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Chapter 21

MindFuck

Jameson/The Monster

On Page NonCon/Rape

The mind of a sociopath is truly the scariest place of all, especially when it houses multiple unique personalities that are nothing but ruthless, evil, and depraved. A doctor has never diagnosed me with any type of disorder, and now I’m wondering if maybe something is wrong with me.

The voices started after I killed my mother and have been steadily getting worse over the years. It doesn’t help the abuse my father bestowed upon me, which is what I thought the voices were. My own mind berating myself for never being good enough, and then, when I craved the kill and became The Carver, the voices took my insecurities and turned them into impulsivity.

Now, we have this. I’m not sure how long I’ve been stuck here; more like trapped, and I don’t like it. I’ve never been so scared for the ones I love, and there isn't anything I can do other than remove myself from the equation. I’m a selfish man who can’t live without her or my kids, but this monster inside me is more than just my murderous self. The Carver has been dead for months. I thought I killed him in that institution. I thought I was finally free. Free from the strings that were constantly pulled, but I thought wrong, because this beast inside my head grows angrier and angrier with each passing day as he paces the cage he’s trapped in. Staring at me, growling at me, and when I lose control even for a split second, he takes that chance to rear his ugly head and throw me into his cage. I don’t know what triggered the switch, but now I’m locked up and the only thing I can do is pray that someone will take him out, or at least I can try to find a way to break free.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I taunt, as I sniff the air, trying to catch her sinful scent. I couldn’t wait for those brats to go to bed and for that fucker with the fucked up face to leave. You stay the fuck away from my kids! So help me god! I’ll fucking kill you even if that means killing myself! Do you hear me?

Ignoring the nagging voice, I saw the way she looked at him with want and need in her eyes. Everything in my bones is telling me to kill her, to wrap my hands around her fucking throat and squeeze. Leave her the fuck alone! You touch one hair on her head and I will take you down myself! I smirk. I’m not the one locked up in the cage. He is. This is the first time I’m letting him see the full picture in front of him. Let him feel the rage build behind the metal cage he bangs on. I throw my head back and laugh sinisterly, knowing there isn’t a fucking thing he can do about it. Fuck him! I can't wait to get rid of his pussy ass so I can finally do what I should have done long ago.

“Come on, Little Creature, come out and play with your master,” I command as she runs deeper through the trees. Her dark curls whip along her shoulders as she passes a few trees, nearing the back fence. I hope she rips you to shreds! She knows what to do when the monster appears. Good luck, you miserable fuck!

My Little Creature of the Night looks back at me, our eyes collide causing hers to widen in fear. She trips, giving me the advantage to catch up to her. She’s not yours. I laugh as my body slams into her back. She gasps as she falls to her knees. Wrapping my hand around her hair, I pull her head back to look up at me. “Don’t be frightened, Little Creature, I just want to play with you,” I rasp as she thrashes against my hold.

“Get off me, Jamie. This isn’t funny,” she snaps, trying to pull away from me. I tighten my grip as she yells out into the night. Let her go!

“Your little bitch boy, Jamie, isn’t here right now. I’ve got him locked away where no one will find him,” I spit, pushing her to the ground as she falls on her hands, whipping around to face me. You motherfucker!

“Easy, did you fucking forget I’m pregnant, you fucking prick? Enough with this game. It’s not fun, nor is it sexy,” she spits, as I shove her face into the dirt. She sputters and coughs as she inhales the wet earth. I laugh, lifting her head, only to smash it down again. Come on, Princess. Fight this mother fucker! Kill him! Kill the fucking monster! She kicks out at my shins, causing me to loosen my grip and stumble back. She lifts her body from the ground and stands to her full height, looking at me with murder in her eyes.

“I don’t know what has gotten into you tonight, but if you want to fight, let’s fucking go.” She growls, and I laugh.

“Oh, the Queen of Death finally wants to play. Do you think you can kill me, like you kill everything else you touch?” I spit as her eyes widen and narrow.

“Fuck you, Jameson.” She growls. That's right, Princess. Fuck him up!

“How many times do I need to tell you? Jameson and Jamie are gone. It’s only the Queen of Death and her monster here to play,” I rasp as she swings at me, sending two jabs to my face, causing my head to whip to the side. She pushes against my chest, sending me back into a tree. That’s my girl. Get him! Kill him! I growl, lunging at her, but she swings again, hitting me square in my nose as blood pours down my face. I lick my lips, savoring the taste of blood as I take her down to the ground, slamming her back into the dirt. Grabbing her hands, I pull them over her head as she thrashes beneath me, screaming for help.

“No one will save you this time, Little Creature. You’re mine now,” I taunt, and she continues to fight me. I rip her legs open, holding her thighs down with mine as I undo my jeans and take out my cock. Don’t you fucking touch her! Let her go! It’s me who you want. Kill me! Just leave her alone! Let her go! God damnit!

“Any last words before I rip this sweet cunt into two, then slice your fucking throat? He should’ve done this last year. Finally, I can take the damn trash out.” I roar into the night, slamming my cock into her tight core as her fear permeates the cold night air. Tears pour down her face, and I laugh. “Don’t cry, Queen of Death. Your god is finally here to give you everything you deserve.” I groan, slamming in and out of her. You mother fucker.

“Please Jamie. You’re hurting me. Stop, baby. It hurts too much,” she begs, which only makes me fuck her tight cunt harder. I rip her dress down, pulling at her nipple. She screams at the pain and thrashes beneath me.

“Always so fucking tight.” I moan, picking up my pace as she continues to scream for help.

“I-i thought you loved me. How could you hurt me like this? Stop. Please fucking stop.” She screams, and I wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing. Let her go! Please let her fucking go. Fuck! You motherfucker! Don’t kill her! Fuck! Her eyes widen as her face reddens the harder I pound into her.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum so fucking hard.” I growl, watching as her face turns a deep red and her eyes roll. Footsteps approach and the sound of a gun cocks next to me.

“You said to take the monster down. Here’s your fucking warning.”

Bang, Bang….