs, we were mostly able to control ourselves. But Eve—Eve was different. Naïve.
There had to be more to her story. And I refused to stop until I figured it out.