When the Sun Hits Chapter 11: Kill or Be Killed
I would also like to say I have been trying to stay as realistic as I can get it regarding Eddie’s darlings pregnancy. Some women do not show at 3 months let alone 1. As you can tell, I have done my research over the years as I really enjoy the concept (wow captain obvious) and I have seen many different pregnant people and how they look through the trimesters, I have seen them be very small for a while, and I’ve seen some that easily show at 1 month, it is different for everyone, but in this case, she starts showing at 1 month in. The Walrider also has caused some accelerated features. I just want to clarify if anyone who did not know is confused or unaware :)
Also this was written while in writing block, i tried
Every day that goes by, I see the eagerness in his eyes over our children. I think it nearly drives him insane. I know what he has done to get to this point with me. I have seen him mutilate and kill who gets in our way. He killed for me. He killed for us. He killed for our unborn. He killed others just so he could have the gift of providing for me.
Some stalker of the sort who has been watching our house for the past week or so got caught by him last night.
When I was relaxing on the front porch at night, the wannabe intruder came at me. What they didn’t know was that right behind the corner from where I sat was Eddie, sitting a glass down on the small table next to me, hidden from view to the stalker. I didn’t see it coming, it was too dark. Eddie saw it before me. He pounced before the pursuant and lifted them up by the neck, choking them. Reluctant to kill him on the front porch, Eddie continued to choke them out and brought him inside the house. Good thing Trager was inside as this went down. They dragged him down to the basement, with me following close behind, Eddie looking back at me every two seconds to make sure I was unharmed as the person at his disposal was going in and out of consciousness. With such power, Eddie threw them against the concrete wall of the dark corner of our basement, where Trager had a little “set up” going, where the original homeowners met their maker. Trager walked over and held him still so Eddie could stab the fuck out of him with the nearest knife. Blood spewed all over Eddie’s white collared shirt, staining it in warm, red gore. Trager took over with the mutilating, as Eddie quickly turned towards me and clutched me in his arms. Blood from his hair dripped onto my forehead, falling down my face.
“Oh my god, are you okay? Tell me you’re okay?!” Eddie yelped, releasing me from his clutches and holding me by both my shoulders. Knowing what that guy was going to try and do to me made me feel no remorse. That was our first Florida man encounter.
Before I could answer, Trager yelled out while kicking him in, “Who sent this bitch? The fuck!”
“Whoever did won’t get close. Darling, no need to worry, I will protect you and our baby, I have it all together…” Eddie said.
Arthur came running down the stairs in shock as he realized what was going on. He just watched.
Trager bent down to the victim, barely even there. “I’m keeping you alive, buddy. There is so much for you to take, I need a new experiment, and you are recruited!”
Eddie left Rick to his shenanigans, and walked me back upstairs.
The guy was stupid, bringing his wallet with him when he failed in his attempts of doing awful things to me. What was in the wallet has us covered for a month, even though we are completely fine money wise, the OG owners were loaded.
Now it is the morning after that fresh murder.
Eddie sat me down in front of the fireplace to keep me warm, “Baby, I…I am…sorry for what you had to see…last night…”
“You kept me safe, that is all that matters, my love.” I replied.
He bent his body by the waist down to be closer to me. “No one else is coming for us…I made sure of it. Never.”
Trager unquestionably tortured the answers to that question out of the fucked up guy in our basement.
Eddie thankfully washed up after the incident last night, no more gory shirt. He now wore a clean orange sweater. Even in Florida, the house can get pretty cold, because the majority of the walls are made of cobblestone. He mainly wears them so he can keep me warm and snuggly when he cuddles me in it.
“Darling, later today, I want to take you out and about. I noticed that…some of the clothes you have…are getting…a little uncomfortable. I can’t have that.”
I haven’t left the house in a while, and I need some more fresh clothes.
“Oh, yeah,” I laugh. “I kinda do need some new clothes.”
“Kinda? Darling, I will buy you all the beautiful clothing you want.”
I blush.
Later in the afternoon, Eddie and I head off to go to the mall. It isn’t too far from our home, and I let Eddie drive because he finally caught the hang of it again, no wonder, his brain is no longer mush from being around the Walrider and forcibly put into dream states… Luckily, the mansion already had 3 elegant cars parked in the garage. Eddie claimed the vintage but preserved 1968 red Cadillac convertible for himself. He is so handsome in an old time white dress shirt for the shopping occasion, a sleeve garter on both his upper arms, dress pants and shoes, and suspenders…I’m thinking about blowing him while he drives, but I would rather not crash. He always dresses like this, and the occasional cute sweater, or plain t-shirts he wears to bed.
After arriving at the mall, we held hands and ventured around. The mall was decorated in some Halloween decor, my favorite time of the year. As we continued on, eventually we found Victoria’s Secret. Eddie was a little bit appalled seeing the ads outside the windows, but he eased up when I explained to him the point of the store. Victoria’s Secret was originally a store targeted at men to not feel embarrassed buying lingerie for their wife/girlfriend. Now he gets it. He gave me the bedroom eyes as we walked in, refusing to look at any pictures of other women, just me. We looked around for a while, but I decided to get some bride themed lingerie as well as a lot of new panties. Plus more bras, I had literally one since this whole thing happened, the original one I wore to Mount Massive Asylum…it got fucked up and it was no longer pretty, and plus, I went up a cup size anyway. Also picked out some regular clothes too, like sweatpants and shirts.
After checking out our items, he looked at me smirking as if he was imagining me in the lingerie right now. I suggested another store we could go to, even more provocative than Victoria’s Secret…Spencer’s.
The only way I am even getting him one foot in there is if I tell him what I want directly and why.
“Hey, can we maybe…go in there?” I said, pointing to Spencer's.
“Yes, darling, but it looks…vulgar from here…”
“I will warn you, there are a lot of things that you might not like in there, but I just want one thing, for us.”
“Oh, for you, darling, I can endure.” He gripped my hand tighter.
We made it inside the Spencer’s. His eyes were scanning everything in the room, open wide in some shock. Once he saw the first thing provocative, he turned his head to me again. I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable for long, so I led him back to where I wanted to look. There was more lingerie on the back wall, but that wasn’t what I was intending to buy. He noticed the entirety of the infamous back wall of Spencer’s. I looked at some of the bondage stuff, feeling the texture of each different pair of handcuffs. He noticed what I wanted.
“Oh, darling, that is what you want?”
Ever since I saw the remains of ropes tied to a contraption on a saw table meant for tying someone up in, it kinda did something to me.
I giggled and looked at him, too shy to even say yes.
“You want me to tie you up, is that it?”
How he has to look down at me to meet my eyes is making me go insane.
“So I can’t get away, ever.” I said.
“You would never try.” That is true. “I will do whatever you ask me to, darling. I like how you think.”
Confidently, he placed two pairs of leather handcuffs, a collar, thigh garters with a pair of sexy thigh highs, and a leash on the counter in front of the cashier. He held me close, looking at me and at them, proud to show me off to anyone who sees me. His intimidating stare at the cashier while they checked us out made them shiver, and they got it done as soon as their hands could complete the transaction.
We walked out of the mall and to the car with one thing in our minds - depraved carnal sex.
By the time we got back to our home, the sun was setting behind it. Trager was sitting at the dining room table by himself eating some tomato soup.
Trager looked at us but mostly at Eddie. “Oh, hey, you both are back now. How was your first shopping spree since being locked up, buddy?” He noticed the Spencer’s bag. “Buddy, buddy, buddy…what’s in the bag, huh?”
Eddie snapped back, “Nothing for you to see.”
“Aw, no fun for me. Damn.”
Eddie dragged me out of there and upstairs to our room. He closed the door behind us. He sat the bags down and sat down next to me on the edge of the bed. “He pisses me off. That whore always wants in on our sex life.”
I nudge my head against his shoulder. “It’s ok. I am an open book, so what if he hears us bang?”
I start to unpack the bags, “I have to wash all the lingerie first, then you can see me in it, love.”
“No darling, let me do that for you. I can’t have you doing much more strenuous activity today.” He grabbed my face and kissed me softly. “Wait here, I will go put them in the wash.”
The laundry room is near where Trager has that guy locked up, it's better for him than me to go do the wash now anyway.
I laid spread across our bed as I waited. I fantasize about what we have done in this bed. I noticed the honey oil is still on the nightstand, he probably wants me to keep up with that to make my skin stay soft. It might be an hour or two until my lingerie is dry, I might as well just take a shower while I wait. I took my clothes off and grabbed a fresh pair of pajamas and headed into the master bathroom.
When Eddie came back, he came into the bathroom to find me naked sitting on the shower stool letting the water fall onto me.
“Aw, there you are, darling. You are so gorgeous, darling. I finished washing and drying your nightwear, they are dry and on our bed.”
“Thank you so much, Eddie. I love you. I will be out in one second.”
“I can help you.”
He grabs the towel off a hook and opens it up for me, I get up off the stool, turn the shower off and open the steamy glass door to find Eddie waiting for me. He wraps it around me and we go to sit on the bed. We sit side by side and he brushes my hair for me. He wants to do all the work, which I adore about him.
“Your hair is so beautiful, I love brushing it for you, darling. I also will dry it for you, can’t let you or our little one catch a chill.” Once he finished getting the knots out, he went into the bathroom to bring back a hairdryer.
He plugged it into an outlet next to my nightstand. As he blew it dry, I smiled at him.
I am so happy with where I am now, where my life has taken me. Before Mount Massive, I wasn’t a mess exactly, but I had to fill the empty parts of myself by helping others and making people laugh. But to completely fill it, I needed a new obsession, a new drug, a new addiction. That is where Eddie fits into this. He has the same obsession as me - love and intimacy. We fit together like puzzle pieces, our ideals, wants, and needs fit each other’s. I haven’t had to fight for him yet. I suspect I will have to at some point… I won’t allow any distractions near him. I know how he is, he loves me and me only, his actions prove it one hundred percent. I still won’t let any sluts near him. He is still looking for a job, but is mostly focusing everything onto me. I am happy with wherever he goes or does, but both of us are still cautious of others. He thinks I am sweet and innocent, which is true (to a degree), but I think everyone hides a dark part of themselves inside. Truth is, if anyone got in the way of my perfect life, I would either manipulate them out of my life, or kill them. I am not yet a murderer, but if it comes to that and I need to fight for him or our baby, I would. I won’t let anyone or anything ruin my happy ending.