Page 19 of Twisted Diaries of a Monster Groupie

Dear Diary,

Look at me rubbing elbows with a celebrity. Well, I’m rubbing something, but it’s not elbows. Wink-wink!

XOXO – Roxy

A few days later, Acid’s phone buzzed on the table beside the bed just as they were about to doze off for the night. He ignored it and snuggled back under the blanket with Roxy’s arm draped over his chest. The blue light of the TV flickered across the room with thesounds of horror movie screams echoing through the house. For once, there was peace. No monster-making, no goons banging at the door, just the two of them lost in their twisted little world. But that peace wasn’t meant to last.

“Answer the phone before I turn off the both of you,” Roxy mumbled. She nuzzled her face against his shoulder, refusing to be woken after hours of the kinky playtime they’d just shared.

“Let it ring. It’s probably Carl. Whatever you did to his chip he thinks he’s asuper agent now. He’s driving me nuts.”

“At least he’s working and not ripping you off.”

After a few rings, the call finally stopped. Acid settled back into the warmth of the bed, his eyelids growing heavy again.

Then, it buzzed once more.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” he muttered, reaching for the phone without checking the caller ID. “What the fuck do you want?”

“Sorry to call so late but I’m busy, busy, busy. Working hard for my best client,” came a chipper voice on the other end.

Acid rolled his eyes flopping back with the phone to his ear. The man was overly enthusiastic on a normal day, but after Roxy’s little adjustment, Carl had been downright unbearable in his cheery disposition. “Carl, it’s the middle of the night. Go to bed.”

“Life’s too short. Sleep when you die. Just wanted to remind you that your movie premiere is in two days. You’re still coming, right?”

Acid rubbed his forehead, the memories of everything they’d been through the last few days flooding back. “I don’t know, man. Things are complicated right now. This thing with Donnie—”

“Don’t be silly. You’ve got to come. You’re the star. Everyone in the industry will be there. It’s your big night!”

Roxy lifted her head, her sleepy eyes narrowing at him. “Tell him to call back in the morning. I need my beauty sleep.”

“I’m trying. You need to adjust his chip. You had to make him more productive, didn’t you?”

She scoffed in annoyance as she laid back down, pulling the blanket over her head.

“Acid, baby,” Carl continued, oblivious to the tension on the other end of the line, “I know things have been rocky with Donnie, but you can’t hide forever. You’re a superstar, Big Green. A real-life monster icon. Plus, I’ve taken care of everything. Donnie’s crew thinks you’ll be overseas for an appearance, just like you told me. Before they find out you were in LA, the whole event will be over.”

Acid hesitated, unsure if Carl was telling the truth or just trying to get him to the event for the paparazzi. “You’re sure?”

“Absolutely. Oh, and I’m throwing you a private party the night of the premiere in your honor. It’s going to be legendary!”

Roxy peeked out from under the blanket, her curiosity piqued. “A party?”

Acid’s brow furrowed, unsure of how to respond, but Carl’s relentless positivity was hard to ignore. “I’ll think about it. But if anything goes sideways—”

“Nothing will. Trust me. See you in two days.”

With that, Carl hung up, leaving his green client to stare at the phone in disbelief. He tossed it back onto the bedside table, shaking his head. “That guy’s way too chipper for someone who’s technically a reanimated corpse.”

Roxy smirked, shifting so she was facing him, her chin resting on his chest. “I know you’re worried he might betray you, but we can trust him. I did my best work on his brain. He’s not the same douchebag he was before this.”

“I guess you’re right. He’s not exactly in his right mind, thanks to you.”

“I call that an improvement. The guy was a class-A prick. He’s got you booked for two more movies this year. At least he’s working and not stabbing you in the back.”

“So, what do you think? Should we go?”

“We?” Her eyes twinkled mischievously. “Are you asking me on a date?”

“Yeah, I am. So, what do you say, princess?”

“Hell yes!” she squealed, kissing his face over and over. “And if things go wrong, we’ll have to deal with them like we always do.”

“And how’s that?”

“Make more monsters.”

He chuckled, pulling her closer. “You sound way too excited about that.”

“It’s a dream come true. I’m finally getting to live out my dad’s legacy and make him proud.”

“I’m sure he already is. I know I am.”

The TV flickered in the background, casting a soft glow over them. A blood-curdling scream came from the speakers only a classic horror movie could produce, echoing through the room. Roxy’s eyes darted to the screen, her lips curling into a smile as the gore unfolded.

“You love this stuff, don’t you?”

“What’s not to love? My dad used to watch them with me when he had me on weekends. We’d make it our daddy/daughter dates complete with popcorn and stay up all night to talk about my problems. Other than you, he’s the only one who ever understood me. He listened. When I was picked on at school, he made me feel better by telling me fear was only useful in the movies.”

“That’s nice. He really loves you, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah. I haven’t felt loved like that until… never mind.”

But he knew what she meant to say. She’d never felt love before now, with him. He felt it too, but how could he ever tell her in the mess they found themselves in?

As the screams continued, Roxy shifted, her hand sliding across his chest. The movement was slow as circles with her fingertips tickled his skin and the tension between them rose. Her fingers trailed lower, teasing him as she kept her eyes glued to the screen. Finding his happy trail, she followed it below his boxers until she found her favorite green treat.

“Until what… mmm .”

“ Shh . Forget about that,” she said, her voice a sultry purr. “Love is a useless emotion made up by the greeting card companies. But I have other emotions that are much more fun.”

Acid’s breath hitched as her hand continued its path, resting on his already hard cock. “Oh yeah? What emotions are your favorite?”

Leaning in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “Raw passion.”

The heat between them was burning fire hot all over again, and Acid didn’t hesitate. He rolled on her on top of her, their bodies pressed together as the TV continued to blare in the background. The gore on the screen seemed to fuel something primal in both of them, their movements growing more heated with each passing second.

“Raw is just how you’ll be in the morning. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for teasing me this way.”

The glimmer in her eyes shone from the TV light, filled with nothing but naughty thoughts and mischief. “I hope you can keep up.”

He chuckled just before she flipped him to the bed and reached behind the bedpost for something that he truly wasn’t expecting. She grabbed his hands and… Snap! Handcuffed, one hand then the other, right to the bed.

“Roxy, let me out of this thing.”

Booping his nose, she giggled. “You didn’t think I’d kidnap you and not have ideas for a little fun, did you? Roxy wants to play, and she plays rough.”

Laying his head back on the pillow he couldn’t help but be amused, and a little concerned. As small as her sexy and adorable frame was, she was a feisty ball of sass and twice as demented. “You’re such a brat.”

While slipping open the drawer next to her bed, Acid watched as she pulled out kinky contraptions from flogs to vibrators. When she pulled out a butt plug his eyes went wide.

“Wanna play?” she teased.

“What do you plan on doing with that?”

She just snickered with mischief.

“Roxy, that thing better be going in you.”

Yet, she giggled again, slowly moving down the bed, shaking it at him. He knew what she was thinking, but didn’t she know the strength of a Frank-n-man in his prime would far outweigh her? The silly handcuff he was letting her play with wouldn’t hold him.

He squirmed, glaring at her. “Don’t do it, princess. I won’t hesitate to—”

“Frankie code 4201…!” she clapped before he went blank for a moment.

“Roxy, what did you do… Frankie chip, activated . Waiting for the prime owner's directive. ”

“Submissive mode… Return to Acid Green.”

In a flash, he was back, and she was laughing hysterically.

“What the fuck did you just do?”

She wagged the plug at him again, teasing, “Maybe you shouldn’t have let me tinker with your chip, pretty boy. Now let’s have some real fun. Who’s your beautiful, adorable, cute, funny, and smart little Master?”

“You are, Master… Fuck Roxy! Why did I say that?” He was fuming and he squirmed, trying to break free of the handcuffs, but the implant was fighting against him, allowing her to do whatever depraved thing she wanted. Some part of him secretly liked the idea, despite the protest. “When I get out of these things I’m going to fuck you sore.”

“Did you say sore?”

“Roxy… Roxy… No… Ah! Oh fuck!” His body shivered as she placed the plug in his ass, waiting for his response when the vibration started. “Oh… my gosh…”

“You like it, don’t you?”

“Fuck… yes… Damn, why do I like it? I need you on my cock right now before I fucking explode.”

“Patience, little monster. Roxy wants to play.” Grabbing the flog, she stood over him in a fit of tinkered giggles. “I’m going to punish you for being a bad boy.”

“You’re not very good at this, sweetheart. I’ll let you play dominatrix but when I’m back to normal you’re in trouble.”

She smacked across his chest, making him chuckle. With a pout, she looked so disappointed she wasn’t able to dominate him the way she wanted. Again, she smacked him, and he winced, only trying to make her feel better this time.

“Oh, baby. Make Daddy proud. Spank me like you mean it.”

Flopping on the bed, she pouted with her arms folded over her chest. “You’re cheating.”

“Cheating how?”

“You’re supposed to cry out in pain or… something.”

“Well, it hurts, but I like pain. It gets me off. Fuck baby, do it again.”

“Really?”

“This time, make it hurt. I told you I like it rough.”

Jumping to her feet, she tried again, watching him wreath under the snap of her flog, each whip making reddish whelps on his green flesh. It almost made him seem to come alive.

“Fuck, harder! Smack me!”

She did, as the echoes from the screams on the TV caught her attention. It wasn’t the horror on the screen that got her excited, it was the screams. The very close relationship of screams of horror sounded much like lovemaking.

“You want to scream like that, don’t you? My pretty little scream queen.”

Yes. Yes, she did. In an instant, she was ready to be the one begging.

“Acid Green… Turn off submission mode. Return to free will mode.”

“Oh, baby girl, you shouldn’t have done that.”

It was seconds before Acid ripped the handcuffs from where she affixed them to the bedpost, sending shards of wood flying. The look in his eyes wasdangerous as he stood, stalking his prey. Watching her back away from the bed only made him more excited for the chase as he approached.

She watched as his hard member came fully erect when she was backed against the wall. Expecting him to go complete monster mode and destroy the whole place just to get to her, she bit her lip with excitement. This was better than horror. This was downright physical madness, and she craved every kinky moment.

“No. Don’t… Don’t kill me,” she played along.

“I won’t kill you, but I sure as fuck am going to eat you.”

In one quick swoop, he was on her, pressing her to the wall as the plug in his ass continued to vibrate. “You shouldn’t have put this thing in me, princess. Now I’m going to have to put it to good use.”

Lifting her body, he pressed her to the wall, using his leg to spread her wide for him. In one quick motion, he ripped her panties free and thrust his big green cock in her so hard she screamed in unison with the massacre playing on the television.

“That’s it. Scream for me. Scream!”

With each thrust, Roxy let out wails of pleasure. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging deep into his flesh. The vibration from the plug not only satisfied him but was doing wonders for her as it brought them to the brink.

Resting his lips against her ear, he warned, “You’re going to regret that little trick you played. I want full control of this pussy from now on, understand?”

She smirked in defiance, but he wasn’t having any of her sass as she pounded into her. He gripped her throat, sending another warning. “I said, do you understand?”

“Acid… I can’t breathe.” She squirmed, realizing the serious power he had over her.

“Say it!”

“I understand.”

“Not that. Give me what I want. Who’s really the Master here, princess?”

When he gripped harder, her legs started to tremble, and she knew. This man owned every part of her, including her quivering pussy.

“You! Fuck Acid. You’re my Master… I’m… I’m cumming!”

He chuckled with satisfaction as he watched her come undone, and aftera few hard strokes more, he was right along with her. When he pulled the plug free and tossed it to the side, he let out a groan before wrapping his arms around her and taking her back to bed.

As he stood over her, his expression softened. “You have to remove those commands, Roxy. I can’t do this if you don’t.”

Watching him sit on the edge of the bed, she saw the weight of what she’d done when he raked his hands through his hair. She’d in many ways lost his trust.

Scooting closer, she wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his back. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It was fun but…”

“But what?”

“I can’t be like those others out there. Your dad gave Frankie’s he created free will. He could have altered my brain in such a way I would have been under his full control, but he didn’t.” He turned to look at her, taking her hand. “He wasn’t taking life. He was giving it. Understand?”

“I think so. So, do you think I’m a bad person for what I did to Mom and Hank?”

“No. I think you were trying to help make them better. He killed her in cold blood, and you were trying to make the best of the situation. Look at your mom. You’re still trying to improve her. Each day she’s getting better. Hank too.”

“And the others?”

“You mean Carl and the assholes who tried to kill us? Fuck them. They deserved this shit.”

“Acid,” she scolded.

“What?” He looked into her sad eyes, seeing the regret in her eyes for making them living drones. He couldn’t deny that part of it was the worst of what they’d done. “Fine. Once this is over, we’ll give them free will, minus the murderous henchmen stuff.”

“Deal. Now, come to bed. I need to feel your cold body against me.”

“I think you’re using me like the cool side of the pillow.”

“Well, yeah. It’s like free air conditioning with a side of amazing kinky sex.”

“You’re going to be the true death of me, baby girl.”

“I’ll be right along with you. You don’t think I’d let you go without me, do you? Who would kidnap you in the afterlife?”

He chuckled, pulling her close. Despite this crazy messed up situation they found themselves in, she was right. They were truly meant to be together, now and inthe hereafter.