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The Queen of Hearts

Chapter sixteen

Zach was beside himself with worry.

It had been two days since Madison had gone missing and so far there had been no sign of the boy whatsoever, no clue as to his whereabouts. All they could find out was that he had left to visit his friends at the hospital, but had never arrived.

He found it hard not to fear the worst and believe that Madison was already dead. But there had been no body found, which he supposed was a good sign.

Zach had questioned everyone possible, driven himself mad with worry about the boy he loved, but he was no closer to finding the answer. He knew who had taken him, the same one that had murdered Jamie and the others- it was too much of a coincidence not to be him.

He sat, at that moment, at his desk at work, staring down at the paperwork he’d been attempting to do for the past hour. He couldn’t concentrate…he hadn’t been able to concentrate since Madison had gone missing and his work was failing as a result. The people are work knew what he was going through, and they accepted it- he just wondered how long it would be before they grew tired of him.

“Hey Zach.”

The blond looked up at the sound of the voice, seeing a man standing in the doorway. He was a colleague, a man who had mentored Zach a lot during his first few years on the force, and the blond considered him a good friend.

“Hey Michael.”

The man crossed the room to stand before the desk, looking down at Zach, his tired eyes, stressed expression and the paperwork piled on his desk. Wordlessly, he stooped to pick up a bunch of the papers.

“What are you doing?”

Michael smiled. “I’m doing you a favour.”

As he picked up more of the papers, something slipped out from between pages and fluttered to the floor. He bent to pick it up, closing his fingers around a black envelope.

“What’s this?” he asked, laying the envelope on the desk and Zach picked it up, his eyes widening suddenly.

“Of course! I forgot all about it. It was a letter sent to Madison the day before he was kidnapped, dropped off right at his house. I’m sure it was sent by the guy that took him.”

The blond got to his feet, looking up at his friend.

“It probably has fingerprints on it then?” Michael asked and the other nodded. “Then what are you waiting for? We’re gunna find this guy Zach, and you can reunite with the kid and be happy for once.”

“Thanks Michael.”

Zach clapped his friend on the shoulder before running out of the room. He just had to find Madison before it was too late.

Madison lay in the dark for what seemed like forever.

His shoulder was a continuing, dull ache, but it was the pain in his wrist that bothered him more, like the joint was on fire. He knew from the instant he fell that it was broken and his left arm was completely useless.

As each hour past, Madison longed more and more for Zach. He dreamed about being in the man’s arms, lying with him on the bed, so safe and peaceful. He would have given anything to be with the man- he only hoped that in death…there would be a way for them to be together, at least when Zach finally followed him.

It was even harder to get to sleep that night as his injured joints were aching fiercely and he was hungry and incredibly thirsty. He began to wonder if the man was going to kill him by starving him, a long, slow death that would be most excruciating.

Just as he had finally dropped off, the door was yanked open and the figure of the killer loomed in the doorway.

He stood over Madison for some moments, simply watching him sleep peacefully but then he grasped him by the ankle and began to drag him out of the room. Madison, of course, woke instantly and began to struggle, kicking out with his leg, which only sought to make his attacker angrier.

The boy didn’t know where he was being taken, but he was being dragged harshly along the dusty floors, the dirt collecting on the dress he wore and going up his nose to make him sneeze.

Eventually, the man stopped before a door and pushed it open to reveal a bathroom.

The floor was tiled in black and white with a dark, red mat that was rather moth eaten. The killer dragged Madison across to the bath, a white, porcelain tub that was slightly larger than normal, and then let him go.

As the man turned on the taps and water began to run into the bath, Madison looked up at him, wondering just what he was up to.

“You’re dirty,” the brunette spat out, glaring down at the boy. “I’m going to clean you. I’m disappointed in you, my Queen…I would have thought you would put up more of a fight. But it’ll be okay. It will all be over soon.”

The boy found the words to be chilling and he couldn’t stop the involuntary shiver that ran through him.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked weakly and the man just laughed.

“Because I love you of course. You’re my Queen, but how you’ve led your life is wrong. I need to cleanse you…and death is the ultimate way to make you clean. Then we can be together.”

“But I don’t even know you…”

“Just because we’ve never met,” the killer began, bending down to grasp Madison’s chin, “Doesn’t mean I don’t know all about you. I’ve been watching you for a long time, my Queen, just waiting for a good moment for me to have you.”

“Then why did you have to kill the others? Why Jamie?”

A smirk spread across the brunette’s face. “I had to have things to amuse me until I could find you. I almost wasn’t going to kill your friend…but the mood struck me.”

“He was the best friend I ever had,” Madison whispered, his eyes turning away from the man’s, “he meant everything to me.”

“You don’t need anyone else!” the brunette suddenly shouted, backhanding the boy around the face so hard he fell on his side. “I’m the only one you need now.”

When he pulled Madison up, there was a trail of blood down his chin from one side of his mouth and he leaned down to lick it off slowly. Their eyes met for a few moments, the killer’s amused ones to Madison’s afraid, then the man straightened up to turn off the taps, announcing that the bath was ready.

The boy expected to be told to take off his clothes, but the brunette simply grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him up to the edge of the bath, shoving his head until he was looking over the water.

“I made it just the right temperature,” the man told him before suddenly pushing on his head, thrusting it beneath the surface of the water.

The shock was so sudden that Madison instantly bucked against the hold, expelling his breath before he meant to. He could feel the breath bubbling up around him, his eyes stinging from the water and his chest began to hurt with the desperation to pull air into his lungs.

He began to think that the man meant to kill him, he was holding him under for so long, but eventually the hand yanked back, pulling him out of the water.

Madison dragged in a large, gasping breath, the water dripping down his face and from his hair down onto his back. He was barely given time to take a few breaths before his head was pushed into the water again, shoved so deep he was forced up onto his knees.

The second time, the man held him under longer until he could feel his life slipping away and his consciousness fading. It was only just in time when the killer pulled him out and his head lolled to one side, his body completely limp.

“Think you’re clean yet?” the man asked, a manic grin plastered on his face.

Madison could barely hold his head up and he forced his eyes open with some effort, staring up at the man. He didn’t have the energy to speak, but his eyes said what he couldn’t, telling the man he wasn’t ready to give in. True, he was afraid, but it dawned on him that fear was pointless. Fear wasn’t going to help him. Fear was going to drag him down to depths where he could never recover.

He finally understood why Jamie had been so strong in his last hours- because he had to be. If he let fear control him, there was no chance, but while he still had fight in him, there was hope. It was the part of him that Jamie had given him- the strength to go on living.

Madison mustered all his strength and suddenly spat in the man’s face, watching it slide down his chin. The look on his face was as black as thunder and it was hard to quell the fear.

“It seems you haven’t had enough,” the killer growled, pushing the boy’s head beneath the water for a third time.

The third time didn’t seem so long, but afterwards Madison was grabbed by the hair and dragged out of the room, down towards the bedroom. There he was thrown on the bed and then the brunette was on him, pinning him down with all his strength and fumbling angrily with the dress to get it pushed up over Madison’s hips.

“I’ll show you what I do to boys who don’t play nice,” the man growled, yanking angrily on the boy’s underwear. The fabric dug into his skin and he was sure there would be angry welts there later on but that thought seemed to matter little as his underwear was thrown across the room, leaving him bare from the waist down, exposed to whatever the sadistic killer wanted to do to him.

He grasped Madison’s injured wrist and yanked, pulling a cry of pain from him as he aggravated the shoulder joint also. The man was angry. All he could think about was making the boy beneath him hurt, not caring how he did it.

Madison was too weak to struggle as he was flipped over onto his front and pressed into the mattress. The killer’s hand moved to his neck, forcing his face down into the sheets where he almost suffocated on the dusty fabric.

“Just kill me,” he finally rasped out as the brunette shoved his legs apart, digging nails into his flesh hard enough to break the skin. “Just kill me and get it over with…I’m tired of playing your games.”

He was answered by a low chuckle.

“Your death will come soon, my Queen. I just intend on making your last living hours as fun as possible. I can do this to your corpse after you’re dead…but it won’t be the same. I like my fucks to have a little life in them.”

He grunted as he shifted into position then fumbled with his own fly, tugging it down with impatient fingers. He didn’t bother with preparation, just penetrated the boy in one long thrust, revelling in the cry of agony.

“This is what you deserve,” he grunted, feeling the blood beginning to slide down the boy’s legs between them. It also sought to lubricate his entry, making it easier for him to thrust into the prone form before him. “You’ve been bad, my Queen. So dirty…letting all those men use you for money. You should never sleep with them…not while you belong to me.”

“I don’t belong…to you,” Madison choked out, fighting not to pass out from the pain. It hurt even more than when the man had raped him in the woods, at least that one hadn’t been a sadistic killer with murder on his mind. The brunette wasn’t small either, the width of his cock had been too much, tearing up his fragile insides worse than ever before.

“Yes you do…yes….yes…”

The killer pressed the boy’s face into the sheets once more as he rode him, enjoying the sight of the body laid before him, too weak to fight. He had been watching Madison for a long time, constantly imagining him how he was at that moment.

His fingers found the cuts he’d made with his nails and he dug into them harshly, tearing them wider, bathing the boy’s thighs in crimson blood. He enjoyed the feel of tearing the flesh and he spread his palm through the blood until it was stained bright red then brought it to his mouth to taste his prize.

It looked beautiful as he spread it across the tops of Madison’s buttocks, the bright crimson a contrast to the soft, white flesh.

“You are too beautiful for words,” he gasped, caught up in the sensations of the blood and the boy’s body tight around him. “It makes me sick to think of those…others that haven’t…ugh….appreciated your body like I do.”

The killer got his hands under Madison’s hips to move him into a better position where he could slide in deeper than before. It was bliss, a bliss that was only heightened by the agony of the boy before him.

“You’re going to look beautiful covered in your own blood,” the brunette whispered, leaning down closer to Madison as he felt himself nearing his end. “I decided on a different death to you, more worthy than those pawns that came before you.”

It was the boy’s whimper of pain that sent him over the edge and he came deep within Madison’s body, gripping his thighs so tight his fingers hurt.

The boy lay limply on the bed after he had pulled out and he cleaned up before stuffing his cock back into his pants and moving to grab Madison. There was no resistance as he dragged the weak figure back to the closet and shoved him inside and he saw that when the boy had slumped against the coats that he was unconscious.

“Yes…I have a fitting death for you,” he whispered, trailing his eyes over the prone form, “A death worthy of a Queen.”

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