Page 21 of Love Me in the Dark

Eventually, I toss the belt down and spread lube all over the dildo and his ass. I would rather fuck him dry, but this thing definitely needs a little help if it’s going to go inside of him. He is sobbing and begging me to stop, knowing what I’m about to do with this toy. Hearing him plead and cry for me not to rape him is ironic. He sounds like I did before I was raped.

“What’s wrong, Roger? I thought you liked pain?” I ask. “You put Lacey in a lot of pain, didn’t you?”

“Please don’t,” he cries.

“You don’t deserve the oxygen you breathe. You are a piece of shit scum, and I can’t fucking wait to watch you take your last breath,” I say before lining the dildo up with his asshole and pushing in as hard and fast as I can. His scream is shrill, and he starts bleeding almost instantly. I keep pushing and pushing until I force him to take all of it. It is buried up to the silicone balls and he is still screaming. Doesn’t he know that if you tense up, it hurts more?

I start fucking him with the dildo, and I keep pushing in as deep as I can. His screams are like a new form of meditation. I am calm, and all the anxiety has drifted away as he begs me to stop hurting him. A mixture of blood, lube, and shit coats the toy, and I can’t help but laugh when I see that despite the pain and tearing, his body is responding.

I stop before he finds any sort of release as his body shakes. I take this opportunity to redo his restraints and push him up on the table so that he is face up with the dildo still buried in his ass. He is restrained with rope, with his arms above his head and his ankles to the legs of the table. I get the blade out of my bag and lay it on his belly. I made sure to sharpen it well so that when I cut him, it glides through his flesh with ease.

I dump a bunch of lube into my gloved hand and start stroking his cock. He understands I’m about to do something terrible, so he starts crying again. I say nothing, and I keep pumping his dick in my hand. I want to get him as close as I possibly can before I make the cut. I can tell he’s starting to get close because his cries are heavily laced with moans and his body is tense. I abruptly stop, and he relaxes. I repeat this process over and over again, getting him as close as I can before stopping.

“Please,” he whimpers.

“Aww. Does Roger want to come?”

“It’s t-torture,” he moans as I start to stroke his cock again. “Fuuuck. Stoooop.”

“Only good boys get to come. Have you been a good boy?” I ask.

“Y-Yes,” he chokes out.

“Tell the truth, Roger. Have you been a good boy?” I ask.

“No…”

“That’s right. Roger is a naughty boy. Do you know what happens to naughty little boys, Roger?” I ask.

“W-What?”

“They get punished,” I growl.

He moans and lifts his hips when I start to move faster. He thinks I’m actually going to let him come, and that might be the best part. His eyes flutter closed so he doesn’t notice me pick up the knife. This is what I have been waiting for. This right here… This is justice. Just as he is about to come, I press the knife into the base of his dick and slice as deep as I can. His scream is filled with fear and pain as I keep cutting. Blood is everywhere and it is glorious.

I make the last cut, and his dick detaches from his body. I smile brightly and move up to pry his mouth open. “Open up, bitch,” I sneer as I shove his bloody dick down his throat. He is shaking and his screams are gargled.

I’m not done yet, though.

I want to see more blood spill.

I move the knife to his throat and dig deep as I slowly cut his flesh. Blood sprays, and within seconds his body is limp. Dropping the knife to the ground, I take a few steps back and look at what I have done. I feel as though I should have some sort of remorse for this, right? I should feel bad that I just murdered a man. More than murdered, I raped him bloody andthenImurdered him. Why does this feel so fucking good? Why do I feel proud of myself for ridding the world of a human being? That’s what he is. He is a human, and I killed him.

I’m finding peace in knowing that he will never hurt another person. He will never destroy another family. No one will grieve his loss because he has nothing, but the friends and family of Lacey will sleep a bit easier tonight, knowing that the monster is gone.

I toss the knife and mega dildo into plastic a bag before setting it down inside the duffel bag I brought. I am wearing black clothing, so I should be fine to walk back, so long as I don’t touch anyone. Once I get to my car, I will strip down and place my clothing into another bag. I have the seat and basically anything else that I might touch covered so there will be no blood transfer. I feel like I have thought about everything, but no one is perfect.

I wonder what my downfall will be. Will Cade and Callum visit me in jail, or will they disown me for what I am doing? Ideally, I won’t ever get caught. One day I will get all the anger out of my system and move on, but for now I choose this.

I choose anger.

I choose violence.

I choose revenge.

I choose justice.

Once I get back to my car and I am stripped down to just a tank top and shorts that I had underneath my clothing, I start driving toward the cabin. In all reality, I should not be driving around with this shit in my car. I need to think of a way to dispose of it quickly at the scene without leaving evidence. For now, I will just burn everything at the house and bury the ashes. I can clean the knife and dildo though. The knife is made in a way that there are no crevices for blood to hide in. It is a solid piece of metal, including the handle. I could start placinggiant condoms on the rhino dildo. That will make cleanup much easier.