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Wrath

Lying under Aurelia’s bed, I wait for her to walk in, ready to strike at the perfect moment, scare the soul right out of that little body and have my way with it.

The second the door creaks open, I brace myself. She flicks the hallway light on and heads straight for the bedroom, already tugging off her clothes as if I’m not about to crawl out like the boogie man and ruin her.

I watch as she kicks off her boots, the thud of each one hitting the floor. Then comes the dress, gloves, dropping one by one, and that’s when something stops inside me.

Blood. Smeared down the silk fabric, dried in thick strokes over the gloves. My eyes narrow, and I lean forward just a little.

Sniff.

Yeah, that’s fucking blood. Fresh, metallic, but not hers.

What the fuck’s she been doing?

I had my own mess to wade through today, didn’t get the time to stalk her pretty ass like I usually would, but now I wish I had. My stare cuts into the dress as she leaves the room, walking off toward the kitchen.

I hear the bathroom door click shut, and I move, quiet, but fast, pulling myself out from beneath the bed with a new kind of intent.

I reach down for the dress, holding it between two fingers, bringing it up to my face.

Blood. Sweat. Cologne. Male. Not me.

The fuck? She’s been killing men?

My jaw tightens, thoughts spiraling, chest burning like acid. Was it one of those bastards on her phone? One of the names I haven’t unalived yet?

My grip on the fabric tightens, brain glitching as I stare blankly at the pile of her mess on the floor, wondering just how deep her darkness goes.

And why the fuck it turns me on even more. Why it makes my balls tight and my dick painfully hard.

I’m not sure how long I’ve been standing there before I shake my head once and drop the dress, the fabric whispering as it hits the floor. My boots make no sound as I turn and slip down the hallway like a ghost, the unmistakable sound of running water reaching my ears.

My gloved hand finds the doorknob, and I twist it slowly. The steam hits me like a wall as I peek around the frame, one eye catching the edge of the shower curtain, draped around the tub, trying to shield herself from my gaze. The same way she tries to hide when I watch her through the window sometimes.

I push the door further, just a fraction and the sink catches my attention first. Dark red droplets speckling the surface like she’s washed herself before she got in.

When I enter fully, I notice the sharp knife that lays on the floor close by, ready to defend herself with, along with a bottle of red wine, opened with half a glass full beside it.

I silently stride toward the bathtub before peeking through a small crack in the curtain. My gaze lands on her immediately, lying in the water, headphones placed over her ears, blocking out the world. Her eyes are closed as she tries to relax to the music, a hum coming out every now and then.

My hungry gaze sweeps over her naked body like a pull I can’t stop. The way her perky tits peek out of the water, nipples stiff and bitable. My cock swells in my jeans and my teeth grind as my hand moves to it, squeezing it to suppress the dull ache building.

I shift, moving to the side of the bath before crouching beside her, wanting to be closer. I gently move the curtain aside with my fingers, making myself known, but she’s none the wiser.

I greedily devour her body up close and focus on her glistening, bare pussy, my gaze lingering far too long. My insanity gnaws at the edges of my mind, a relentless, feral thing, pulling me deeper into its grip.

My eyes flick over to the knife, drawn to its cold gleam before reaching for it. I bite my glove off and press the blade to my palm. Without hesitation, I swiftly slice across it before cutting even deeper, watching as my blood spills out, dripping steadily onto the floor in hypnotic drops. The crimson pool widens beneath me until I lift my hand and dip it into her water.

I don’t move, forcing myself to remain still, to let it saturate everything around her. The liquid crawls outward, the colour of my veins, swallowing the pristine clarity of the water. It covers her slowly until there’s nothing left of her that isn’t touched by it and a twisted satisfaction curls in my chest.

When she sighs, her hand finding her tit, my eyes dart to it. Her fingers flex over her wet skin, squeezing slightly before gently moving down her stomach. I stay fixated on the movement until I can no longer see her hand.

Suddenly her body bucks slightly, her head tilting back as a small gasp leaves her.

Fuck me. She’s touching herself, she’s touching her fucking pussy, right in front of me. What a needy little slut. Ain’t I pleasured the fuck out of her enough? Or maybe I have, yet she’s turning greedy.

As her arm moves back and forth, stroking herself, I know she’s fantasizing about me screwing her. She must be. There’s no one else she would think about. Not a fucking chance. I’ve plagued her every thought.

When she moans softly, her arm reaching down further, blatantly fingering herself, my jaw tenses, the irritation grinding inside me.

With my hand still beneath the water, I observe, obsessed and with every moan she gives, the further I slide into a crazed state of mind.

Her fingers pick up, the water rippling frantically as she chases her euphoria. Her gleaming tits heave and jiggle with every quick breath and I can’t stop myself.

My hand lashes out before I even register the movement, snapping over her mouth so fast she lets out a high-pitched scream that’s smothered against my palm. Her eyes find mine, shining with raw fear. But I don’t look away.

Gradually, her gaze drops, dragged downward against her will, and the moment she sees it, the water, thick and swirling red, my blood coiling around her like a living thing, she flinches violently, her whole body recoiling in horror.

I can almost hear her heartbeat hammering against her skin. Fast and helpless as I hold her in place, my fingers digging into her cheeks.

As soon as she starts to lift her hand from the water, I move faster, grabbing her wrist and shoving it back down. I force her to cup her cunt with a possessive, brutal pressure, making her stay exactly where she was. To keep going and finish what the fuck she started.

She breathes heavily through her nose as I push down on her fingers, edging them back inside her.

When she starts moving in and out again, I can see the hesitation in her eyes, searching mine, but I release her mouth, only for my hand to wrap around her throat instead, fingers biting her wet flesh, desiring to feel her pulse.

Before she can say anything to stop me, I push mine in to join hers and as her pussy’s stretches, her mouth gapes open, her eyes rolling to a close, a silent scream leaving her.

I don’t sympathize with the pain she must be feeling, as always, I keep going until my two, long fingers are buried inside with hers.

Feeling her smooth cunt on my knuckles almost makes me lose my sanity completely, how slippery it feels with her come, how warm she is.

Wrapping my other fingers and thumb around her hand, I seize full control. And almost instantly I begin ramming my fingers in and out, forcing hers to do the same.

I can see it on her face, how she’s struggling to take all four, her pussy is so fucking tight, it’s almost restricting the movement, and it annoys me to no end.

I want that cunt relaxed, messy and loose. Making all the right dirty sounds as I plunge in and out of it. And if it’s not, I’ll make it by tearing it the fuck apart if I have to. I don’t like forcing my way through fucking anything. I want to slip right in. No boundaries. No limits. No fucking barriers.

Pushing in hard, I dig deep, pressing down on her fingers so they grind against the right spot. As soon as I start thrusting faster, her brows pinch while her louder moans bounce off the walls, keeping intense eye contact with me the entire time.

Her pussy gives way slightly, allowing me to do what I want, and the bloody water waves violently as my fingers start to press further around her throat, cutting off her air.

She spreads her legs wider, wanting me more, eager for the violence I bring, and we both brutally fuck her cunt.

Soon, I notice her eyes roll back, her climax inching closer with each wet plunge. But then, something snaps in my mind. Not a crack or a tear. It’s like a muscle ripped straight from bone.

My jaw locks and I begin to press her under and her body folds into the water like it belongs there. No resistance or sound. Just the ripples licking the edge of the tub like they’re hungry too.

As her face vanishes beneath the surface, soft bubbles rise, but I don’t blink while I hold her under, I just continue to pleasure her greedy pussy.

Suddenly, my sense of control shuts down, my body moving on its own, some broken part of me taking the reins while the rest of me disappears into a spiral of arousal, death, and pitch-black obsession. Darkness crashes down and my eyes roll back. I’m gone—lost in the high, in the quiet and the ruin.

I lose time. Seconds? Minutes? I don’t know, but my mind’s gone fucking sideways, lost somewhere red and endless, where her near death is louder than any screaming. Ineedthis moment to stretch longer, Ineedit to burn into me, so it stops eating me the fuck alive.

Then it hits hard, and I finally come back to reality, blinking into myself. My hand is still locked around her throat, my arm trembling and aching from how hard I held her under.

My breath comes out ragged as I quickly release her, but she just stays there—floating beneath the water, unmoving. My eyes are wide, frantic, fixed on her, and then I rip my fingers from her pulsing core, where she finally came.

I scramble to my feet and lean down, instantly scooping her out of the water and as soon as her face surfaces, she’s pale, eyes closed, head lolling back.

My mouth opens to say her name, but nothing comes out—just a hollow sound stuck in my throat, rough and useless. Without any more hesitation, I haul her limp body out of the tub and gently lower her onto the floor.

Kneeled beside her, I stare down, heart hammering in my chest, reminding me I still have one. My hands hover over her body, shaking as my warped mind, twisted and fraying, tries to override the seriousness of what’s in front of me. Her. Mine. Dead.

Don’t fuck her.

Don’t fuck her.

Save her.

Save her.

Finally shoving past the strange voices and the pull in my head, I overlap my hands in the center of her chest, ready to resuscitate her.

I lean in, my face inches from hers, and press down hard once. That’s when her eyes snap open and she explodes, spraying water straight in my face.

I recoil, blinded for a second, then something smashes over my head and glass shatters on impact. Pain splits through my skull as I’m knocked slanting, blood and wine slipping down my face.

I shake it off fast, vision swirling, but as soon as it clears just enough, I see Aurelia on her hands and knees, crawling out of the bathroom like her life depends on it.

That little bitch.

My teeth grind down hard as I start to get up, shards of glass slicing into my hands and knees. I stumble, blood smearing across the floor, then stagger toward the bedroom.

As soon as I reach the door she tried to lock, I lift my foot, booting it open without hesitation, the sound cracking through the trailer.

I step in, slow and calm, and she’s there, hidden behind the hanging chains, pressed back against the mirrored wardrobe, eyes wide, arms out with the jagged neck of the wine bottle still clutched in both hands.

“You almost killed me,” she whispers, her voice barely holding, eyes glassy from the low hallway light. “Again.”

She’s standing there naked, dripping in blood, shaking head to toe, but her legs still wobble from the aftermath of coming hard.

For a second, guilt runs through me, settling like poison in my gut. I start thinking about how I can make it right and what I can do to fix it until she speaks again.

“I’ve never come so damn hard,” she chokes out and my eyebrow twitches at her words.

Did she just say what the fuck I think she said?

“I… I liked it,” she admits, and I draw in a deep breath through my nose, like her confession just split open my fucking ribs. “What the fuck have you done to me, Wrath?”

She asks like I hold the answer. As if I orchestrated it and stitched this disease into her skin.And yeah, maybe I helped, but this? This is her. I thought it might have taken a little longer to unravel her inner kinks or at least force them upon her until she did.

I just did what the fuck I’ve always done. Well, I’m different with her, because I actually want her. Clearly, she’s still breathing and warm. But she’s the one who cracked open her own soul and liked what dark mess spilled out.

She’s not broken. She’s fucking blooming. She’s flourishing in the filth, in the fear, in the disturbed twist of pain turned pleasure.

It’s the first time I’ve seen that demon in her eyes—that darkness slithering around her throat, desperate to be squeezed by my hands, and it’s fucking beautiful. Just like I always knew it would be.

And the way she’s looking at me now, wild and breathless, it’s as if she’s seeing it for the first time too. Like she’s finally meeting the monster inside her and liking the way it tastes.

Her body jolts like something’s cracked loose inside her, then she hurls the jagged bottle neck to the side, the crash of glass exploding across the floor.

Before I can even think, she’s rushing toward me, ducking and weaving through the hanging chains like a possessed little thing. I brace for impact, thinking she’s about to scratch my fucking face off. But instead, she jumps.

Full-body at full-force, hurtling into me like a weapon.

I take one step back, hands instinctively catching her by her bare ass as her mouth slams into mine.

Her kiss is untamed, fingers tearing at my hair, tugging hard, anchoring herself to the madness she just dove headfirst into. She moans against my lips, twitching her hips, rubbing her needy, wet pussy over my abs.

I growl in response, low and deep, my fingers digging into her ass so hard she gasps, nails scraping down my leather jacket like she’s trying to peel me open.

Her mouth finds mine again, but this time she bites, sinking her teeth into my bottom lip until I taste blood, until it drips down my chin. My brows knit, the sting cutting through the haze, but I don’t pull away.

She drags it back with a soothing suck, eyes burning as she leans in close, her breath hot against my mouth.

“Do it again,” she whispers, voice shaking but steady enough to make me lose it. “Fucking. Ruin me.”

I don’t wait—I rush forward, crashing through the chains before her back smashes into the wardrobe mirror behind her. It shatters on collision, her head slamming against the glass as a yelps pulled from her lips.

I press into her hard, pinning her by my hips and haul my leather jacket down my arms in a hurry, letting it drop to my feet.

Both my shaky hands find her neck, like it’s an irresistible pull, tightening around her throat as I crash my mouth against hers, breathing her in like she’s my fucking oxygen.

She reaches down for my belt, fumbling with it, her hands eager to have me inside her, but I can’t. I need her to live. And I have other plans to ruin her.

Without a warning, I grab her wrists, slamming them above her head, the movement swift and sharp. I hold both in one hand, the pressure almost cruel, while I reach up with the other, fingers curling around a cold chain that hangs from the ceiling.

I pull it down and wrap it around her wrists, tightening both together until the cold steel bites into her skin, locking her in place, unescapable. She watches with those wide, eyes of hers, never leaving mine as I work.

As soon as I step back, she crumples to her knees, like something inside her is breaking… just to be reborn under my control. Her arms stretch above her, bound and trembling, as if she’s offering herself to whatever version of her I decide to break next.

Breathing heavily, barely holding in this beast that’s coiling inside me like fire and oil, I lean down, grab her waist, and turn her like a broken doll.

Now she’s facing the mirror, she doesn’t look away, her eyes locking onto her reflection, seeing herself the wayIsee her and what I’ve made her.

My little corpse.

But she’s about to be hollowed the fuck out and turned into my very own slutty little hand puppet tonight.

It’s gonna hurt so fucking bad, she’ll forget where the pain ends, and the pleasure begins. She won’t even remember what agony tastes like without the sweet, twisted trail of ecstasy bleeding through its wake once I’m done.

I reach for another chain, but this one’s slightly thinner, and it has a large, silver hook dangling at its end like bait on a line. I unlatch it from the ceiling and kneel, positioning myself at her back like a shadow.

After weaving the chain around the front of her throat, I trail it down her back and connect it to the hook, drawing it tight, but not enough to choke, yet. Just enough to keep her restricted.

She wants to see and feel what I really am? When things get so fucking dark there’s no stopping how far I’ll go? Well, she’s going to witness exactly what she’s starting to enjoy at it max compacity.

She’s about to be pushed to every boundary her beautiful body can endure. And she’ll have no choice but to fucking surrender to it. To surrender to me.

My hand finds her exposed pussy from underneath, and her open thighs shudder, a small whimper leaving her. I smear her come over both her holes, back to front, to get her nice and wet before I suddenly shove two of my fingers deep inside her asshole with no warning.

As soon as she screams, my free hand slaps over her mouth, silencing her. Her body trembles and attempts to reject the invasion, but I give it no choice to obey by continuously shoving them in and out, with no care, coiling and twisting roughly until it’s forced to be accepting.

This is for her own good. She needs to be at least a little bit gaped, or this will be horrific for her. Although it will be anyway, this is the more merciful option.

Adding a third, I shove her forward until her face hits into the shattered mirror, followed by her small groan. With my other hand, I rip my belt open and tug my zipper down, feeling the overpowering need to free myself, so I can fucking breathe.

Tugging my stiff, restricted cock free, I let out a shuddering exhale.

As I jerk myself off, running my hand over the spikes on my heavy, throbbing shaft, I continue to destroy her asshole. I claw my fingers so far inside her, I begin having disturbed fantasies about forcing my entire hand and arm so far up her ass that I could possibly rip her fucking intestines out, breaking the laws of anatomy and my fucking sanity.

My forehead crashes against her back, red eyes closing as her screams tear through me, splitting open something primal. It sends me spiraling out of control, out of time and into another dimension where nothing exists but this.

I sink my teeth into her skin, harshly, marking her with every ounce of what’s boiling inside me. My hands never stop, ruthless and punishing, fucking and ruining us both like I’m trying to break something that was already broken.

As soon as her asshole loosens, teasing me to slide a forth in, she comes almost instantly, her walls pulsating around me with a sickening beat that makes me shoot my load without warning.

We both twitch and writhe in the wake of her unhinged screams and our shared climax, but I catch my cum in my palm, the liquid turning from thick to watery, mixing with the dripping blood from the slice across it.

I slide my fingers out of her hole, and all I can hear is her trying to regain her breath, like this warmup has wrecked her already, but I’m far from done. It’s about to get a whole lot rougher.

Lifting my head from her shoulder, I peer down, taking the hook that’s still dangling between us and spit on the end of it. It glints in the dim light as I lower it to her asshole and without hesitation, I wedge it inside.

She shrieks, springing up on her knees, body tensing but as soon as the hooks where I want it, I grab her hair, yanking it until her back crashes against my chest, silently making her obey.

My hand wraps around the front of her throat while her head rests against my shoulder and I peer down at her. Breathless and almost broken, but not enough.

My gaze shifts to the cracked mirror in front of us, heavy gaze taking in how her arms are suspended upward, head back, nipples stiff, thighs split wide, pussy glistening and her body shimmering with sweat and my blood.

Fuck. Me. She’s perfect.

Lowering my hand between us, I smear my cum and blood over her pretty, twitching pussy. She’s already fucking drenched, but she needs to be so much wetter.

As I stroke and tease her, her breathing shifts—quick and uneven. I feel the tension building, her anxiety peaking with every second I drag it out and that edge is exactly where I fucking want her.

I let go of her throat with my other hand, then reach into my pants and pull out my pen. I bite the lid off and lean forward, pressing my chest to her back.

I start scrawling across the mirror, right over her reflection—messy, sharp letters carved in ink. She watches as the message takes shape.

Let’s see what breaks first—your willpower or your pussy. You want to be ruined?

“Yes,” she whispers without reluctance before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.

I slide two fingers inside her waiting, wet pussy, forcing them in deep. A strangled gasp leaves her, her body bucking, as if that’s all she wanted, her eyes heavy with need.

Then I write on the mirror:

Innie…

Her eyes stay focused on the word until I press in another two.

Minnie…

She moans deeply from the fullness, our shared come and my blood dribbling down my wrist, but she takes it before I slip in my thumb.

Miney…

Her eyes are wide now, realization settling in that I’m about to brutally fist her cunt until she can no longer stand it. And with the hook still deep in her destroyed asshole.

Mo.

As soon as I write the last taunting word, her lips part to say something, but I don’t wait to hear it, I twist my hand and push, causing her let out a delicious cry.

Her pussy stretches, not letting me in easily, as expected. Her body quakes under the strain, but I’m persistent with it and continue.

Forcing my fingers in and out now and then, I sink in deeper. She comes as soon as her little cunt hole stretches over my top knuckles, her body’s natural reaction, instant and uncontrollable. I wait as I feel the warmth of her come coating half my hand, the muscles spasming around me.

She breathes heavily, eyes dazed, body shaking and saturated in sweat.

That’s my good little corpse. Look at how obedient you’re being for me. How mine you are. You’re so close to having my fist fully inside your tight pussy.

I praise on the mirror before dropping the pen. My hand wraps around the front of her throat, fingers pressing in deep and the other rips apart her cunt again, twisting and coiling.

As she screams, the sound high-pitched and strained with agony and pleasure, I stuff my fingers into her mouth, and she instantly bites down hard.

I groan, but the pain only makes me shove my fist deeper with no remorse, her walls tearing open to the absolute limit, until finally, her stretched cunthole is locked around my wrist, my hand fully inside her.

She pants heavily, head lolled back on my shoulder, and I slide my fingers out of her mouth,. As I wait for her to adjust, her trembling fingers reach down between her thighs, feeling where my hands disappeared, and she whimpers.

“You’ve got your whole fist inside me,” she murmurs anxiously. “Holy fuck, you’ve got your entire hand in my pussy… What the f…”

She can barely breath and when I turn my hand inside her, just slightly, she grabs my wrist quickly, stopping me.

“Fuck, I’m not sure if I can, Wrath… I’m so full. It’s… It’s…”

She can and she fucking will. Her body will always bend to my will. It’s mine. It belongs to me. I’ll do as I please, and she’s fucking take it.

I snatch the pen from between her thighs and start writing on the mirror again, erratic and quick.

Relax your cunt for me, Allure. Let me get sink deeper, stretch you out and it’ll feel good. Abuse your clit if you have to. You can fucking take it.

Her dazed eyes sweep over the words before her head falls back on my shoulder again.

“You sick bastard,” she pants out, but I can see she’s surrendered to me, and as soon as I sense she’s rubbing her throbbing clit, I start to move.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she hisses, my hand moving slowly in back and forth motions, my knuckles sliding smoothing over her silky walls.

As her muscles yield to my fist, the size giving them little choice, I start to move faster and more forceful, rougher, my hand working inside her with increasing power.

She screams and moans, unable to decide which is better, the pain or pleasure it brings. Her body shakes violently as soon as my arm moves harshly, stuffing inside deeper with each drive, feeling her cervix knock against my fingertips.

Her cunt takes more of my tatted wrist from how far I am within, her come pouring and running down my arm. Breathing with quick pants in time with my thrusts, her walls start loosening as I rotate and coil, my knuckles constantly rubbing over the right spot.

Both our hands get faster, the pressure building between us, my cock straining and standing up straight, so fucking hard it feels like a vein could burst.

This is the hottest shit I’ve ever felt or seen in my entire life. And just knowing it’s with her, eats my brain like a fucking infection, taking my insanity with it.

“Holy shit! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna fucking come!” she shrieks, shameless and wild.

As soon as I feel that first flutter from her orgasm, I yank my fist out of her slack pussy and she squirts all over the floor in a gush of arcs, unable to stop it.

I growl in satisfaction, my eyes rolling back as I rub my drenched hand over her stretched, swollen, twitching cunt. A weapon that just destroyed the inside of her.

Her body shakes and strains from the powerful climax, her breath coming out in short bursts. I peer down at her, lost in her euphoria, her throat exposed to me, the chain still wrapped around it. I press my lips to her neck, then sink my teeth into the salty skin before sucking, coating her with brutal purple marks.

She lets me do it, moaning softly, as I give her some time to recover, for now.

When I think she’s back down to earth, barely, I find my other hand curling impulsively around the chain behind her. I tighten it around my fingers before suddenly pulling it. She screeches, lifting up on her knees, the hook ripping into her asshole, her neck craned further back, forcing her into total submission.

My fingers glide downward, and without warning, I twist my entire hand back inside her wrecked, dripping pussy, no resistance, just a swift wet suck and slide, her walls destroyed and soaked, just for me. Just how I like it.

She lets out a cry, but I simply pull harder on the chain, teeth clenched, demanding her to take my violence. I begin thrusting again, but this time, without empathy.

The brutality of it almost makes her pass out, but I don’t relent. The sounds that ring in my ears are obscene and will forever be engraved inside me. The way her pussy sounds, squelching with each plunge. Her screams, animalistic and feral. Her heavy breathes in between.

Fucking hell.

I’m basically punching her cunt at this point, reckless in my deranged mind. My fist slides in and out so fucking fast, it forces her into another climax minutes after the first.

I keep my hand inside her, feeling the spasm tightening around me, the warm thump in her walls. After releasing the chain, I grab my heavy, aching cock.

I can’t hold on any longer, I need to fuck one part of her while she’s being this much of a good girl for me.

Once I’ve spat sharply on my fingers, I rub it over my swollen tip and guide myself to her asshole, hook still hidden inside. After positioning myself, I take the chain again and rip her neck back.

I glance down, soaking in the sight of my hand still lost her gleaming pussy, pink cunthole stretched around my wrist and how her asshole is pulled upward by the punishing hook, yawning open slightly.

Holy shit, I’m gonna ruin this little slut so bad tonight. She might never come back from it. But I hope she does, cause I need to keep this. I need to keep her so fucking bad.

Then, I push forward, and her hands shoot out, fists clenched against the mirror, a strangled cry tearing from her little body, but it only drives me further into my madness.

“Wrath!” she screams out in pain, but it only blurs around me as I begin thrusting in and out, edging deeper with each one.

My spiked piercings drag down her snug, warm walls, the cold hook gliding over the top of my shaft, pressing down on it and the intensity of my hand in her pussy makes it almost impossible for me to enter.

When I’m balls deep inside her, we both let out a shuddering breath before my head tilts back, eyes closing, realising I’ve never enjoyed hot asshole before, but this? She feels so fucking perfect.

I don’t move my hand in her pussy when I start fucking her ass, each shove hitting slow and deep. All I do is concentrate on how she feels, her moans and the sensation of each of my pointed piercings running along her walls against my hand in her cunt.

I press my fingers against them from inside her, adding intense pleasure for both of us.

As soon as I get faster, my hips smacking against her cheeks, all she can do is scream, helpless, but taking me so fucking well.

I jerk back on the chain again, restricting her breathing. But when I begin screwing her pussy with my fist and fucking her ass with my cock at the same time, that’s when shit gets cruel.

I can’t stop what comes next, I’ve lost it.

I absolutely ruin her, only for me. Violating her in such away she’ll know tomorrow exactly who she’s claimed to.

After demolishing her, sliding my hand in and out of her sloppy pussy every time she comes, her asshole as broken as the rest of her, only then do I shoot my cum inside her, when I’m satisfied that she’s felt enough pleasure and pain it’s now engraved into her bones for a life time.

My forehead crashes against her sweaty back, my breath heavy, tingling shooting over my skin in electric waves. I slide my twitching cock and soaked hand out of her one last time, but she doesn’t react.

Lifting my head, I peer down at her, her head resting back on my shoulder and I loosen my grip on the chain.

For a second, I think I’ve fucking done it again—gone too far and snapped something that doesn’t come back.

But then, her eyes flutter open, stunned and heavy, locking onto mine in the mirror, and she lets out a soft laugh, winded, head barely moving as she shakes it.

“Jesus fucking Christ. What even are you?” she asks in a whisper, eyes searching mine like she’s looking for whatever piece of me she hasn’t already taken.

My hand skims beneath her damp hair, fingers threading through the sweat and heat, while the other wraps around her throat, thumb tracing the edge of her jaw. I tilt her face toward me, then lean in—my mouth pressing against hers, tongue forcing its way in with a low, guttural growl.

Because I know it now, like I’ve always known it. This girl was made for me. We are stitched together by something monstrous. A demon, maybe. Something hell-bent on pairing two disasters just to watch us burn the world down, together.

When I peel away, my mouth lingers close to hers, breath tangled with breath, and my lips part.

“You… Yours…” I manage to exhale, the words clawing their way up my throat like they don’t belong there, like they’re foreign in my mouth.

Her eyes snap wide, disbelief flooding them, her head lifting just slightly—shocked she’s hearing my voice for the first time. Breaking the silence just for her.

My hand drifts lower, down to where her soul beats against my palm, her heart slamming against my skin like it wants me to reach inside and hold it.

“My… M… My little corpse…” I finish, voice raw, jagged, and hers now, whether she likes it or not.

Of course, I don’t usually fucking stutter like that, and I guess that’s why I don’t speak at all. Because I know that’s how it’s gonna come out the first time. Weak and not me. Not unless it’s Hell or Soul I’m talking to.

But with Aurelia… it’s now different.

She deserves it.

She needs it.

Especially afterthat—after letting me choke the breath from her lungs and still looking up at me like I’m worth something and she’s not afraid of what I am.

She doesn’t say anything—just stares, blue eyes glistening in the dark like the ocean at midnight, pulling me under.

Then a soft smile tugs at her lips, faint but fucking radiant, like it doesn’t belong in a world like mine, and maybe that’s why it hits so hard. Because it’s like a light cracking through the rot that lives inside me.

She leans in, her fingers threading through my hair and then our lips meet—no heat, no fire, just this quiet burn that settles low and deep, carving her into the parts of me I thought were long dead.