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GHOST

S he fucked him.

She fucking fucked him.

I fucked her and came inside her, but she fucked him .

I knew she would always choose him, just like she did before, but I never thought she would do it so carelessly, that she’d allow him to see her tears after so many years of telling me that no one else could see her vulnerable. But she begged him to love her when he doesn’t. No one has ever loved her like I do.

Did.

I did love her. I loved the version of her that wasn’t a lying fucking bitch.

Delilah stretches out in the bed, and I have to force my hands not to move as I stand beside her with my knife in my hand while her fingers get closer to the body beside her.

That’s what the dead are called. They lose their names and become a body only. That’s what he— Asher —is all because of her and her brows twitch as her fingers inch closer to the wet spot on the sheets.

I’ve spent months in the dark without human interaction or a fucking meal, so this is nothing as the muted moonlight shines into her den of fucking lies.

The twitching increases as the liquid coats her hand and her lashes flutter. She turns, seeking that motherfucking cunt out. Her eyes don’t open fully straightaway, and she doesn’t notice me. But when they do, I smile. Her scream pierces the air, it vibrates around the room, and she pushes backward as she lies face to…

Well, not face because the fucker having his eternal sleep beside her doesn’t have one.

“Asher!” she cries and her back hits my thighs as she freezes and mumbles to herself, “It’s just a nightmare.”

There’s no need for me to be courteous and keep the lights off and my blood-soaked glove flips the switch on the clean wall. Delilah turns, still naked, and squints as the overhead lights blind her with her tears already free, and I hate that she still has control of my dick. I grab her face and lean over her as she whimpers.

“You. Fucked. Him,” I grit, getting closer until we’re nose to nose.

She pales as I turn her head to look at the prick. His nasal cavity is exposed, and I was nice enough to cover the fucker’s eyeballs with the flap of his remaining forehead that’s peeled away from the bone. She let him bury his face between her thighs, taste her, and fuck her after I told her she belongs to me. She fucking chose him again. There’s a long deep line from the pit of his neck to where his nasty dick was and I push two fingers between the parted flesh. Blood coats the black latex gloves and I use it to write what she is on her forehead.

M I N E

Her fight comes out around her cries as she punches my elbow. “GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” Her nails are next as she tries to pry the ski mask off my face.

My fingers tighten around her jaw, and I push her into the headboard as a roar builds in my chest. “You are fucking mine. Mine. No one else’s. Look at you, you’re a fucking whore and you have dried cum on your thighs. You should be fucking happy I still want your used cunt.”

Sobs overtake her and her bottom lip wobbles as she stutters, “Y-you kil—killed him.”

Blood streaks her face as I grab her cheeks and mimic, “Y-you ki—killed him, boo-fucking-hoo.”

I still haven’t righted her wrong and death isn’t an issue or a turn off, it’s the opposite, making my dick harder with the smell of blood in the air.

I flip her on her stomach and her face smacks off the dead cunt’s ribs. She kicks back as she screams while swiping at her face. It only smudges the blood on her as more pools against the bed. White streaks are the first fucking thing I see as I pull her thighs apart. My palm slams against her ass hard enough to leave an imprint behind as I seethe, “Filthy fucking whore.”

I slap down again, this time aiming directly on her asshole as I muse, “Look at you, all loosened up and ready for me.”

Her foot flies backwards into my knees and I grab her hair to pull her up. Fitting the tip of the bloodied knife to her neck, I give her a warning she doesn’t deserve.

“Be fucking good or I’ll slit your throat and fuck that hole instead.”

She shakes in my hold and I’m kind enough to use the lube on the nightstand instead of going in dry. The plug has been washed and rests beside it, but she’s already been opened up, so I leave it where it is.

Delilah doesn’t try to fight me again as I let her drop and undo my zipper. She keeps fucking crying and rests her hand flat against the dead fuck’s chest as she apologizes.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorr?—”

I cut her off and push my hand flat against the back of her head. Her cheek is pressed just above the incision I made, and she sobs. It’s fucking inconsiderate because it forces me to do everything one-handed as I coat my dick in a mix of lube and blood that’s already staining my hand as I wrap my fingers around my length, and I groan.

I line up at her ass and she clenches. Her hands are still on the dead when I’m a-fucking-live physically. Mentally, I died a long time ago, but I’m the one with a working dick, so I have everything she fucking needs. The sobs are infuriating when they’re not for me and I pull her back onto my dick.

She screams and lies, “Get off me, please.”

Lies.

Lies.

Lies.

That’s all she’s fucking capable of when she’s rocking her hips back, fucking searching for more.

Pulling her up by her hair to sit on her knees, I hold the knife at her throat and bite into her neck. There’s blood on one side of her face, like a mask, and she digs her nails into my forearm.

“I know you love this,” I groan as I thrust up, so I’m fully seated in her ass.

The lying fuck shakes her head, spreading her tears everywhere.

Even with the gloves I can feel how soaked she is as I thrust up and push my other hand without the knife between her legs. Fear has always had that effect on her, it’s no different now as she refuses to accept her devious desires and falsely assigns them as a delusion.

“It’s a dream,” she mutters while choking back her moan.

I nod, pausing my thrusts in her ass to push three fingers into her poisonous cunt and I don’t disguise my voice now that her fear has fully taken over.

“Okay, it’s a dream. Count your fucking sheep while I clean your dirty cunt.”

I scissor my fingers inside of her and she clenches her thighs. Pushing them back, I groan at the feeling of my dick inside her. It pains me to remove my fingers from her tight cunt, but I do it and shove them in her mouth. She wraps her lips around the digits and proves she’s nothing but a liar as she sucks.

“Such a whore.” I bite into her shoulder. “My filthy little whore.”

I pull my fingers free and slap the back of my fingers off her nipples. She gasps and groans while I continue biting into any skin I can reach. My marks are going to be on her for a lifetime and I mimic her earlier begging.

“Tell me you love me.”

She shakes her head and continues her bullshit.

“You’re not real.”

I need to fuck her hard, which the current position doesn’t allow for. So I remove the knife pressed against her neck and push her face into the blood pooling against the sheets. Propping my foot on the bed, I wrap her hair around my fist and empty the last quarter of lube over her ass. Blood and my handprint are the only colors on her skin, but she’s going to be as filthy outside as she is inside by the time we’re done.

I fuck her with abandon as her body attempts to slide forward with each thrust. The top of her head is cushioned by the dead cunt, and she sobs as she’s forced to look at Faceless. My arm cocks back and my palm stings from the force of the impact on her ass.

“Who the fuck do you belong to?”

She whimpers at my question. I give her more of my weight until I’m nearly folded over her, and I rest my lips on the side of her head as I fuck her.

Those eyes that captivated me from the first moment I saw them land on me, and she begs, “You’re not real.”

“Koukla mou,” I coo, “I am the only thing that’s real.”

She shakes her head, or tries to, and begs again. “Please, it’s not real, please.”

Her tears are beautiful and I’m not a lying cunt like her, so I don’t say anything as I kiss her cheek and taste her pain. My muscles tighten as she rocks her hips back and I straighten to hold her. My hips slam against her ass, leaving red patches in their wake. Each thrust gets progressively harder, and I become too honest.

“I’ve always loved fucking your ass.”

She moans and doesn’t look away from me so I reward her uncharacteristic loyalty and push my hand under her hips to circle her clit. It doesn’t take long to build her up with all that intoxicating fear running through her veins and I pull out to the tip before snapping my hips forward and watching her ass bounce.

As soon as she’s close to the edge, I remove my fingers from her clit and thread them through her hair at the back of her head. She moans at the bite of pain and screams out in pleasure as I slap her ass again.

I push her forward until her nose is pressed to the dead cunt’s opening on his abdomen. It dulls her screams as I push her head inside the empty cavity I created and fuck her harder. Her ass bounces and she rocks back against me as her screams echo through the dead, the body wobbling and blood staining her hair. The tips are the usual light gold, but the crimson runs down to form a pink fade.

Every chemical in the universe floods through my veins as she rocks forward and I pull her out of the cavity in time to see her red-coated face as I come deep in her ass.

New worlds form in front of my eyes and I fall over her without a single atom’s worth of energy. The blood sticks our skin together and I kiss the back of her head as she screams. Her fingers touch my balls, and I was too fucking lost in the sensation of Delilah to even notice her hand between her legs.

She shudders as she climaxes, her muscles tightening around me, pulling every last drop of cum out of me as I wrap my forearm around her neck and keep kissing the back of her head. Her lashes flutter as I slowly increase the pressure against her windpipe and her weak fingers press into my thighs as she croaks, “Can’t. Breathe.”

I smile into her hair and whisper, “Good.”

She’s always more lightheaded after her ass has been fucked so it doesn’t take long for her to fall limp. It’s one of the reasons she loves it so much. I slowly pull out of her, looking down and watching my cum slip out of her ass.

Perfection.

I lift her off the bed and delicately place her over my shoulder as I whistle and massage the back of her thighs. Her arms dangle and sway as I carry her out of the room, and I don’t bother covering her since we’re still playing.