I hesitated to ask the question I've been meaning to ask her since we met. "Why don't you want to be with me?" She turned to me then, shocked that I would ask such a thing out of nowhere. My face was serious and Molly's became uncomfortable. "Please don't do this," she said as she shifted her gaze away from me. My tone was cold as I responded. "I need to know. Tell me what's wrong with me." She looked as if she didn't even know the answer, but she gave one anyway. "It's just that-! Ugh, it's not like I don't notice all the things you do for me. You show more interest in me than any man I've ever met, your eccentric side can be exciting at times, and I can't say I haven't noticed your body, but I-! You're clearly mentally unstable!"
Ouch. That hurt a lot more than I thought it would, even though I fully expected it. She continued with a quieter voice as if she noticed how harsh that sounded. "I like you, Kane. But, I like you in a best friend sort of way. I don't know whether it's because you're schizophrenic, or that you're silly all the time, but I just can't picture... you know, anything more than friendship between us." Erin then commented, 'I believe that translates to, you're crazy and don't have a dick in my mind.' Mary tried to lighten the blow of Erin's remark as she often did by saying, 'I think what he means to say is, you haven't shown her anything other than your obsessive and fun side. So, maybe she got the idea that you wouldn't be able to satisfy her in the sexual aspects of a relationship.'
I didn't answer them to prevent myself from looking even crazier than Molly thought I was. My face held little expression as I responded to her. "So, you think I can't be a man?" Her face jumped from uncomfortable to panic. "I didn't say that! I mean, I don't see you as someone I can be romantically interested in because of the way you act, but that doesn't mean I'm saying you're not a man." I moved closer to her and lowered my voice. "Then, you think I'll act the same way I do for a lover as I would a friend?" She hesitated. "Wait, are you saying you're not already treating me like a lover?"
My eyes dug into hers as I leaned closer. "Of course not. You have told me you want to be friends, so I've been doing my best to respect that. Allow me to show you what it would be like if I treated you like a lover instead." I then forcefully grabbed her by the neck and pulled her to my lips. My mouth wrapped around hers, consuming her sweet flavor and tugging at her lips with my teeth. She made muffled noises of protest, but she surrendered and fell into me after only a few seconds. Her hands gripped my shirt as if to hold on, and I ran my hands up and down her body so passionately that she lost her breath. I didn't let her come back up for air and pulled her in by the curve of her spine.
I remembered that feeling I experienced when we first hugged each other and thought about how it couldn't even compare to this. Every fiber of my being came alive and shone so bright that I couldn't contain it. I held her into me desperately and pulled her onto my lap so I could touch more of her. I've known what it was like to be addicted to drugs, but this was on a whole other level. Her soft skin was like an angel's and I reached up her shirt so I could run my fingers up her back. I couldn't get enough and as soon as her mouth opened again, I forced my tongue to the back of her throat. Her whole body shivered, and a muffled moan escaped her as I connected our mouths just as I wanted so badly to connect our bodies.
I fucked her mouth with my tongue and drove her body wild with warmth. She grabbed at me, desperate for me to spare her from falling into the madness I had, but I continued to kiss and tug at her lips. I became so overwhelmed from finally being able to touch her like this that my mind became fuzzy. I suddenly flung her underneath me, and she gasped before I grabbed a hold of her lips again. I wasn't going to let go of her. Not now. Not when touching her felt better than anything I could've imagined. I didn't even think about how she wasn't trying to stop me anymore and ravaged her until our clothes became tangled messes on our bodies.
My hands went up her back again, but this time they took her shirt with them. As the material rose from her body, I was filled with lust and anticipation. All of a sudden, a voice broke through the fuzziness that clouded my mind. 'Take her. You need release.' The sound of the fifth voice made me pull away from Molly with shock. I hadn't heard it in such a long time that I had nearly forgotten it. I immediately moved off of her, afraid that I might be controlled to do something horrible to her if I stayed close enough. Molly sat up from the couch after me with a little wooziness in her gaze before returning to her senses.
I felt embarrassed as I saw the messy state her clothes were in after I had nearly torn them off. I was relieved that I was able to stop myself before I lost Molly's trust in me but still felt like I had run into the biggest cock block of my life. I was pissed that I couldn't at least have seen a boob before coming to. "Sorry. I got a little carried away there," I said as I avoided looking at her. Her face was coated in a layer of blush as she seemed to have forced herself to answer. "I-it's okay. I'm um, going to go to my room now." She speedily zipped away until I heard her bedroom door shut swiftly.
I couldn't help but wonder whether she was doing what I thought she was doing in there. 'Why in the actual fuck did you stop?!' Erin screamed. 'She was into it!! We were so close to Pussytown, but no! You just had to take the wrong exit to Blue Ball Junction!!' I exhaled a small laugh at his ridiculousness. "I had to. That voice spoke to me again." Erin scoffed and I could easily picture him rolling his eyes as he did, if he had any. 'This again! Don't you think we'd know if there are more than four of us in here?!' John seemed torn as he joined the conversation. 'It was strange that we were not there the night that you killed an island's worth of zombies, but Erin does have a point. If there is a fifth voice, why is it that we cannot hear them?' I shook my head, slowly. "I don't know. All I know is, it wants me to hurt people."