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A spasm flickers inside my cunt. Oh fuck. “You mean… here?”

He kneels between my legs and pushes my dress up to my waist. “Yes. In this place of death and rebirth.” He slides my panties off and spreads my thighs. “Now, I’m going to baptize you with my tongue.”

He peels my pussy lips back and licks me from taint to clit. Over and over again like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk. I thrust the bloody knife into the coffee table, using it as an anchor. I squeeze the hilt for dear life as Punk flicks against my clit then back down my slit again.

“Fuck,” I cry out. “Why does that feel so good? Fuck.”

“Shhh, let me sanctify you,” he coos as he continues to stimulate every nerve in my pussy with just the flat of his tongue. He pinches my pussy lips back with his tattooed fingers. There is nothing gentle about this. Nothing sweet. It’s raw and carnal.

My hips buck as my orgasm ignites deep inside my core and spreads like wildfire. I cum hard, screaming as I shatter and squirt all over his tongue. He laps ferociously at my cream, like a rabid animal who’s been starved for days. I grind into his mouth, stretching out every agonizing spasm while the corpse of my monster lies bloody beside me.

My heart beats so fast I can barely breathe. Punk pulls me upright. “And from the ashes, she rises, glorious, transformed, and full of fire.” He kisses the lips of my plastic doll mask.

I wrap my arms around his neck. Something has changed in me. Altered. It’s a high unlike any other. “I would die a thousand deaths to feel this way again.”

He grins back at me. “Let’s play a new game then. Who else has hurt you, pretty girl?”

I push my mask up and gasp. He’s giving me another gift. “My ex. After I destroyed my knee, I caught him fucking the girl who took my place on the dance team. He dumped me a few days after I lost my scholarship. He said I wasn’t useful to him anymore.”

Punk’s eyes darken. A flicker of hunger, disease, and amusement contort his features. “Let’s go. I can’t wait to meet him.”

I throw my arms around him again and sigh against his chest. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He holds two fingers to my lips, and I obey without hesitation. I don’t need words to know what he wants. When I open my mouth, he presses down on my tongue and slides his fingers to the back of my throat.

“You will never be without me, pretty girl… Every Jack must have his Jill.”

I gag on his fingers as we lock eyes. We are fated. Star-crossed lovers destined to find each other. Like Romeo and Juliet. Except instead of dying for love…

We kill for it.