Snow Cover

Chapter 24 Hidden Guest

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Unknown's POV

The urges to take this next step are becoming almost overwhelming that it is practically screaming in my head for me to do this. I can't stop the yelling igniting my stresses even more than before. I stare deep into her eyes, seeing the enjoyment, but I am not enjoying this like I want to. Like I know will make me feel better from all of my experiences before this.

My grip tightens around her throat as I continue to thrust, so she is none the wiser. She is moaning until there is no air making its way through her throat to be able to get a sound out. Her eyes pop open with panic riddled on her features. She starts patting my arms to let her go, telling me it is too much for her. But sadly for her, it is too much, but for me, this is not enough. I keep squeezing as she starts to really panic as she is gasping for air.

She tries to use her legs to push me away because I think she finally realizes what is happening. I just push her up against the tree behind her, holding her neck even tighter against the cold and hard bark as she tries to scratch me in return. But she can't seem to get hold of anything because of my jacket, with the thick material it is made from, it is making her hands and fingers slip right off. I thought at least her nails would be able to grip something but not at all. But that was part of the plan that ended up working out perfectly.

Her legs drop from around my waist, I think hoping to try to kick, but because of the position I have her in, she can't even get good enough momentum behind her kicks to hurt me. She keeps trying, and I have to give her the benefit of the doubt because she is much stronger than I ever thought she would be and a very determined fighter for her life. But this is a fight that she was never meant to win. That's why I picked her.

But if we're being honest, this was never my intent for her when I met her years ago. So I do slightly feel bad, but since I couldn't do this to Julia like I had originally planned when meeting her, I now had to figure out someone else to do this with, so I won't be feeling as stressed out as I have been lately. Especially since the urge to take these stresses out on Julia was far too strong to ignore, this mostly happened when we were alone.

So, since I don't know what to do with Julia just yet, I had to let my stresses out elsewhere. I felt Samantha struggling in my hold, letting me know I need to finish this just like I have imagined so vividly in my head as I watched her clean earlier. I have to put my toy out of its misery since I have been playing for far too long that I know that I need to take care of this now before anyone sees. That also makes things difficult because I am a man who likes not to be rushed by any means, especially with what I enjoy doing in my spare time, just so I can enjoy the moment as much as possible.

But as she tries to squeak out screams for help, I know this is the time to end this. So I take away one hand that was tightly wrapped around her neck as this ignites a fire within her. The struggling is happening even harder and faster than before, as she tries her hardest to get out of this death trap while she thinks she has the chance to. I think that removing that hand must have given her a little hope that she could survive this, but she shouldn't get her hopes too far up.

I let out a sad huff knowing that she has the wrong idea of how this will end, and she doesn't even know it yet. I shake my head before reaching into my pocket and grabbing a knife that I got from work, I quickly flip it out, showing her the blade that is reflecting under the building lights. Her eyes widen at the sight, as I let her get a better look, bringing it close to her face, which causes her to freeze. I gently trace the tip of the knife down her jawline and over her very vulnerable neck. I watch her swallow the lump in her throat, just wondering where I am going to put this knife.

I trace it down her chest watching it heave, trying to gain the air it is longing for. I get all the way to her stomach, stopping with the tip pressing into her belly button as I softly say. "Thank you for all the fun years we have spent together.. it was unforgettable." She starts shaking her head as I shake mine with hers, just to stab her in the stomach many times without hesitation. After a long moment of staring into her eyes that show she is slowly dying, I noticed the blood drip from her nose and lips as she gurgles, sounding as if she is suffocating or choking while I continue to hold her above the ground.

I feel the anger and stress just leaving my body as if it is traveling through my arms and into Samantha. I push even harder as I watch the life leave her eyes. Her arms drop off of my jacket while her legs lifelessly swing right above the ground. Showing how lifeless and heavy she really is when she never even looked that heavy in the first place. I grab her neck like a hunting dog with a duck before using the tight grip I have to throw her body over my shoulder before taking her over to the corner of the building.

I plop her body out there on the ground before pulling it up, to prop her up and against the wall. I wipe my hands off on her shirt before shoving my shaft back into my boxer briefs and pulling them up. Luckily, my pants are not as broken as I thought, so I can get them together enough so I can leave without a second thought. I take her bag and using it to clean up the excess blood on my jacket from carrying her over.

I start walking away as I keep looking back at her sitting in the snowy corner. I feel almost bad.. but it was something that needed to happen to help restrain myself for the time being. But the hard part is that somehow I don't feel much better at all, not like I normally do at least. I don't know if that is because I was planning on this happening to Julia before I talked with her or because this was a girl I actually knew for years and enjoyed countless times.

Not sure, but since this didn't help like it normally does when I am stressed.. Then maybe there is something I can do to help myself feel better without hurting Julia.. but honestly I don't know if that is possible.. I don't know if I will be able to stop the urges to destroy her sexually and physically like I want to. But.. I don't know.. Maybe I need to take the next step up so she can join me next time.. She likes me and she told me that.. So maybe she will be open-minded and try this too.

Julia's POV

My eyes fluttered open as I blinked a couple of times to try to focus my vision. But as they finally focused, I looked straight ahead just to see John staring at me while lying on his pillow. I jump and gasp in shock, not expecting that sight whatsoever, especially since I am used to sleeping and waking up alone. "John.. You scared the hell out of me." I declare as I sit up without hesitation, putting my hand over my heart as if that would help calm it down before it flies out of my chest.

"Sorry.. I was just watching you sleep." He says this, I think trying to be sweet, but with the intense look in his eye it is creeping me out if we are being honest. But maybe that is because I just woke up and not in the way I wanted, so I am just being a little mean or grumpy. But I need to change my attitude. I mean come on, this man brought me here on vacation. I have to be nice, right? I don't know what the proper courtesy for being a traveling partner is, but I am going to try to be nice.

"Oh, you watched me for a little bit? I hope I wasn't snoring or anything." I try to stay light within the conversation as I asked for clarification, but in response he only sits up shrugging his shoulders as if this is normal for him when it is definitely not for me. "If that is what will make you feel better about me staring at you.. Then yes it was only for a little bit.. and no there was no snoring, which was very nice. But I could help but to stare because you looked innocent because of the vulnerability in the moment and it was.. sweet." He says this with a smile that doesn't seem to reach his eyes.

I chuckle only slightly at this comment, trying to make it not feel as weird as it does for me right now, I want the conversation and mood to try to stay light because I do think he is trying to joke, he just hasn't been very good at it. At least not since I have met him. But since he is not laughing with me at the moment, that is just up for interpretation, I guess. I keep looking from him to the rest of the bright hotel room before slipping out of bed.

"How was your night? You were out for a long time yesterday.. Way longer than what I thought." I declare as I stood up and stretched for a moment, feeling his eyes on me as I did that. "Yeah, I had so many things I needed to take care of.. Sorry it took all night, but we should have more time together today.. Go take a shower and get ready, so we are not getting a late start to our day." He almost demands this of me as I find myself automatically nodding as if he is controlling me when I know I am my own person and can do what I want. But luckily for the situation, I did want to take a shower, so this worked out.

As I start walking over to the bathroom, I look back to see that this action from me, just makes him smile as he takes a seat on the little couch in front of the TV, turning it on as I continue to slowly walk towards the bathroom. While I pass I glance down to see the little trashcan that held the shirt from last night, but, right now it is empty. I glance around trying to see if I can find the shirt he threw into there, but I don't see it around. I guess he really did get rid of it.

"Is there something you're missing? Because I put your bag in the closet and even opened it up to hang everything up for you.. just to make things easier on yourself.. Oh and I loved the undergarments, by the way." He declares, thinking I am looking for that. That is surprising that he would go through all my stuff. I guess I am just glad that I didn't put anything that was supposed to be a secret in there. But that still freaks me out slightly, with it being an invasion of my privacy, but I can get that he might have just been trying to help me out. The age difference makes us relating on an emotional level a little harder in situations such as this. But either way, that doesn't explain what had happened with the stained shirt.

"Oh.. did you throw all of your clothes in there too? Because you woke me up for a second when you got back to the room last night and.. I saw you throw the shirt in the trashcan.. So I figured you were tossing it on the floor and accidentally made it into the trash can.. So I figured I would try to make sure that it didn't get thrown away for you.. Since it was obviously a mistake." I declare trying to innocently show my cards to see how he reacts.

But as I suspected, he just sits there unphased by my comment, as if he has no emotions at all, or I guess nothing to be guilty about since my explanation hasn't bothered him at all. He just glances away from the TV and over to me seeing that I am waiting for a response. He lets out a breath before explaining. "It got stained because of dinner last night and there was no saving it so I got rid of it.. thanks for the thought though." But when he says this he says it with no effort whatsoever, just trying to ease my mind I guess. I send him a small smile before going into the bathroom and shutting the door behind me.