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Billy

“ T hat’s my good slut. Cum all over my cock.”

I grin down at her. Her face blushes with a soft pink hue as she descends from the euphoria.

With a delicate touch, I withdraw and caress her clit, causing her to erupt with pleasure, soaking my hand.

“Perfect,” I whisper. Every time my finger touches her clit, she’s whimpering and her lush body quivers under me.

“Billy, I can’t,” she gasps. Which only seems like a challenge.

I pull out of her and lock my mouth on her clit as I slip the fake dick into her tight cunt and fuck her hard with it.

Lucy’s legs snap shut around my shoulders as she uncoils for me. As her arousal intensifies, her juices cascade down the dildo.

“Clean it up, taste your sweet self. ”

I stroke my cock while I watch her give head to the clone of my dick. She licks and sucks until I bring it away from her mouth.

I grab the lube and squirt it on my cock before rubbing it along her asshole. Placing her feet against my chest, I line up with her.

“Relax Lou, you can do this,” I command her.

I get the tip in and slowly slide my dick into her tight hole. The walls grip me tighter than anything, as if she is choking me. I play with her clit, and her hips thrust up.

I raise my gaze to hers and watch the emotions dance across her face. Fear and pleasure are so similar sometimes.

Keeping myself still, I explore her clit with the touch of my fingers. With a wicked grin, I push her buttons until she can’t take it anymore and pleads with me to stop .

“Ready for the surprise?” I grab the dildo and slide it into her pussy. Lou tightens around me, her muscles tense and I shake my head.

“Listen, you can take it. I know you can.”

I guide the fake dick into her cunt. I thrust into her with it, finding a rhythm with her ass and fucking her in unison.

“Play with yourself for me, touch that needy fucking clit while I take your holes.”

Her eyes are filled with lust, expression twisting into undeniable bliss, and she touches herself.

“Just like that. Do you like both dicks in you?” I will not last long, but I want her to have her biggest orgasm.

Lucy nods, her face scrunching up, and she tenses beneath me. Her sighs and groans are too much.

“Show me how you love it.” My dick feels like it’s in a hot vice grip and as she explodes around the dildo, it pushes out of her pussy and I grab her hips while I fill her ass.

“So fucking perfect,” I whisper.

Once my brain regains power, I pull out of her and head to the bathroom.

Filling the tub with warm water and her lavender bubble bath, I walk back to the bedroom to find a boneless Lucy.

“Darlin’, come on, I’ll wash you up.”

“You can’t have a bath here. There’ll be no water tomorrow.”

Fuck, I forgot. I want nothing more than to fix every fucking thing wrong with this house.

“We’ll make it a halfer, then.” I coax her into the bathroom. “Are you okay?”

“I’m not a delicate flower, Billy,” she mutters and steps into the bath. I rub her shoulders and turn off the water.

Settling in across from her, I wonder how I got so fucking lucky to find a freak like me.

“Stop staring. It’s rude.” She sticks her tongue out at me and I can only laugh .

“Was thinking about how lucky I am,” I say.

“Damn lucky.”

“I know in my soul that you’re mine. You were made for me.” I rub the soap down her legs.

“You said we aren’t halves,” she whispers. Her lids drop closed, and I know I’ve got to get her to bed.

“We aren’t. You’re a whole-ass person without me, but my soul is on fire for you.”

Her eyes open, and she stares at me. “Like twin flames?”

I crinkle my face up and shrug. “I don’t know about that sorta stuff, darlin’.”

I grab a towel and dry myself off before fetching one for her. Afterward, I intertwine my fingers with hers and we make our way to the bedroom, our footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor.

Tidying up the bed, she lays down and I settle behind her. Her cupcake conditioner scent lingers in the air as I embrace her, leaving a pleasant fragrance in my nose.

“I love you, Billy. It seems like too little to say, but I don’t know what else could replace it,” she utters.

“I know, Lou. Love doesn’t feel like the word to use when I’d move heaven and hell for you. The word cheapens what we have. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you,” I whisper.

Based on her breathing, I know she’s already passed out and all I can do is lay beside her and cherish this moment.

I’ve had a busy few days, and with three women in the barn, it’s a damn-near party. Chastity and Nikki weren’t that hard to grab. They were easily tempted by the promise of a quick ride.

However, the holy grail of kills lies between the two women, much harder to take, but worth every single struggle.

The cotton-candy whore sleeps peacefully now after I knocked her out, but she’s got a set of lungs on her that are fucking annoying.

Completing the final project in Lucy’s book, to see how long it takes for the women to die or become too weak to fight, I pace the barn hallway.

All I want is an easy kill. As much as I love Lucy, the darkness has covered the inside of my skull like a slime that I can’t scrape off.

I have an overwhelming love for her, but this darker side of me regularly corrupts my every offering, shattering my thoughts as I try to resist causing harm .

I’ve made it longer than usual, which I think is a sign, but not as good as stopping.

While heading out to the car, I open the trunk and retrieve the other woman.

“MY NAME IS!” she screams, and I backhand her.

“Don’t give a fuck, sugar-tits. You’re simply a means to an end.”

“Monica,” she whispers.

I scoff at her exaggerated gestures and drag her out of the Cruze to the barn.

I secure her with glee to the killing table, and as her breath quickens, her face grows pale.

“It’s simple, Monica : I’m turning you into something beautiful. I’ll release your ugly soul into the night and pull out your heart, and then I’ll make you into art.” I talk with my hands, panning my thumbs and forefingers.

With a steady hand, I begin my cuts, tracing the path from the skin under her arm to her obliques. I move the pieces into the salt bins, then stroll back, stealing a quick look into the stall with the three women. They are still sound asleep.

When I return, Monica is screaming and struggling. I decide I’ll have some time to play with her innards.

Using them to torture the others seems magical, almost. Lou wanted to know how quickly another person would give up or fight, and this is a different way to test that.

With the bone saw, I cut off some of her ribs. Opening the membrane, I am greeted by the squishy sensation of her entrails as my fingers navigate through the slippery tubes.

I close my eyes, the vivid memories of childhood science experiments flooding my mind. I snap back to reality, aware of my surroundings. The air is heavy with the scent of copper, and the silence is shattered by the screams echoing from the stall.

I cut different lengths of the intestines and extract out her liver. A quick glance reveals her fainting, and her slow pulse suggests she is close to death.

Keeping a tight grip on the slippery bits, I walk over to the stall, where they cower together. The Cotton-Candy Whore bangs her arms against the door.

With my mask in place, I’m sure she won’t know who I am, and when I reach the locks, I pull them aside before slinging in the bits of entrails for them to play with. I don’t think they’ll have fun, but I wonder how long it’ll take before they try human sushi.

Before I continue exploring, I head up to the house and look through the supply closet in the kitchen. When I find a small cooler, I pull it out and fill it with ice before heading back to the barn. Can’t have their meals going rancid .

When I return to Monica, I scoop off as much fat as I can get and bring it down to the workspace to add the lye and mix it up.

Once the rest of her skin is off and lying in the salt, I tinker around with what’s left of her, saving the heart, liver, and tongue.

With the Sawzall in hand, I ruthlessly remove the upper part of her skull. I realize my mistake as shards of bone fly about, wishing I had taken the precaution of wearing safety glasses.

Losing an eye over this nonsense is the last thing I need.

The sight of blood and gore, accompanied by the echoing screams from the hallway, sends a rush of excitement through me. As the darkness slowly retreats, my mind feels clearer, as if a fog has lifted.

The skull needs more pressure before I’m able to cut the top off like a pumpkin. I ease the scalpel through the brain’s membrane and detach what I need.

Holding the tightly coiled object, I set it on ice. I’m sure when Lou had the concept of confining women, she thought of giving them sandwiches or something, but it’s not a fucking picnic.

I saunter out to the hallway. The girls quiet down and cower under my masked face.

“Doing alright?”

“Fuck you,” Leah shouts. I can only laugh before turning the music up and getting my wheelbarrow .

After a few hours, I’ve cleaned up enough and turn off most of the lights before heading up to the house. I shower and start rooting through the cupboards to prepare dinner. The smallest thing I can do is make her a meal.

As I’m cutting up vegetables for a salad to go with the black-bean burgers, she comes through the door, her dark blue uniform straining against her luscious body.

“My eyes are up here,” she jokes.

I grin before walking over to her and kissing her forehead. “How was your day?”

“Don’t even get me started. What a bullshit day. So busy, and Leah didn’t show up, not a call or anything. Can you believe the fucking audacity?”

I want to tell her, but I think it’ll make her angrier at this moment.

“Why don’t you go grab a hot shower and some comfy clothes? By then, dinner should be ready.”

She grins up at me. Using her long nails, she runs them over my scalp.

“What would I do without you?” Her attention lowers and I hope to fucking God we never have to find out.

I turn back to making supper and she heads upstairs.

Looking out over the side yard, I think about how long to keep the women. I know Lucy wants a genuine answer to her research, and I’ve done so well in keeping my promise to help, but the bloodlust is strong and I worry I’ll lose control.

Plating the burgers and adding the salad, I pour her an iced tea and grab my water.

“I gotta do your hair tonight. I almost forgot.”

“If you’re too tired, darlin’, you don’t have to bother about it. We have time,” I tell her and she sits across from me.

“Never! I’ll always keep my word. It’s important to me.”

I grin at her, and we go back to talking about her day as we eat.

“Did you know that I’d rather die than kiss anyone but you?”

“Don’t be an idiot.” She shakes her head and finishes the last bites from her plate.

“I’m not, Lou. You’re the only person I ever want forever.”

“Billy, I love you.”

Lucy squeezes my shoulder and clears the plates. While she does, I read over what she’s written in the past few days.

“This doesn’t work,” I tell her.

“What?”

“Choreography is important. How is he possibly fucking her this way?” I glance from the words on the screen to her face .

“I’ll show you after.” She giggles, but turns back to the dishes. I continue reading and note that we’ll have to check out the position later.

“Did you think about the abduction more?” Her voice is quiet and I stretch, hanging my arm over the chair.

“Yeah, I’ll get it done.”

She grabs my hand and tries to tug me up, but I pull her onto my lap. Lucy wraps her arm around my neck, and I nuzzle against her.

“I’ll let you know what I find out,” I whisper.

“If you don’t want to, it’s—”

I pick her up and haul her over my shoulder before heading up the stairs. “Nope, not interested in whatever you have to say.”

I strip off my shirt, and she grabs the supplies to dye my hair. I stare up at her while she works. Her face is so fucking perfect.

The freckles across her skin are like stars. I want to make wishes on them to keep her forever.

“You gawking at me is annoying.”

I roll my eyes. She finishes up and pulls her gloves off before caressing my chin. I lower my mouth and bite her fingers with a smirk.

“I thought you were a vegetarian! It’s been a distraction for the cannibalism.”

“Did you know if you consent and I don’t kill you, I can eat you?” I grin at the horrified look on her face .

“Don’t worry, I’ll only eat you in one way, which, actually, we need to test the position.”

“Wash your hair and I’ll meet you in the bedroom,” she says after washing her hands.