“I gotta hand it to you—as blind as I’ve been, it must have seemed like I’d fall for your bullshit ‘suicide’ note. I might have, if I hadn’t called her the other day and told her not to move out. I told her I wanted to talk to her. We didn’t talk long… I didn’t really know what I wanted to say yet. I mean, what do you say to someone you’ve treated so badly? Guess it doesn’t matter now.
“So when I found her where you left her, I had to wonder… why, when things were about to turn around for her, would she do something like that? And why the ham-fisted note all but pleading for me to take you back? At first, I was like… no, Ashley wouldn’t do that. She’s a lot of things, but a murderer? No way.”
As her eyes started rolling back in her head, he let up again, letting her drink in a few gulps of air before pulling her back down. She didn’t even manage to get a word in this time.
“Then I thought back, remembered the gleam in your eye when you got to take someone down a peg, the way you got crazy horny after I let you hurt or humiliate someone. The things you made me do…” He stopped himself. “No, you didn’t ‘make me.’ I chose it. I gotta live with that. Just like you gotta live with your actions.”
Blink blink.
“So once I realized what you’d done, I just had to take some time to think about what should happen to you. How exactly does one bring justice to Ashley Vandoren? I thought maybe I could find a nice sex slave ring—not the cushy kind, like what we put Emily through—the kind where you wish your dad was Liam Neeson because otherwise you’re going to be sitting in a little room drugged out of your mind and fucked by an endless stream of strangers until you’re dead.”
She squeezed her eyes shut fiercely on each blink.
“Yeah, but then I figured I wouldn’t even know how to find one of those, and even if I did, seems like I’d have a hard time living with myself just letting them get on with business, so… that was out. I figured I could just pimp you out around campus—I don’t need the money, but we could turn that sweet mouth of yours into a scholarship fund for the needy. There are some frats around here that’d pay good money to run a train on you, I bet, and no shortage of homely nerds who’d pay top dollar to have you fuck and suck them like it was your mission in life.”
Blink blink. Still committed to pleasuring him, Ashley somehow pushed herself down still further on his cock, several inches planted in her snug throat. In spite of himself, the bitch was actually getting him close. She was just that gifted.
“But no, you might enjoy that too much, slut that you are. So I just brain-stormed for a while. All kinds of crazy things came to mind —selling you to an ex-boyfriend who’s got it out for you, corporal punishment… hell, I even thought about bringing back the stockades at one point, let the whole campus get a good look at Ashley Vandoren naked and helpless, let them abuse you however they see fit.”
Blink blink. She moaned around his tip, working her tongue in a frenzy. DJ wanted a blowjob, and even if he was plotting how best to destroy her, she just had to tolerate it.
“But then just earlier today I realized… I’m guilty too. So who… am I… to… JUDGE?”
DJ squirted right down her throat, emptying his balls. He hadn’t meant to, but she really was just too good. When he was good and drained, he relinquished his grip and she fell back to the floor, the both of them panting.
“I didn’t do anything!” she cried, then had to stop to catch her breath again. “DJ, you have to let me go—I’m innocent, I swear!”
He looked down at her. Half-naked, his cum dribbling down her chin from where she’d coughed some of it up, breasts heaving as her lungs fought to recover. As far as he could tell, this was the sum total of her—a big-titted cocksucker who never stopped thinking exclusively of herself. In that moment, he felt all those instincts roaring back, wanted to do all those horrible things he’d said and others he hadn’t. To let her be degraded and humiliated and isolated the way she’d done to Emily.
The way they’d both done to Emily.
“I am letting you go,” he said, pulling his pants back on. He tried to ignore her sigh of relief. “Of course, the deputies I called who’re waiting down the hall aren’t likely to be feeling as merciful, since I convinced them you were worth investigating.”
“Wait what! You called the police!”
“Well, since you’re innocent, I’m sure they won’t find anything, right? I’m sure the tox-screen on Emily won’t turn up anything. Certainly no traces of pills—or poison or however you incapacitated her—that they’ll find around your room, right? None of your fingerprints on her body, no blade you used to cut her open? Nothing like that, right?”
She looked down. “They don’t check for those kinds of things with a suicide.”
“Yeah, I bet they don’t. Just another broken-hearted college girl, some poor slut with nobody who loved her who couldn’t handle life on her own. If only she had somebody who could push them into taking a closer look.”
“DJ, no… you can’t. Please. I’ll do anything—anything you want.”
“You’d do that anyway, Ashley. You’d thank me for letting you almost suffocate yourself on my cock just now, if I wanted you to. Wouldn’t you.”
“I… do you? Want me to?” He just gave her a long look. “Um, thank you, DJ.”
He shook his head wryly. “C’mon, get dressed. I don’t want them to drag you out of the building in your underwear. These folks have seen enough of your naked body for this lifetime.”
Realizing he wasn’t budging, and unable to push him to do otherwise, she sullenly found a pair of jeans and eased into them. “But DJ, you weren’t any better to her than I was. Are we really so different? Maybe I… took it farther, but she’d have killed herself anyway without you. You broke that little whore’s head in epic fucking fashion, you know.”
Ashley trembled at the effort it took to manage that much brutal honesty with him, and she looked like she might be sick. He’d come to appreciate how hard—usually impossible—such a task was, and was almost impressed.
“You’re right,” he said. “I didn’t kill her, but if I’d just left her alone, she’d still be alive right now.”
“You’re guilty of a bundle of crimes as big as my left tit, asshole,” she said bitterly. “You turning yourself in too?”
“No. And for two reasons. The first is that there would be no point. You think a jury would convict me? A judge sentence me? I could make them, maybe, but then why not save the taxpayers a dime, skip the trial and go straight to prison and make them prepare a cell for me. A cell they’d let me walk right back out of whenever I wanted, surrounded by guards and inmates who’d never think of hurting me. Prison would be a bad diet and lumpy mattress for me. Would that I could say the same for you.”
“I didn’t do anything,” Ashley protested, but she wasn’t even trying to sound convincing any more.
“See, and that’s the second reason. We’ve both used people, damaged them. Some of it probably beyond what we could ever fix even if we tried. You knew full well what you were doing all along, and you never pulled punches. Even now, with Emily—our Emily—cold and dead, you’re only worried about yourself.
“But I thought I wasn’t doing any harm, just having some casual fun that nobody minded. When I realized I was hurting people, all I wanted to do was stop. Go back and make things right, or as right as I could. Ashley, you have no idea the satisfaction it would bring me to punish you in equal measure to all the harm you’ve done—but that’s not the point. It can’t just be about what I want—it has to be about them. For Emily, she and the people who cared about her deserve to know what happened, and to have you brought to justice is the only way I can do that for them. So that’s what I’m going to do.”