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This Weeks Sin is Gluttony.
Dawn Kirby lives in West TX with Jamie, her husband of 17 years and their three , DECEIT and TRIBULATIONS. All three part of the paranormal romance Serenity Series published by Twisted Core Press. Her work is also featured in several 7DS Books anthologies such as SEVEN DEADLY SINS, A MAN’S PROMISE, LINGER, among several others. Another short, DATE NIGHT was published in 13 Tales of the Paranormal by Firefly and Wisp. To find out more about Dawn's work please visit www.dawnmkirby.com.
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This Weeks Sin is Gluttony.
The Lock Box (Glutton Part 2)
By Dawn Kirby
God help me, I thought I was going crazy. They told me it was all in my head. The idea that there was actually something weird going on was completely absurd. It was all me and my grief. Then they blamed stress. I guess I showed them, didn’t I?
As I look down on my body lying on a cold, hard slab, I wonder what I could’ve done differently. What signs did I miss? How could I not see that Adam was completely obsessed with me?
The last year plays in my mind like a movie, over and over and over. I walk myself through every encounter between us. There’s nothing. He never came off creepy or weird. He never even let on that he liked me. Not in that way anyway.
There were times he showed up in the same places I happen to be in, but we lived in a small community. You’re bound to run into the same person three or four times a week no matter where you go.
Besides, the times we did run into each other was just as cordial as any other time we talked inside the shop. No creepiness. No odd feelings. He was just a nice, normal guy.
Now it turns out he was an absolute monster.
I thought the pain I felt when the man I loved was murdered was the worst feeling I could possibly feel. How wrong I was.
For months I felt like he was haunting me. Things in my apartment would move. Other times things I didn’t remember getting would appear in my room. I thought I’d just forgotten getting it. That memory loss was part of the grieving process. I’ll be the first to admit focus wasn’t my strong suit then. All I could think about was a life I should have had, but never would. How do you move on from that?
My work began to suffer. Fortunately I was allowed to conduct my tutoring sessions online. Despite that, the loss of a second income made an impact. Bills were piling up and I had no way to keep my head above water. Luckily a friend was willing to take the pressure off.
At first things were good. The haunting feeling drifted away. The air in my apartment felt lighter. I felt like I may actually find a way to move on. I enjoyed being with friends. I began to like my job again.
Then came the dreams. At least I think they were dreams. God, I hope like hell they were. The things he did…
Gentle kisses at first. A touch here or there. Eventually the figure in my dreams would lie down beside me and hold me. Subconsciously I must’ve known something wrong. Morning would come and my body would be stiff. My muscle tight from folding into myself in an effort to get away from his touch.
Then it changed. I couldn’t stay awake anymore. The dreams were still there, but there was no escape. My body wouldn’t respond to my brain begging it to protect itself. I could feel his fingers in places they shouldn’t be. His lips in places I didn’t want then to be. His arms wrapped around me as he lay his body on mine.
The nightmare never ended. Night after night, that shadow was there. Nobody believed me. Not even when I showed them the bruises I found that hadn’t been there the day before.
Eventually I shut down. That’s when the shadow stepped into the light. That’s when the box became my home.
He put me in it to protect me, he said. There was something we couldn’t see trying to hurt me. By then I was so weak I couldn’t fight. By then, my mind had already given up.
Even then it took weeks for my body to give in. My senses stayed keen, but I didn’t care anymore. I knew he was my end. Maybe a side effect of exhaustion and stress. Maybe one of grief moving back in. Either way, I was fully aware of everything he did.
I never knew one man could have so many fetishes. Clothes, aids, movies, leather, lace, boots, heels- you name it, he was into it. Look closer and you’ll see the marks on my skin from the razors. The bruises he left on my neck, arms and legs. Bite marks that would never heal on my chest and legs. Look even closer and you’ll see burns. Closer still, needle marks.
Control.
I know what knives feel like. I know what skin smells like when it’s burning. I know how hard a fist can hit. I know how long it takes to come back from the brink of suffocation. I know what it feels like to beg for death and it not come.
“So you admit you did this?” the detective asked.
Adam looked up at him, a cold look of calm on his pale face. “For us,” he answered. “I did it for us.”
Dumbfounded, the detective opened the folder and looked at the autopsy photos. A young woman so once full of life had wasted away to almost nothing. The corner noted her weight at just above forty pounds.
He slid the open folder across the table. “That’s not what you do to someone you love.”
Adam smiled. “It is when you want to consume them. When you want to be part of them.”
He curled his lips up in disgust. “You drugged her, starved her and assaulted her. How does any of that show love?”
His cold eyes fixed on a photo of Lila’s sunken face. “It’s quite chilling, isn’t it? What a person can do? I put her into that box to keep her safe from that thing. I never said I wanted to keep her safe from me.”
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Dawn Kirby lives in West TX with Jamie, her husband of 17 years and their three , DECEIT and TRIBULATIONS. All three part of the paranormal romance Serenity Series published by Twisted Core Press. Her work is also featured in several 7DS Books anthologies such as SEVEN DEADLY SINS, A MAN’S PROMISE, LINGER, among several others. Another short, DATE NIGHT was published in 13 Tales of the Paranormal by Firefly and Wisp. To find out more about Dawn's work please visit www.dawnmkirby.com.SECRETS
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