Pandora's Box

CHAPTER 13

Jaden

It seems that until I was three or four years old, I was terrified whenever I saw an insect and would scream uncontrollably until my mother picked me up and the drama ceased.

Things changed as I grew up, and over time I discovered I had some sadistic tendencies. I started to enjoy killing them all, even ants, though I knew they did no harm. Whenever I saw a gathering of insects, the first thing I did was jump on them. I loved knowing I had taken their lives.

That I was in control of something.

That's why the way Pandora starts to cry, secretly, next to me, brings me a sick joy. She fully deserves it.

She failed the test.

I tried to find out how "desperate" she is for boys. I can't lie, I was left with a bitter taste in my mouth when she continued to converse with me on that fake account.

Does she do this with all boys?

So I abandoned the original plan with the pool. I replaced it with one that would ruin her Saturday and make her feel horrible. Like me.

I wanted to beat up the boy she was talking to, even though it was me. I was jealous of myself.

I calmed myself down, thinking I could make her pay after having a mental breakdown in which I punched all the walls in my room.

But my satisfaction regarding Pandora's complete humiliation vanished suddenly when some damn boys started whistling at her. And staring at her butt, which, admittedly, looks amazing.

I shouldn't have blamed them, I was a hundred times more excited than they were. It started the moment she fell to the ground, practically presenting her butt to me, as she herself said.

I'm like a dog that found its favorite bone. I can't get enough, I'm one step away from jumping on her. But my own pride won't let me. I want HER to beg me, to pull at me. Like all women do, actually.

She should give in at some point. They all do. It's enough for me to look at them and smile. It doesn't even take a week before they start offering themselves.

To be honest, I even thought about forcing her for a moment when I was at "Shadow Hospital." Although that would have meant, practically, raping her. And I've never done anything like that.

On Monday, I asked Travis if he would mind if I had a little fun with his sister. He said I could do whatever I want, but I don't think he had sex in mind. He probably thought I would terrorize her, as he knows I usually like to do. He warned me not to leave any visible marks.

The guy doesn't want to have problems with his mother. Personally, I couldn't care less what his mom thinks of me.

I changed my mind at the last moment when I was on that roof. So, I made up that stupid game to force her to spend more time with me, luring her into my trap.

I wanted her to come to me, like all the girls do. I didn't want to make an exception to my rules. I've never chased and don't plan to chase any girl. I know I look very good and have a lot of pride. She'll give in soon, I assure myself.

"Please, let me go. I can't take it anymore!" I hear her voice begging me.

I almost snap then. I want nothing more than to pull her towards me. To touch her white, creamy skin, which is all visible.

And the fact that she's undressed next to the church almost makes me lose my mind.

"You're not going anywhere," I laugh in her face.

She stands up, and because I'm so desperate to touch her, I fully take advantage of the opportunity.

I grab her hand and pull her back onto the bench. She lands with a hiss, her gaze darting in all directions. Her cheeks are colored in a delicious shade of red.