Page 7 of Twisted Diaries of a Monster Groupie

Dear Diary,

Is it rude to ask a man if the curtains match the drapes? Let’s see if Big Green lives up to his reputation.

XOXO - Roxy

She thought she was going to die of amusement when Acid threw her over his shoulder halfway to the room and carried her like a Neanderthal through the hotel. He didn’t even care when a group of mortified older women were grasping their pearls as his free hand went under her tulle skirt to play with her ass in the elevator. He was never one to be subtle and the way he was manhandling her was setting her lady parts on a one-way trip to his neon-colored bone zone.

Should she be going along with this? Probably not. But she damn sure wasn’t about to protest getting her hands on Mr. Green and Gritty. This was the hottest thing that had ever happened in her whole life. Acid Green was about to have his way with her, and she was almost sure she’d let him do any freak-nasty thing he wanted.

Once they stepped out onto her floor, Roxy stuck out her tongue, a thumb to her nose, and an unspoken na-na-na-na-na taunt to add a little insult to injury, directed at the old hags. She was sure the women would faint dead away when Acid told her was going to fuck her so hard the whole hotel would be saying his name. All she saw as the sliding doors closed behind them were two ladies covering their mouths in horror, and the older granny giving her two thumbs up with a cheeky grin.

When Acid got into the room he wasn’t slowing momentum when he kicked the door shut and put her on her feet to body her against it. A tattooed green hand rested beside her head as the other cradled her chin.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight? Big daddy Green won’t hesitate to spank that pretty ass if you get out of line,” he noted as he reached for his belt, pulling it free with one swift tug.

Roxy gasped as he then held it across her throat with a smirk. She should have been a little afraid knowing the danger a keyed-up Frank-n-monster could possess. His power was more than the average woman could handle, but she wasn’t your average girl. She was dangerous in her own right.

“Do your worst.”

“Oh, my little punk princess, my worst is by far my best.”

With one swift movement, he turned her, face pressed to the wooded door. The next thing she knew he used his belt to bind her hands behind her before grabbing a fist of her hair to bend her head back to devore her lips. In defiance, Roxy pretended to struggle but it was only a game she so desperately wanted to play. When she bit his lip, it was a sure sign she was loving every moment.

Once breaking free from the taste of her tongue, his lips lingered against her earlobe and tightened the grip. “Oh, so you want to play rough, huh? I like it when they give a little fight.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

She could practically feel his smirk against her neck as he dragged his lips over the tender spot just below her lobe. “Anything I want.”

“You’re lucky. I just might let you.”

He loved her sass and almost lost his dominance when letting out a chuckle. “You are a naughty one. I’ve never had a human so willing to play my games. Usually, they’re a little scared by now.”

“I don’t get scared, gore boy. I get even.”

“Then by all means, let’s get dirty, shall we?” In one swift pull, he grabbed the belt bound around her wrist and led her to the bed as he started to undo his pants and kick his shoes free. “This is going to hurt. I hope you’re a screamer.”

“Don’t tease me with a good time. A girl could get the wrong idea.”

“Oh, you don’t think I’ll enjoy hurting you?”

“Only in the best way.”

Biting her bare shoulder, he agreed. “Oh, sweetheart there is a thin line between pleasure and pain, and I love testing the limits. Let’s see how much you can take of both.”

Shoving her to the bed, she fell to her side as she looked up at him, watching him pull his clothes free from his hard, muscle physique. Her chest rose and fell as she panted, desperate for her touch again. He was giving into her most carnal desires, and she found herself his willing prey when the dangerous look in his eyes gave her a shiver.

When Acid stepped closer, his hard and fully erect member bounced as he kneeled on the bed reminding her of her favorite candy apple suckers. The sight of his thick green cock was like a kinky treat that she would be more than pleased to enjoy. Her mouth watered, wanting a taste to see if it was as sweet as she imagined.

The tattoos that lined his chiseled frame mimicked being stitched together like the original monster plans in the classic novel that mirrored her studies. Unlike the famed Frank-n-monster icon, his tight flesh was varying shades of toxic green that looked good enough to lick from head to toe.

As she took in the sight of the perfect man derived from her genius, her breathing hitched, yearning for his touch.

And then… she saw it. How he died.

A wound to the heart, fitting for their macabre night of spirited romance.

She gulped down tension once realizing what may have brought his fate. “How did you do it?” she asked, resting her head on the pillow, admiring every inch of him.

He looked down, and then his eyes flicked back to her as his finger rubbed over the spot, a hint of pride on his lips. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? A true reminder of my death. So many are afraid of the unknown, but I relish in it.”

“How did it happen?” She thought she knew but needed to hear it.

He smirked as his yellow eyes smiled at her; head tilted in a curious tone of satisfaction. “I could have chosen an easy way out, but I wanted it to hurt. I needed to feel pain. It’s from a dagger that was a family heirloom. The scientist who reanimated me wouldn’t do it, so I rammed the fucker in my heart and twisted the blade myself. I was already hurting from my brother’s death, so why not die by the blade that killed him.”

She almost couldn’t believe her ears. That wasn’t what she expected to hear. She’d been told her father killed him with his own hands. She needed to know more if only to put the pieces together. If that was true, her father never killed him, but still an accessory to his murder by default when using Acid’s corpse for the reanimation studies.

“How did your brother die?” she asked as she watched him reach to play with the hem of her skirt.

The look in his eyes softened for a moment, and she could see pain there that she knew too well. This man had felt mourning.

“A freak accident when we were kids. We were playing with my father’s knife collection, and I was chasing him while playing pirates. He slipped on the hardwood floor and the dagger in my hand stabbed into his heart. He was only eight years old, and I never got over it. It was my fault he died. I had to make him play pirates when he wanted to watch cartoons instead. When I pulled out the blade, I just stood there fascinated with the blood that seeped from the wound and didn’t even go for help. I watched him bleed out. Every day of my living life I lived with regret.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you. I know what the pain of grief can do. You can’t blame yourself though, Acid. You were just a child.”

“I suppose. You know, I saw him in my death just beyond the point of limbo. He was waiting for me in this bright light.” He shrugged, shaking it off. “Unfortunately for me, I came back in a flash. I paid a scientist to help me come back to this foul world when I could have been with him. Greed does things to a man, and I made my choices, however disturbed they were. The old Acid wanted fame and now I’m paying my penance, undead for the rest of my days. But I got what I wanted, didn’t I.”

She rolled her eyes as she sat up slightly. “I’d say you know a lot about greed, don’t you? You are being hunted down by loan sharks.”

He gritted his teeth; angry she’d even mention it. Grabbing her dress, he was through telling her his sob story. He didn’t need the lecture. “Enough talk, princess. It’s time to play.”

In an instant, his demeanor went from calm to animalistic rage, grabbing the skirt with both hands. “Did you make it yourself?”

“Yes,” she breathed, ready for him to rip it free.

“Too bad I’m going to have to ruin it.” He winked, teasing her to the very moment he tore it free. After he ripped the skirt from her body, he then went for the corset, both shredded without any effort.

His chest heaved in lustful want, sweat beginning to bead on his chest before he licked his lips. When he looked down at her porcelain skin below him, he was in awe. The only imperfection he could see on her beautiful body was a small, heart-stitched tattoo just above her hip with his initials pinpointing that she was his before he ever claimed her. The perfect Frank-n-bride.

That was it. He had to stop thinking what he was thinking. Frankenstein monsters had one major vise beyond his gambling addiction: the need to find a mate. He shook the thoughts of a bride in white from his mind just before he flipped her over and gripped her hips to thrust into her already soaking-wet sex with such force he thought he’d cum before he even moved his hips.

“Fuck,” he groaned as she screamed out in return. “You’re so tight, baby.”

“Acid… Oh yes… Deeper. Fill me!”

Her legs shook as she lost all sense of reality. The more she begged, the harder he thrust, gripping his fingers into her tender flesh that would surely leave a bruise.

“That’s it. Scream my name. Let everyone hear what I’m doing to you.”

Thrust after thrust, his grip went to the binding on her wrist for better leverage as she pleaded for more. When he pulled her body to his chest, he held her close, feeling the warmth he missed so much. Many women he’d held to his body as he took every inch, but Roxy was different. He tried to push those thoughts of attraction away, but something told him she was special.

“You feel so good. You take this green cock so well. Look at you, a dripping, shaking mess. Just like I pictured it. Perfect.”

As he pounded into her, rolling his hips with each deep drawn-out thrust, her breathing became a desperate plea for release. “I’m so close. Please Acid, make me cum.”

“Not yet. I need to see those beautiful eyes when I make you come undone.”

He set her arms free, turning her to face him. It wasn’t like him to need such intimacy. He was used to a quick one off then out the door. With her body lying sprayed out on the bed, and her short hair framing her lovely face, he slowly entered her again knowing this one was special.

In… Out… Each slow ride was a promise of something more. He tried to push the need for companionship to the recesses of his mind, failing miserably. He went from dominating possession to tender touch, and he didn’t even know why. His hand laced over her neck, gripping it gently as the look in her eyes gave him everything he searched for.

“Make love to me…” she begged.

He hated it. He hated every moment of wanting to do just that. Why was he allowing a woman he’d just met to control his cock this way? But she did. She owned him and he knew it. He was the one to be the dominant, yet here he was, submitting to a goth woman he barely knew.

His teeth gritted trying to take back control. He was the one to place a claim. But no. She was in control, and he didn’t understand one bit of why he desperately wanted to give in. If she asked him to beg on his knees for her, he would, willingly.

“Princess, you’re playing a dangerous game.”

“Dangerous?”

“I don’t make love. I fuck.”

As he peppered kisses on her neck, she smiled as her arms enveloped him. She could feel him relax as the heat of her skin warmed his cool flesh and he let out a sigh of relief.

“Damn you, woman. You’re so warm… so… perfect.”

“ Shh … Just let it go. Let me warm your undead soul.”

As his forehead rested against her shoulder, it was all he could do to hold himself together. If those stitches across his skin had been real, he was sure he would come unraveled at the seams. He was known to be a tough guy, fearless without a care in the world. Now, here he was, letting this beauty take over the most vulnerable side of him.

As he picked up the pace again, he looked into her lovely eyes, seeing more than lust there. He knew that look but hadn’t felt it himself in either lifetime.

As he made love to her, images of the last of his reanimation process flashed in his mind. There on the surgery table, he lay in wait as the doctor finished the process. He remembered a small, blurred photograph of a woman with curly red hair and the loveliest smile looking back at him from across the room on the scientist’s desk. While tests were being done, his focus rested there. Tweaks to his mind took place and slowly she came into view. There on that table, his weak mind fell in love with a woman, and he didn’t even know her name. He asked the doctor who she was, just before the radiation leak made him black out from pain.

As he pictured Roxy being that image of the woman, he made slow love to her. He poured everything into the moment when she quivered in his arms through the immense orgasm that left them both weak.

“To the grave and back. You’re mine,” he whispered thinking he was talking in his head.

She smiled as he lay beside her and pulled her close. Long into the night, they went from hardcore sex to lovemaking, over and over again. When at last they were stated, she fell asleep in her lover’s arms, and her tainted mind was content for the first time in years.

And he… a confused monster.

“What have I done?”