Page 19 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

P urge

I frown as I see our pet’s door open. She is supposed to be alone.

A figure in a hoodie ducks out, head down.

I freeze as I recognize him. Ghost. His clothes are rumpled, and as he looks up briefly, there’s a hint of a smile on his face.

Son of a bitch! What the fuck does he think he’s doing?

“Motherfucker!” I yell, lashing out and punching the wall, putting a nice-sized hole in it.

All I can see is red! I make to go in his direction and beat some sense into him, when a voice speaks behind me.

“Whoa brother! What’s the problem?”

I turn towards Razor with a snarl. “Stay out of it!”

“Slow down, man. When's the last time you Raged Out?”

Raging Out is my way of purging the violence from my system.

There's a spot deep in the forest surrounding the school, too far away from the fence for the cameras to reach.

I use a human punching bag to rid myself of the evil urges.

Usually, one of the guys comes along and brings me a subject.

Someone who needs an ass-beating or a lesson not to cross us.

I've been violent since I was a toddler.

Purge Age 9

My mother comes up behind me while I’m hiding out in the shed. I have my latest project laid out on the rusted metal table in the small metal shed, sitting on the back of our property. No one ever comes in here, except the gardeners.

“What are you doing?” she inquires, making me jump. I refuse to respond, hoping she’ll take the hint and fuck right off. She doesn’t, though.

“Son? I asked you a question!”

She grabs my shoulder, whipping me around. I lean backwards, splaying out my small body to attempt to hide the masterpiece behind me. Her face pales as she discovers my work.

“What...? Is that an...animal? What are you doing to it?” Trembling, she takes a step back. Blood and gore cover the front of me. I grin.

“A discovery thing. None of your business, anyway. Leave!” I spit out.

She pales even more, backing out of the shed.

I can hear her running back to the house.

I turn back to my work. The raccoon I’ve caught and opened up is still beckoning to me.

I hold a large, rusted butcher knife I found inside the shed.

I take the tip and slice straight down, splitting it open the rest of the way.

I contemplate the organs and innards inside.

I decide to take each one out to examine them closer.

I am lifting out its tiny heart when a thundering voice sounds behind me.

“SON! Did you kill that animal?” My father is red-faced and clutching his Bible and rosary in his fist.

“Yep!” I grin.

“You’re evil! We need to cleanse you!”

He grabs me up, kicking and screaming. He carries me back to the house, entering through the kitchen door.

He drags me over to the pantry, which is barely big enough to hold the canned goods stored there.

There's a small amount of space underneath the shelves.

Shoving me aside, he looms in the doorway.

“You must be cleansed of this sin; purged of the evil in your soul. You WILL pray, and you will stay in here until God forgives you!” He tosses in the rosary, slamming the door shut and locking it.

It's pitch-black, and I start to panic. I scream and pound on the door, to no avail.

I fall to the floor, sobbing. I refuse to utter a single word in prayer.

Hours go by, and no one comes for me. I am missing dinner, and my stomach rumbles.

I pound so much; my knuckles are bleeding.

I've never been scared of the dark, but the walls close in around me.

I scream until I fall asleep in exhaustion.

“Before the girl came. I don’t remember,” I mutter.

“Okay...well, go to the spot, and I’ll meet you there in a few. Cool?”

“Yeah, man. Thanks, brother.”

I see myself out the door to the girls’ dorm and get lost among the trees past the buildings. I reach the spot after a few minutes, leaning on the tall and crooked tree that marks the exact spot. There's nothing out here; it’s quiet. It's as if even the animals have fled my wrath.

Razor

I knock loudly on Phoenyxx’s door, restless. I have my hand in my pocket, fumbling with the razor that’s always there. She opens the door with a huff, looking disheveled and winded.

“Well, well...what did I interrupt?”

“What? Nothing! What do you want?” She folds her arms over her chest, straightening her spine to appear brave.

“Let me in, Doe.”

“Fuck that! I don’t think...”

My arm lashes out to grab her by the throat. I reach past her to grab a discarded shirt on top of the dresser. I push her forward, stepping in behind her to place the shirt over her eyes, tying it tightly behind her head. I let go of her throat and grab hold of her wrists behind her.

“What the fuck, Razor?”

“Move!” I demand, pushing her forward.

“I can’t see where the fuck I’m going! The actual fuck?”

“Shut UP if you have any sense in that pretty little head and move that ass!”

I push open the door to the stairs with a grin. “The stairs are in front of you. Step down slowly.”

“Ugh!” she garbles. “I better not fall, asshole!”

She seeks out each step with a foot, actually making it down without falling. “Now out the door.”

“Wait...outside? Why?”

“One more word and I WILL gag you!”

She purposely starts dragging her feet, and I shove her in the back, hard. “Go faster!”

She speeds up, then clotheslines herself with a tree. She goes down hard, banging her shin. “Fucking jackass! You could have told me!” she fumes.

“Yeah, I could’ve,” I say with a laugh.

I spot the clearing ahead and push her towards it. I see Purge pacing back and forth in front of the tree. “Rage Out order delivered!” I announce with a wicked grin. He sees us and startles for a moment.

“Holy shit, bro! You suicidal?” he asks in shock.

I shrug. “I figured bringing you the object of your anger would be the perfect medicine.”

“Someone tell me what the hell is going on?” Phoenyxx demands.

Purge smiles slowly, walking right up to her. He leans forward and whispers in her ear, “RUN.”

She reaches up and snatches off the makeshift blindfold. She looks around in confusion.

“Are you deaf? I said RUN!” Purge roars.

Phoenyxx

I don’t even pause when I tear ass in the opposite direction.

There's a bit of a chill in the air, a sign that fall isn’t far away.

I shiver with my exposed legs; it's breezier here in the forest. We're so deep into the woods, I can’t get my bearings to know which direction to go. I literally have never run like this before. Being trapped in that house my whole life definitely didn’t help me in the exercise department.

I don’t know what they have planned for me, but I’m truly scared. Purge’s eyes were cold and dark, with no emotion at all.

I look around, scanning the trees, looking for somewhere to hide, at least. Off to my left, I see a crop of trees close together, with bushes around them.

I dart into them, hunching down low, and clamp a hand over my mouth.

Holding my breath, I hear rustling very close.

In a blink, a pair of arms grabs me and pulls me out, kicking and screaming. “Got her!” Razor calls out.

I see Purge come out of the trees, and my blood runs cold. He stalks right up to me, lips hovering above mine. “Time to Rage Out,” he whispers.

“What?” I try to ask, being silenced by the feel of cold metal going up the back of my arm behind me. “Stand still, Doe. I’m going to let go, but if you run, you will not be able to walk back. Got it?”

I nod frantically, whimpering as Razor walks around me, brandishing a long, old-fashioned silver straight razor, like barbers use.

Purge growls, backing me up against a tree.

He literally rips my clothes down the front, where they are left hanging in tatters.

He leaves marks on my skin, and it burns like hell.

He grabs both my breasts, biting down on each nipple, aggressively fondling them. “So, Little Deer, are you a virgin?”

“Uh...depends on what you mean,” I swallow hard.

“Mmmm,” Razor growls. “Delicious little morsel...”

“So, what about orgasms? Ever had one?”

I blush furiously. “Fuck no. Never. I've never been with anyone by choice.”

“Fascinating! What about alone?”

“Masturbation? Hell no! Sex has always been bad. I have no desire to have an orgasm.”

An evil grin forms on Purge’s face. “Well, brother...how about we Rage on this tight little body, and get her to come?”

“Fuck yeah! My little friend wants to play, too!” The razor comes closer to my face.

I am shaking, exposed, and terrified. And pissed off! Purge kicks open my legs, and I almost fall over.

His hand snakes down to my pussy, and I freeze up. “A little wet already, Pet?” he chuckles. His fingers glide back and forth, up and down my slit. He moves up to the top of my mound, rubbing circles that make me squirm.

“Stop! That feels weird!”

“Weird? That’s your clit, Doe. You really don’t know, do you? Brother, it’s your turn.” Purge smirks and steps back.

Razor presses the tip of the wickedly-sharp razor to the hollow of my throat, forcing my head up painfully high.

Not a word is said as he slides it slowly downwards.

He gets to my breasts, circling a nipple.

I whimper in protest. “Please don’t.” He ignores me, flicking the blade up in a quick movement, cutting my areola.

A trickle of blood runs down my breast. I stare, mesmerized.

My lips part, and I feel that odd electricity burn through me again.

“You like that? Here, have a taste.” He swirls his finger in the blood, bringing it up to my parted lips. “Suck.”

My tongue darts out, against my mental protest. I suck his finger, getting every drop.

He groans, adjusting himself in his pants.

“This girl...” he mutters, swiftly undoing his pants.

His large, hard cock bursts out. The head of it is thick, and I see a piercing underneath it, at the top of the shaft.

He wraps his hand around it, pumping it a couple of times.

I can’t take my eyes off the scene. My breath catches, and my body lights up.

Purge shoves him aside. “This is MY show now...my way.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Razor tosses back, with a grin. His hand never leaves his cock.

“My turn,” he announces, as he follows suit, taking his cock out, too.

It's huge, and so hard, it’s visibly throbbing.

He drops down to his knees, and I blink in confusion.

His hands travel up my thighs, pushing them open even more.

He holds open my pussy lips. “Brother, I think your friend should play here next.”

“Oh, fuck yes!” Razor drops down beside Purge.

He flips the razor over, holding the blade.

Blood wells up in his palm, but he doesn’t acknowledge it.

“Hold her open.” He starts to slide the handle around my clit, and my legs threaten to buckle.

I can’t even speak or protest. He then moves towards my opening, circling it.

He grins as he pushes it inside me, flicking his wrist over and over.

I gasp and start to sweat. It feels...so good.

I feel a weird pressure low in my belly, growing more insistent.

“That’s it, take it like a good girl.” He glances towards Purge. “She is soaked!”

Purge reaches over, pressing his thumb firmly against my clit.

I shake my head, tears starting to form.

I can’t do anything to prevent the onslaught of sensations.

Abruptly, he leans in, and bites down on my clit.

At that same moment, Razor reaches a spot somewhere inside, and I start panting, a moan slipping out.

“You like this, you little whore.” He motions to Razor.

“Play with her tits,” he demands. He jams three fingers deep inside me, pumping hard and fast. My chest heaves; I can’t hold back my cries.

His mouth latches onto my clit, sucking it between his teeth.

Razor cuts my nipple on the other side, licking the blood up.

The pressure inside me reaches a peak, and I detonate.

I scream their names out as I ride wave after wave.

“Purge! Razor! Oh my God!” I feel a warm wetness gush out of my body. Fuck, did I piss myself?

“She squirts, holy fuck!” Razor says to Purge.

“I need to have her...now. Sit down on the ground, Razor. Doe, sit right in front of him,” Purge orders.

“What?” He slaps me on my sore nipple. “No words!”

I slowly lower myself down, and Razor grabs me, reclining me against him.

“Razor, put your legs between hers, and hold them open.”

He does it, opening my legs obscenely wide.

My heart pounds as Purge comes over to me, pushing me and Razor down on our backs.

The tip of his cock teases my slit. Without warning, he shoves himself inside.

I scream, attempting to arch my back, but Razor holds me firmly.

He fucks into me deep and hard; so deep, he hits another spot that makes me yell, “Yes!”

He takes that as a green light to go harder. He fucks me so hard he’s moving me backwards against Razor. I can feel Razor’s hard cock pressing into my ass. The grinding is almost too much.

“Brother, let me play, too! "Razor groans.

“No! This is all mine right now!”

He speeds up even more, and a guttural sound leaves me as I white out. He shouts as he fills me with his come, every pump of it making me yell more.

I am completely unaware of anything for a minute. I hazily comply as I am pulled to my feet. “Do not wash out my come, got it?” Purge snaps out. I mutely nod. Razor slaps my ass. “I WILL be taking this soon!”

Next thing I know, they move away, laughing with each other. I run to keep up, so I don’t stay lost out here. I think I’m in shock; I move as if I'm on autopilot. All I can think is I need to change my clothes.