The Fallen Angel

2 months later:

“What did you want? Don’t tell me you missed me” he asked upon entering the room with a soft smile on his full lips. The truth was I did miss his company and was getting bored quickly. “And what if I did?” I cheered playfully “If you did then we’d both be in trouble.” And his grin grew to a full faced smile that must have brought women to their knees upon seeing it. “No… don’t. I know that look.” “Oh yeah and what look is that?” “That’s the ‘I’ve got trouble up my sleeve look, you’re enough trouble as is.” “Oh, going soft on me, are you? I’m not up to anything.” “I don’t believe that for a minute. Now tell me, why did you bring me down here?” “I missed you.” “Be serious. I’ve got other things to-” His lips were as soft as I’d imagined them to be. As I pressed my mouth onto his it was the first thing I could think of. I wanted more, and I took it. Slowly, I opened my lips bringing out my tongue. I wanted to taste him, more than I had already. Which is funny considering most people go from kissing to swallowing cum, piss, and other things, but hey this is the hand I was dealt. At first, I was afraid he would hardly kiss me back, but then he opened his full lips too, as if inviting me further. I took it without hesitation and reveled in tasting his breath, feeling his tongue, gods yes. My hands fisted in his hair and his shirt, pulling him closer to me or me closer to him I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that I wanted him, and from the way he grabbed me back, he wanted me. Our tongues swished and flicked, each of us taking our time tracing the other’s lips. I sucked his between my teeth until blood puckered then licked it away with my tongue, savoring the taste of his blood. He nipped at me before capturing my full attention again and driving his tongue deep into me. I let him because gods it felt so good to have him exploring my body with his. Each breath he exhaled I sucked down as if it might be my last. “I told you I missed you…” I said after finally pulling away with a smile on my lips. He just stood there, like a statue. Silent. “Well, say something.” Nothing. Nothing until he turned and swung open the door, not even bothering to lock it behind him before disappearing down the hall. I suddenly felt the emptiness of the room and felt so raw. Like I was being completely overcome by something indescribable and then it was just ripped away. I slammed the door shut. Fucking asshole psycho. This was different than every other time we hooked up before. This was… this was a need I didn’t know I had for him. Everything else had been cold, hard, lust but this was like fire. This didn’t just make my body come alive for him but my heart. This was definitely different.

I awoke on my bed to the sound of the giant metal door screeching open. “I was wondering when you’d show your face in here again. What not talking?” “Get in the cage.” “What?!” “Get. In. The cage.” “Why?” “I wasn’t asking. Don’t you fucking talk back to me.” “Or what.” His left arm shifted from behind him, his eyes staying on the cage as I fully took him in. He was pissed. At me or at the world I didn’t know. But one thing was for sure, he wasn’t playing with me. My body instinctively backed up a hairs’ inch from the cattle prod which he kept by his side. His eyes snapped to mine then, seeing that subtle shift. I think somehow that made him angrier. “Okay. I’ll get in.” He moved, and pain unlike anything I’d ever felt burned in my thigh. I fell to the floor, unable to hold my weight. Tears rushed down my face at the agonizing pain which had my body trembling. Even with tears on my cheeks I looked up at him through my lashes, venom pouring out of my eyes. Fucking psycho. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, like he was trying not to lose it. So, I crawled. Just below his knees like a fucking animal, I crawled hoping he wouldn’t prod me again to get in faster. Now I was pissed. I hadn’t been in this cage for weeks, and to be put back in it, like this, made me despise it all over again. Fuck this cage, fuck him for doing this to me, for any of it and all of it. I sat back on my ass and brought my knees to my chest, never breaking eye contact with him. “You gonna tell me what this is all about?” “I’m doing this to you because I can. You… you have no privileges here, no rights, or say so in here. You are nothing more than a bitch with holes for me to use and skin to carve” he said through gritted teeth. “You wish I was just that.” I didn’t even see him move, perhaps I should’ve been watching his hands instead of those dark, midnight eyes that I always fell captive to. This time it was my left foot, the top of it. I cried out and gritted my teeth as the pain worked its way through me. “Say something dumb like that again, I dare you, little bitch.” “You think just because you put me in this cage that I’m some animal for you to abuse” “Watch yourself. You are my mine, don’t ever forget that I own you now. Your body-” he reached through the cage with his cattle prod, and I instinctively shivered away, which brought a twisted smile to his face, “is mine. Your skin and bones to me, nothing more. If I want to skin, you alive and fuck you when your nothing but muscles and tissue then I will. If I want to slash a hole in your neck and stick my cock in it just to see what it really feels like in your throat, I will. Remember your place.” His midnight eyes were dead and cold. An internal shiver ran through my blood as I faced the monster in front of me. I guess I had been wrong. Maybe that smile from earlier was only in my imagination. Maybe I really am losing it if I’m starting to think of this psycho as anything but that. My eyes found the floor suddenly very entertaining, my blood boiling. “That’s what I thought.” He tapped the side of the cage with the cattle prod one last time, electrocuting every inch of my body. I writhed and shook but there was no escape. My naked body unable to hide from the burning electricity that engulfed me. After what seemed like an eternity, it ended, and I was left barely able to breathe past the fire in my lungs. “I’ll see you tomorrow, maybe.” And then he was gone.

1 month later:

A full faced yawn took over my face for about 10 seconds. He didn’t mind. We’d hardly cared much about each other’s bodily any things. I mean, especially since that first night I was here, he’d already seen me at my most embarrassing, and I’d seen him just about as raw as I could these past months. “Tired?” he asked over his shoulder, still scrubbing the pan he used to cook tonight’s dinner. I never knew I was into lamb until he brought it down to me a few weeks ago. Now I asked for it almost every night. “It’s your cooking, it always makes me ready for bed” “Well the faster you fall asleep,” he said deepening his tone as he dried off the dishes, “the faster I can sneak in and abuse your sweet holes while you’re none the wiser.” I smiled at his own expression of pure sin which always made my toes curl. He noticed and that smirk of his grew. Kai placed the dishes away in the dark wood cupboards then immediately turned his full attention on me. “Ready?” I asked sliding my butt off the dark marble countertop which I parked myself in every night. His head twisted and his eyes became speculative then dropped to the ground. “What if we…” he cleared his throat, bracing his arms on the island across from me, “Let’s stay up here for a bit. Come on, I’ll light us a fire.” He pushed off the island to move towards the door and me. “Feeling romantic, are we?” I asked playfully, “Only in your dreams, little bitch” though he kissed the top of my head anyway. With one arm around me, he guided me to the front room, a room I’d been in rarely but wasn’t totally unfamiliar with. As we passed by the front door, I couldn’t ignore the extensive locking system that ran all the length of the large oak door. There were hardly any windows in the apartment and the ones that did exist were covered with plywood. But still, this place had a certain beauty to it. The apartment was the built on the bones of old New York, back when Victorian architecture was all the rage. I loved picking out all of the small details laid within the crown moldings, the grand staircase, and ceramic tiles. This place was truly a beautiful, almost gothic styled home. My Pinterest would have loved taking photos and curating them under a board called “Dark Academia Elite” or some bullshit like that. As I glanced around, appreciating every detail, I hadn’t realized he was staring at me. “What?” “You like the house.” Not a question, I realized. “Yeah, I do. There’s detail everywhere. It’s beautiful.” “Maybe tomorrow I’ll let you explore it a bit more.” “Really?” I asked wishfully, not sure whether to believe him or not. So many games of his have begun just this way of leading me into a false sense of security only to rile an unmeasurable amount of fear from within me. I fucking loved those games; it always kept me excited and anticipating his next move. But this didn’t feel like a game, this felt like a real conversation between us. “Yeah, why not. There’s a lot more to this house than just that dingy basement.” “I like that dingy basement.” I said coming to sit by him now as he stoked the fire and I shivered. “Only you could be cold in front of a fire.” “It’s not my fault. I told you-” “It’s the birth control, I know I know. Let me go grab you a blanket.” I smiled absentmindedly to myself as his soft footsteps retreated through the house then came back a second later. A plush, wool blanket fell across my back before he draped it over my shoulders then sat down next to me. I looked at him for a long moment before flinging part of it at him in a silent demand. His lips tipped up, knowing exactly what I wanted even as his eyes still studied the fire. He shook his head and slid the blanket over his legs but made no move to get closer. Fine, I’d take what I could get. He smiled, staring blankly into the flames as if seeing something within his mind. “What is it?” “Nothing.” “It’s not nothing. I can see it all over your face. You can tell me.” “Why?” “Because who else am I going to tell?” I stared around the big empty room before turning back to him. “You can tell me.” And those words, inlaid with thousands of promises, I truly meant it. He could tell me anything and I would not run, not even to my cage in the basement. But the war inside him was not done. He shook his head and stared right back into those flames. Defeated, I simply sat next to him in silence, waiting for him to make the next move. “I’ve always been like this you know… Evil.” He stared into the flames as I waited patiently for him to keep going. “I’ve always secretly enjoyed the thought of hurting people, of seeing their blood pour out of their bodies. Of seeing my hands rip and peel and play with bodies as if they were nothing but toys. And somewhere along the way they became that, just toys. But imagine having a toy that could talk back.” He said, his face finally coming back to pin me in my place as his midnight eyes devoured my every inch of existence. “This is a horrible analogy, I know, but their screaming and begging- it was just all part of the game. It’s what they were supposed to do. But…” he stopped, chewing on his lip as if contemplating every word that he let slip free. “But I feel like I’ve met you. I was never really close with my parents growing up and I’m an only child so people and me… my relationships with people have never really been, I don’t know. I guess what I’m trying to say is this, I’ve always been someone else for others. I’ve never been just who I am with people, not even my parents. And I just feel like…” “Like you’re not alone anymore” I finished for him. I understood exactly what he was trying to say, because I felt the same way. His surprise was written all over his face as I took his hand in mine and began my explanation. “I had a normal childhood. I had loving parents, I had a few friends, and I played outside until the streetlamps came on. My parents got divorced when I was 11, and we switched towns and moved homes. I was bullied in almost every grade of school, but never anything bad, just superficial shit. But I have had no real trauma to explain why I… Why I have this darkness within me. I’ve kept it secret ever since I didn’t know what it was but knew of its existence. I’ve had these… urges since I was in the second grade. I don’t know why, one day they just appeared. And I didn’t know how to satisfy them. Of course, I didn’t even know what it was for the longest time. When I was in middle school, I took one trip to Pornhub and immediately went down a bdsm rabbit hole of rapey gangbangs and bondage dungeons. It was all I watched, all I wanted to watch. But it’s always seemed to grow with me, as I got older, it got stronger, or hungrier. I tried talking to my friends about it one day, at church camp of all places, and they tied me naked to a makeshift cross and just left me out there.” Now it was my turn to stare into the fire. It took all of me not to pull my hand from his and rub my wrists. “A camp counselor found me just before dawn and got me down, but I refused to tell him what happened. I was so convinced that something was truly wrong with me. That there was this sickness within, surely put there by the devil himself-” I joked finally looking to him again, but his eyes were intense as ever. “Anyway, I hated myself for years. I tried to become something I wasn’t to appease other people in my congregation. And no matter how many knee-length dresses or how thick my accent got; it never really went away. At the end of the day, I would still writhe in my bed when no one was home and keep this secret part of me locked away. It took running away to California to finally accept who I was, to finally embrace that part of me and love it as I did the rest of me. I don’t know where it came from but it’s there. It’s been my big secret forever from everyone, and even with me embracing that fact, I could still never talk about it with my friends, definitely not my family. I’ve been wearing my own mask ever since I could remember, but I don’t have to with you… I even have this scar to prove it. It’s the only part of my body I hate.” “Show me.” I shifted off of my knees and onto my butt, closer to him as I did it, and he pulled me back against him as he pressed a kiss to my exposed shoulder. I lavished in that little act of intimacy as I pulled my knee up to my chest and showed him. “I fell on my knees after they cut me down from the cross. I cried so violently I wouldn’t let them move me. I stayed that way until I was sure I wouldn’t cry in front of those mean girls. And when I finally got up, my knees were pouring blood. This scar reminds me of the worst day of my life.” For a long moment we just sat there. His hands lightly tracing the scar in between running up and down my legs. The soft crackle of the fireplace settled my beating heart and the hardness of his chest which I now fully rested my back upon grounded me further. I felt each of his steady breathes and found myself leaning more and more into him. His usually violent hands moved so graciously over my legs that new goosebumps arose in their wake. He moved to cover them with the blanket, but my hand flew to his to stop it. “No.” “You’re cold” “No, I’m not.” I tipped my head back finding his midnight eyes peering down at me with a thousand questions in between them. But I wasn’t going to answer any of them, not for him and not for me. Slowly, as if he thought he might scare me off, his hand traced from my scarred knee up my thigh, then to my stomach, grazing just in between my breasts and landing on my jaw. He held me there, our breath mixing with the closeness of our faces. On instinct I opened my mouth so as to taste his breath even more than I felt it and in the next second his mouth captured that breath on my own. I was surprised for one second and not a second more. In the next second I was wordlessly begging him for me. Our bodies were like magnets, he reached I reached. Where he moved, I moved. His hand gripped my jaw pulling me closer as if he couldn’t get enough, would never get enough. I gripped his dark curls earnestly as to press him closer into me. I wanted all of him. In between ragged breaths we found ourselves each moving flush to one another. Heat like nothing I’d ever felt filled my body as my fingers dove under his t-shirt, gripping at his back to bring him closer to me, as if we could get any closer. His body moved, snakelike on top of me as he shifted us so that his legs lay between mine, his body on top of me pressing me down as I arched up to meet him. My nails clawed at his back just as his tongue danced within my mouth promising to consume every bit of me and replace it with him. I let him. I gave over every part of myself to him in that moment, completely surrendering not because he demanded it or threatened me to, but because I wanted to. I was willingly giving up all of myself to him to consume. And in that moment a new rush of ecstasy came over me at the thought of being such a willing victim for him. His tongue lapped with mine, mixing with his breath which tasted of the sweetest spices that only he could ever taste like. I thrust my hips to meet his hanging just inches above me, I wanted him to take me, all of me. But he pushed them right back down into the hardwood floors, his grip unbreakable. I waited, expecting for this beautiful moment of passion and heat, and understanding to be over but instead of pulling away, he went down. Down my jaw and to my neck, his lips traced and licked at the scars he left on my skin. I didn’t understand it, this wasn’t what we did. We’ve never “taken things slow” not like this. But as his teeth sunk into that sweet spot just between my collarbone and my shoulder, a sweet sort of agony began to reveal itself to me. This was us; this could be us, sometimes. I needed the pain as much as he did. I tried to thrust my hips up again, but his hands still held me down. “If you keep doing that, you’re going to take out one of my teeth and then I won’t be able to devour you.” “What…?” But he went right back to kissing and biting his way down my body. I cried out, both for the pleasure and the pain. And when his tongue licked at where his teeth had just sunken into my flesh, I swore I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter for him. He kept going, biting my nipples so hard I felt the cold rush of blood and then him lapping it up like he’d die without his fill. I writhed, trying to stay still as I could but unable to, and he just captured my hands to bring them above my head, holding them there within his iron grip, truly putting me into his favorite helpless position. His hand, so much bigger than mine, kept my wrists pinned as he further exposed me by removing the blanket and finally, finally, kissing and biting on my inner thighs. His other hand held me open and exposed for him and I swear I could hear him moan his appreciation. His fingers, so perfectly dexterous from his medical practice, began playing with my already throbbing pussy. No matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t remain still, my body was too alive. I felt too much. His hand slapped at my clit once then twice sending white hot pain through me. I inhaled deeply, coming alive a little bit more with each time he touched me. Not just his touches made me feel so… alive but it was because they were from him. Someone who was a monster yet not entirely. He saw me as I was, and I saw him as he was. Two people, two souls could never be more raw and exposed to each other than we were right now. And when his full lips wrapped around my clit, I lost it. I lost all sense of time, of space, of anything except him. His tongue lapped just like it did moments ago when his lips were on mine, and I let myself fall further and further for him. I felt how his tongue earnestly dug into my pussy, licking up the wetness dripping on all sides. He drank and drank from me, and I pushed closer. Finally, he released my hands, and they flew straight to his head. I wanted to push him further inside of me. His tongue felt so damn good diving deep into my pussy I was sure I would die just like this or at least I hoped to. My back arched, legs shaking, my body trembling under him as he sucked and licked and slurped. I felt like I was giving bits of my soul to him, and he was consuming me with no hesitation. Release found me and though he didn’t make to move, I pushed him even further into me between my legs. I held him there, my fingers pulling at his scalp as I came apart on his face. My hips writhed up and down, up, and down, before falling with nothing left to keep them up anymore. But he wasn’t done. We’d explored each other’s bodies, our habits, our moans, likes and dislikes for so long, we practically knew every square inch of the other’s skin. Where to touch, where to hurt, where to kiss. But this was something all of its own. His head finally rose and gods I wanted to kiss him so badly as his fingers rose to his face gathering the rest of my release on his chin before shoving those cum soaked fingers in his mouth. “You taste like heaven, baby.” “You are my heaven.” I don’t know why I said it. I was drunk off my orgasm that had to be it. I’d never said anything like that to him before. Not even when I’d had enough orgasms to beg him to stop. Neither of us spoke though, it was like time had stopped entirely as I fearfully gazed down at him and he… he charged at me with purpose like I’d never seen. His mouth captured mine again, intent on devouring me whole it seemed, as his fingers worked at his pants to bring them down. Thank the gods. I let myself forget about that embarrassing comment and let the heat take over again. In one swift move his cock was buried deep inside of me, moving deeper and deeper as if trying to fit himself entirely into me. I writhed closer, my feet planting on either side of us and pushing to bring him deeper into me. And then he pulled all the way out before slamming back into me again. I never got used to the size of his cock, the way it pushed at my walls and made me stretch around him. But I fucking loved it every time. I loved that little sting of pain as he first entered me, always making me choke on my breath and how he’d never give me time to assimilate myself before setting a relentless rhythm of pounding into my tight pussy. It always got me so fucking wet for him when he’d take me like a bitch meant for breeding. But this was different. Each stroke of his cock was purposeful. Each time he pulled himself out of me he kissed me somewhere new on my body before slamming back into me. Each stroke felt like a promise in and of itself. A promise of what I didn’t dare try to understand, not right now. My hands gripped and pulled at him on every inch of flesh I could. I traced my fingers down his back lightly before digging my nails in and dragging them down his skin. It would seem I was making unknown promises of my own tonight. “Fuck, you feel so good clenching around my cock, baby.” He pushed in and I pulled. Our bodies a melding of two broken souls finally revealing themselves to the world, and finally having a place to feel free; to feel welcomed. Our moans with mixed with each other’s in a melody of lust, pain, understanding, and love. His abs flexed as he ground into me, always trying to push himself as deep as he could within. I watched earnestly as his back curled over me, his hands cupping the back of my head keeping me off the hardwood floors beneath us. His face buried into my neck. I bit down on his shoulder just near my lips, hard enough to claim that bit of skin as my own. His stokes became less purposeful and more erratic then. Long strokes turned into deep humping, like he couldn’t help to leave my pussy for even an inch. I moaned and moaned my pleasure, sweet as sin wrapped in silk and tasting of honey. I’d never moaned for him before like this, but I wanted to now. “That’s it baby, take it like the fucking perfect girl you are.” His breathing picked up and his grunts became shakier, shakier, and shakier until one final push in, and his entire body shuddered over me and around me. I felt trapped beneath him but there was no place I’d rather be. His cock pulsed deep within me and I moaned around his lips as I felt his warm cum pouring into me. His breaths finally started to slow down as mine did the same. For a moment we just layed there, slightly shifting our bodies, in sync with the other. Kai pushed himself up on his muscular arms which now trembled and looked deep into my eyes. His midnight eyes were wild and alive, brighter than I’d ever seen. We stared, unsure of what to say or what to do. But it was he who lunged forward once again taking my mouth with his. A final promise it felt like. I kissed him deeply back, pushing up to take more of him. When it was done, we were both still unable to catch our breathes, but there was a smile to our eyes that hadn’t been there before. A lightness filled the space between us, connecting us and pulling us closer together. “Come here, baby” he said extending his arm and pulling the wool blanket up with him. He’d never called me baby before, but I wasn’t going to question him on it when it felt like velvet wrapping around me coming from his smooth voice. I only smiled, broad enough to wrinkle my eyes, and slipped into the curve of his body. Kai’s strong arm came around the middle of my body pulling me closer back onto his chest as I settled my head into his arm. I didn’t know what to say, and I guess he didn’t either judging by his silence. I was just so contented. More satisfied and fulfilled than I’d ever felt. I never wanted to leave this moment, this place, this person. I stared into the fire, trying to come up with something clever to say. But all I could think of was “Thank you.”

The next morning, I woke up on the hardwood floors just before dawn. A chill had set into our bodies that told me it’d been hours since any warmth came from the now darkened fireplace. I looked down at her sleeping form still tucked close into the hard planes of my body and just admired her. For once I felt no pull to violence towards her, or anyone for that fact. I took in every inch of her face, the gleam of her skin and her smile that had been permanently there since last night. All I could think about was her and last night… The most amazing and yet perplexing night of my life. I didn’t think as I was overcome with this need to touch her, to claim her deeply and intimately. To show her that I understood having to put up a mask and that I was honored to know she didn’t feel like she had to wear it around me. My body acted of its own accord in a way to say thank you to her and yet she was the one who said it last night. She was so beautiful in my arms like this. Visible evidence of last night littered her body and mine, but my favorite part was the trail of bite marks leading from her collarbone all the way down to her thighs. They’d stay for a week or two and then I’d be dead set of replacing them immediately.

3 weeks later:

I couldn’t help it. We were both starting to fizzle out. I didn’t want to kill her, no I could never kill her now. But I needed something to cut into and scream for me, I needed someone to be afraid of me. I found this unimpressionable brunette on the upper east side. She was homeless, but not in the way that said she’d been homeless in New York long enough to become familiar with the mole people. No, she seemed more like a runaway girl, no more than 19 years old, her eyes still stuck with terror or shock at this being her new life. It was easy to grab her from behind late last night in the dark alley in which she stumbled past. She fought, but with her body weighing no more than 100 pounds, her hostility felt less like a struggle and more like an embrace. Randall would’ve loved her. But tonight, wasn’t about him, it was about me. Finally, something to really fight back at me in true fear of their life. She kicked this way and that, but she wasn’t nearly strong enough to fend me off. I savored the struggling of her body up against mine, hard as stone, as she writhed and kicked. I could take her at any moment, at this point I was just drawing it out to enjoy the struggle of new prey. Her screams came muffled from behind my hand and I smirked as I felt my dick get hard in my pants at the sound of it. Fuck I couldn’t wait to hear her really scream for me, to see true fear and terror in her eyes which I hadn’t from my girl for the last few weeks.

Even with all the sick, fucked up ways I’d been torturing her recently, she’d gotten off on it so much that she didn’t fear it anymore. She embraced it. Believe me, a certain part of me loved that she did, my psychotic slut. I loved that I could make her feel such pleasure from the sick things I enjoyed doing to her. But I missed seeing her scared. As fucked up as it is, that’s something I needed from this. I got off on the fear, the lack of consent and horror of it all, it made me all the more a monster in their eyes. And I fucking loved being the monster in their worst nightmares. River wanted to fuck her monster. Which is all and well but sometimes, a lot of times recently, I just wanted to break her. I wanted to tear her apart and wipe that seductive look out of her eyes. I wanted to violate and abuse her and show her exactly how I wanted to see her. But that night kept replaying over and over in my mind. That night that she exposed herself to me by telling me she felt the same way for me as I did for her. That night that was so lacking in words but made up for with what we did… I couldn’t help but feeling like if I truly pushed her all the way, which would be incredibly close to death, more than I was comfortable with, then I’d lose her. And losing her, the thought of going back to the way things were before of being… alone. I couldn’t stand it. I’d push that thought away into the back of my mind every time it appeared. I don’t know, even if it didn’t work out long term between us maybe I’d just keep her for company. You know to feel like I do have someone to talk to. She’s the only person to have ever really seen me and not shied away, there was no chance I could live without her now. I don’t know, this whole fucking situation is getting in my head and screwing around, just like her. Which is why I needed a good, old fashioned, distraction. A release that always brought me back down before. The small brunette kept screaming and writhing beneath me but my grip on her was solid. In one second, she’s fighting me and in the next she’s in the back of my trunk, knocked out from the blow to the head I gave her with my bat.

I awoke not because my door was opening but because of another sound, a sound I’d never heard down here. Screaming, I realized as it got louder and louder descending what I knew to be the stairs leading down here. I stood abruptly as I listened to the growing intensity of the screams and wondered what the hell was going on. It’d been months since Kai grabbed me, and only a few weeks since that night upstairs that changed everything. What the fuck was he up to now? The screams mixed with sobs, the girl was begging as he brought her nearer and nearer to the only other room in his basement. I straightened my back and prepared myself for whatever was to come; slightly prepared to fight him on whatever he planned on doing to the girl. The thick door screeched open, and I stood on the east side of the room as he pushed her in, coming behind her holding her arms behind her back. My eyes went wild trying to take in the whole scene. The poor girl’s brown eyes flashed with surprise and hope as she turned her begging to me. I just stood there disordered. “What the hell is this?” I demanded finally meeting his eyes which were focused on the backside of the whimpering girl. “Get out.” “What?!” “Get out little bitch! Go upstairs, entertain yourself. I don’t care, just leave.” “What are you going to do with her?” “That’s not your business” he said, his eyes still taking her in like a dog admiring a new bone. “Kai you can’t do this-” his eyes flashed to mine then and what I saw in them shocked me. It was a murderous and wild starvation I saw there, that look predators get in their eyes at the peak of their frenzy when hunting. It was dangerous, and he’d never looked at me that way. “River! Get out!” I was stunned. I just stood there with my mouth gaping for a moment, unable to move. I still didn’t know what to do really as I stormed out and ran up the stairs, but I did not close the door. Some part of me thought, maybe I’ll rush back down there and demand he let her go. I’ll save that girl and bite his head off for even… even what? He did the same thing to me. I shouldn’t be surprised. And that’s when a crushing blow of embarrassment hits me. I thought, I really thought that that one night changed something in him, in us. It changed something in me… I was a fool to think otherwise for his sake. I’m such a dumb girl! This was just another one of his games, the worst by far, all to break me down making me into a dumb slut for him. I can’t believe I was so silly as to think this psycho could have been changed by me in even the slightest. The screams begin to ring through the apartment, and now, I’m glad I left the basement door open. I sit next to it on the floor letting every scream and shriek of terror remind me that I’m not special, not to him. I let it remind me that I’m just another victim same as her down there and that this… whatever I thought was going on between us was just my silly, stupid imagination. That poor girl is gonna die down there tonight because I haven’t tried harder to escape, to bring the cops down here and have his psycho ass thrown in jail. Each scream she lets out is my fault, and it’s all because I thought I was starting to fall in love.

Hours later I’m soaked in blood. This one was messy, messier than my usual methodology. But gods I needed it. I bathed in her screams, her blood, her broken bones, and open flesh the way Christians do in the River of Jordan. The entire process cleared out my mind completely and when all was finally quiet within, I slit her neck and watched the blood pour from her onto my boots below. It was a beautiful night, a successful night in my opinion. When I finally did trudge upstairs to find my girl, I didn’t expect to find the door left open, or her curled up next to it. She was sleeping, curled into the fetal position on the hard floor. “Hey” I said slightly kicking her “Baby, wake up.” Her body stirred and when she finally did open her eyes and adjust to being awake, I suddenly wished I hadn’t woken her. Her bright blue eyes were live with venom and fire as she glared up at me. “I’ll have the basement cleaned out first thing tomorrow. You’ll sleep with me tonight. Hey, come on.” I added when she still didn’t move from her spot on the floor. “I’d rather sleep in the cage. It’s where I belong anyway.” “Aw baby. What do you mean, where is this coming from?” “Because I’m just another victim to you! I don’t know why the fuck you let me come up here or why you even bother to do all the things you do for me when that’s all I am to you! So let me be just that. Just let me go downstairs and…” her words broke off on a silent sob she tried very hard not to let me see. I crouched down to her level suddenly feeling so badly to see her this way. I didn’t want her to cry, and I especially didn’t want her to think that she was just that to me. She was everything to me now, a breath of fresh air after years of never breathing. But I didn’t know how to communicate that in some fucked up way I have this love for her but I’m still a psycho deep down and so I tortured and killed this girl to satiate that psycho within, but it wasn’t the same because it wasn’t her and somehow, she’s different than the rest. “I’m such a dumb girl” she whispered between sobs, almost to herself but I caught it. “Aw baby, no… No, you’re, you’re not like her. You’re not just a victim to me, I just…” Ah fuck, why couldn’t I just say what I was thinking. Oh, I know. Because I was fucking terrified, she would actually be disgusted with what a sick monster I actually am, and I’m scared to be rejected by her. Fucking feelings, always getting in the way and ruining things. “Is she dead? Are you gonna treat her like your new favorite toy now and be done with me? Huh?” A smile came over my entire face as I realized what was happening. “Poor River, you’re jealous.” I purred over her sobs. Her blue eyes shot right back up and that venom that promised violence looked so fucking cute in this moment. “I am not.” “You are. And it’s cute as hell.” I pulled her closer to me now, easily doing so since she wasn’t fighting me much. Once she was nearly in my lap, I captured her neck in one hand and trailed the other down her stomach slowly with a feather’s pressure. “You’re jealous of that girl that I just beat and cut and abused” I whispered accentuating every word with a kiss on her shoulders, a squeeze of my hand on her neck, all while my fingers dipped torturously slow towards her spread legs. She pressed back into my chest making my dick grow hard for her. “You shouldn’t be jealous baby, she meant nothing to me. Nothing from the moment I grabbed her” my fingers reached her pussy now, and of course she was already wet for me, my psychotic slut. “To the moment I slit her throat.” Her back arched and her breath stalled as I squeezed with one hand while my fingers push inside her wet cunt. “I know you wish it were you that was screaming mercy for me down there, that it was you I was cutting into and taking my anger out on.” She’s so fucking tight around my fingers but I waste no time making room and forcing my fingers deeper in her. I kiss her neck, bite her skin, and continue “That poor girl down there would have done anything for me, but difference between you and her is, I would do anything for you.” Her hips move and I let her push herself deeper onto my hand. “I could never replace you my perfect, psychotic slut. You are mine, forever.” “Then prove it” she whispers. I throw her off me, ripping my fingers out of her wet hole before shoving them into her mouth under me. “You want proof baby? Well, here’s our proof that you, no matter what horrible things I do or say, can’t resist me. You love me, in fact need me like a bitch needs an owner.” I smirk as she laps at my fingers in her mouth covered in her wetness. “Even if I made you lick me clean of all the blood, sweat and tears from tonight, you’d do it. Happily, wouldn’t you? Such a nasty little bitch for me…” She nods, her eyes glazing over. A glaze I’d come to be familiar with. It meant that she was sinking into sub space and the more I pushed her there the more desperate she’d be to please me, the more I could get away with. “Now, my proof, little psycho, is this. She’s dead, and you’re not. Is that proof enough for you, hmm?” She shook her head around my fingers. “Then tell me, what can I do to prove to you you’re mine forever? Besides the obvious of keeping, you here forever, of course.” I withdrew my fingers from her now drooling mouth and almost moved to lap it up with my own tongue. She looked perfect this way, a desperate bitch, nothing more than a beautiful set of eager holes, each one dripping wet for me. And within, beneath this lustful appearance, was the most amazing person I’d ever met. Someone I genuinely felt at home within this lonely world not made for me.  

            “I want you to hunt me.” Her words made me speechless for a good moment or two. “Hunt you? Hunt you how baby?” She looked around and I followed her gaze scanning the dark apartment. “There’s only so many places for you to hide in here.” “No, I want you to hunt me. Out there” she said turning to face the door. My throat thickened. This was it, she was wanting to go outside, to leave me. “That’s not going to happen.” I said moving my hand to her throat and squeezing. I loved holding her like this under me, like helpless little prey under my thumbs. “Why? Are you afraid you won’t be able to find me, or even catch me?” She had a playful gleam in her eyes now and somewhere deep down I wanted to rise to the challenge. “I know what you may think this is but… I want to be hunted again, and I want you to only hunt me. Forever.”

Friday night, my favorite night of the week. It was finally autumn and with the drop in temperatures New York came alive. Everyone had finally returned from their summers in Italy, Monaco, or the Hamptons if they summered domestically. My heels clacked in a flawless rhythm under me on the sidewalk as I made my way to my favorite Friday night spot. It was a dive bar to those unassuming on the outside, but once you ventured deeper, a hidden door led to an underground cavernous nightclub. It was a little spot over in the new up and coming meat packing district, a girlfriend and I found it one of our first weekends out when I moved to the city. But the reason I went there now was because I couldn’t really stand the high-rise clubs anymore. I needed to be underground, it’s where I felt the most at home. The bouncer barely glanced my way as I flashed my pearly teeth and batted my eyelashes, pretty privilege wins again. I walked through the small dive bar garnering glares from every drunk biker and perverted dipshit in there until I reached the back of the dimly lit hallway and knocked twice on the hidden door. Patrons turned their heads and glared at my long, glowy, freshly shaved legs posing as if I were in a magazine in my barely big enough to cover the goods skintight red dress. Red had become my new favorite color recently and I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to wear it, especially on a night like tonight. Seconds later the hidden door slid into the wall itself revealing a dark metal staircase leading down. Music thumped and pounded through the walls, pulsing through my blood as I stepped down and entered the club. I made my way directly to the bar and promptly ordered two shots at the busy bartender. Two lemon drop shots and then two more before I’d make my way to the dance floor and loose myself in it. I didn’t need to look around to know that I was not alone. Obviously, the club was jam packed on a Friday night like tonight, no I had company of a different sort, and that made my body shiver with excitement.

             I watched her from up above the dance floor on a second-floor balcony. I purchased this table here at her own request that I stalk her like a proper gentleman. When I asked what that meant she said I’d find out. I had no idea being dressed in an Armani suit my father bought me when I got accepted to the accelerated master’s program and ordering table service while I stalked her was what she had in mind, but hey, it was her week to decide. The bottle service girls quickly let their flirtatious façade drop when I told them I wouldn’t be ordering anything except water. They grumbled, and of course I thought about what it might be like to have my knife dragging across their skin, their scalp, and their eyes but I went back to my task at hand. I was starting to understand why she wanted me this way, why she picked this scenario. Seeing her walk in like the bombshell she knew she was, her chin held high, her demeanor that of some privileged rich girl who held the world underneath her Chanel stilettoes, was intoxicating. She’s an entitled little shit and it just made me want to hurt her even more. Endless thoughts of degrading her, breaking her, doing horrible disgusting things to her flashed in my mind. I had to remind myself to wait, to let the tension build up and let her have her fun while it lasted. Let her act like the spoiled brat she so beautifully played as, and later, later she’d be a fucking wreck from me.

Her steps were flawless and free as was her dancing. She moved on the floor like she was the only one in the room, in the world even. I enjoyed watching her for a good long time. The way her hips moved in sync with the beat and her smile easily stayed on her perfect pink lips. I enjoyed it for all of about ten seconds until I realized I wasn’t the only one watching her with admiration. She was gathering the attention of several people around the room. Each more unwelcome than the next. I glared at the other arrogant assholes salivating after her like their next snack. And as one of them got up and made his way across the floor to her in the center, my blood boiled. Gripping the edges of my seat I reminded myself of the very crowded space I was in and to not make a scene. But she was completely fucking oblivious. Her head was tossed back making the long tangle of her curls drape down her exposed back, her eyes closed as if she was on some high no one else was. I watched from my table up above as this fucking bastard closed in on her, a smirk playing on his thin lips like he’d already won his prize. I grabbed the water in front of me, needing something to do other than run down there and strangle this guy with his fake fucking tie. Some newbie up in the financial district, fresh out of four-year college no doubt. I sipped slowly from my glass as I watched him finally reach her, her head popping up in surprise. That’s right baby, it’s not me. Now lose him. But the fucking bitch didn’t. After her initial surprise a sinful smile twisted her lips just before she guided the prick over to the bar. Oh, she wanted to play. Glass shattered from where I didn’t know, I was too focused on my girl. I was seeing red. This girl… my dumb, psychotic slut… if I didn’t love her, I’d kill her.

            Mark was decent enough. Obviously not as heart-throbbing as my man but, that didn’t matter now. Mark, at least I think that was his name, happily took me up on my request to take shots together. I led him over to the bar, feeling that ball of nervous energy within me grow and grow. I knew exactly what I was doing, and I wasn’t going to stop. I had plans tonight. The average looking man took shot after shot with me until his hand finally landed on my lower back, dangerously close to my supple ass that was staring to peak out the bottom of this extremely short dress. I played into it, letting him think I was getting too drunk to hang around here any longer. “Let’s get out of here!” I called over the loud music “What?!” “I said, let’s get out of here!” His smile turned disgusting as it twisted with lust, fucking men. Before I literally could lose my stomach to the distaste of him, I grabbed his hand and headed for the stairs, promptly turning away from him. Heat ran down the back of my spine making my steps quicken to get out of here, it was almost time.

            I led the drunk bastard up the stairs and out of the back door of the dive bar, just out into the alley beyond. Only one light lit the end of the alleyway, the rest bathed in a hazy darkness. This one was fast; he immediately pushed my back up against the wall just behind the dumpster and out of sight of anyone passing by. His breath was hot and stunk of tequila, my least favorite, as his tongue poked out and licked up the side of my face. I stood there, pressed against the wall, pulling him absentmindedly further into the dark. He thought I was trying to get his clothes off, he should have been more aware. But I should have too. Sigh, he was good. He was really good at what he did, always surprising me, always making it more creative than the last. So when my breath suddenly left me, when I was suddenly yanked back by a painful pinching sensation all around my neck and dragged across the hard asphalt deeper into the shadows, I was thankful, and scared as fuck.

            She knew what was happening right away and played her part well, but the drunken idiot in front of us took about 10 full seconds to understand that she was no longer between him and the wall. She was behind me, hidden by the dark, where she fucking belonged. The drunk asshole looked at me cross eyed and stumbled a step, what a waste of space this guy was. “Hey man, that wasn’t very cool” “Please help me!” she hissed pulling on the choker chain I had wrapped around her neck. “Aw, what’s wrong baby? Scared?” “Let her go man!” “Come and get her.” I dared him, promising death in my voice. The newbie had balls, I had to give him that. He stumbled forward a step, then another before locking his fists in front of his head. I stalked forward, pulling on the chain dragging my girl with me. Her answering shriek told me she felt the pinch and fought it for a second before following her owner, me. I let the asshole swing once and miss, then buried my knife in his guts before he could even swing and miss again. One time wasn’t enough. I stabbed and stabbed and stabbed until his skin looked like her had fucking leprosy from all the holes I left in his body. I stabbed and stabbed until his gargled breaths ceased and then I stabbed some more, each time pulling on the chain and yanking her pretty little neck in the metal pinchers. I stabbed him so much I coated not only myself but her in in his blood. With one last final act against him, I drove my leather loafers into one of the holes in his chest and coated it his blood before turning to her trembling form. She was shaking and looked so similar to that of the night I first locked her in my basement. “Lick it.” I commanded pointing to my now bloody shoe. “Lick it like a good little bitch” I pulled on the chain so hard she all but jumped the distance before landing at my feet on all fours. Her bright blue eyes were filled with terror as she bent down and stuck out that cute little tongue of hers. Her body still trembling, I reached in my back pocket to fish out a cigarette and lit it between my lips as her slurping became the only sound in the alley. I watched as I smoked, her pretty ass slightly shifting in the air with her body bent down by my feet. I pulled on the chain harder brining a few perfect, tortured squeaks out of her. “Keep licking, I didn’t say to stop.” It was so entertaining to watch her struggle against my hold on her chain, to see her choke herself in desperation to lick my shoes clean. After another moment I yanked her up by the chain so hard tiny rivers of blood dripped from various pincers in her neck. “You’re such a dumb little bitch. His blood is on your hands, well I should say your tongue. Now, you’re going to be a good girl for me.” I whisper close to her face, pressing my knife into her face before licking her fresh tears for me. I love the way she cries for me so fucking much.

“Wait here” He commands as his hold on my chain releases. I dare to take the first deep breath as my body lands on the ground. I shake with fear deep within me that won’t go away as I look at the corpse of the man in front of me. I never meant for him to die, I only wanted to rile Kai up a bit, so he’d be a little extra violent with me tonight. But now this man was dead, and it was all my fault. No matter this is my Kai, that this is the person I’ve come to be inseparable from these last few months. Right now, he was terrifying me. I force myself to stop looking at the consequences of my action, playing rough with a psycho, and test the collar my throat. This is new and seriously painful. My trembling fingers lightly dance across the metal chains around my neck before my eyes find the end of the leash on the ground beside me. The air smelled of same stale stench ever other hidden corner of New York City has. Yet I don’t miss how he left the leash right by me on the ground, or how he’s currently behind me when directly in front of me is a chance to escape. I’m beginning to not like the dirtiness of this place as I see flashes of shadows in my peripheral, rats. I look back at him to find him, oh god, his back is turned to me, he has one arm placed above his head and the other on his cock which is letting go a steady stream of piss onto the ground below. I take this as my chance, I get up holding the chain to my body so as not to rattle it at all and turn to run. I run and I make it all of five feet before I’m lifted up by my middle and slammed down into the ground like a sack of potatoes. “Where do you think you’re going little bitch? I’m not done playing with you yet.” He steps with his bloody shoe on my exposed back, pushing me further into the filth on the ground. I squirm and writhe but only get myself dirtier as he smiles at me from above. “Nice try baby. But you won’t be getting away that easy. Come here.” He lifts me by the choker chain which digs deeper into my neck with every second and drags me by the leash of it to the back of the alley. The smell of it back here is worse, and with his fresh piss I have to take short breaths so as not to lose my stomach. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You’re being a bad girl when we just talked about you being good for me…” He draws his knife bringing it dangerously close to my legs which are spread before him. His large hand reaches up to cover my mouth, pushing my head into the wall at my back. “The louder you scream, the worse it’ll be. For my sake, don’t hold back” he purrs while pining one of my thighs to the wall, a sick smile playing on his full lips as his eyes come to life promising violence. I blink once, our silent code that I understand, and he begins.

She takes it so well for me. I’ve cut her three times now, each time going deeper and longer. And as I raise my knife this last and final time, demanding her eyes to look at me while I sink my knife beneath her skin and drag it up towards her pussy which has been getting so fucking wet for me. Her sweet hole now pulsating with need so different from her eyes which are filled with fear. Unable to help myself I reach out to touch her quivering, pouty lips. The fucking bitch bites me. I withdraw my knife from her blood-soaked thigh and kick her onto her stomach before licking my knife clean and then pocketing it. “Alright then little psycho. Since you’ve clearly decided you want to act like a bitch, I’m going to treat you like one.” I climb on top of her body, hiking her pathetic excuse of a dress up and over her ass and wrap it around her head. Holding her ass up and right up on my dick I suddenly get an idea. I shift my hands to her head, reach for the leash of the choker chain. Lifting her head up while still holding her body down I slowly bring her over to a puddle just a few inches to her right, my puddle. I slam her head down into it, not deep enough to drown her but enough for her choke on my piss like the gutter whore she’s been acting like. She bucks and fights, but her might is nothing compared to mine. I hold her head in a steel grip in my piss as I reach down and unzip my pants. I let her head up just a fraction of an inch, enough to gulp down one breath of air around her soaked dress then I drive my dick deep into her and shove her head back down into the puddle. I grind, moving my dick deep inside of her and fuck, I love the way her pussy feels wrapping around my cock. She’s always so fucking tight and her hole is clamping down trying to grip me harder inside her. The velvet slickness of her is like fucking heaven, and I love that this heaven comes from a pretty girl who’s being such a disgusting set of bitch for me right now. I pull out to the tip then drive right back to the hilt until I can’t go any further. I hump and press my hips into her perfectly round ass, taking her as I need. She clenches and shifts around my dick trying to make room, but I don’t let her. I push harder, deeper. On her head in the filth of this alley and into her sweet hole that’s dripping her arousal down my balls. I bring her head up once again, this time pulling her by the leash until she’s on all fours and gasping for air which I refuse to give her even now. My hips pull back then dive back into her as I set a furious pace of fucking her. My pyscho, my beautiful fucking depraved psycho. I fuck her so hard her ass bounces and bounces with my intense rhythm. Just the sight of it has me wanting to take it like I did that one time she showed me her erotica. I demanded we recreate it that evening and goddamn the way her ass bounced under me had me wanting to take her bloody all over again. But her pussy clamped down, hard. “Don’t you fucking cum. Bad girls don’t get to cum” “Please…” She whimpered, her voice barely that than a whisper while the choker pinched and pulled at the skin at her neck. “No.” I growled and fucked into her even harder. Shoving her face back down into the filth and piss on the ground I took her like the bitch she was. I fucked her the only way she liked to be fucked, at my mercy. My balls slapping against her clip and the slight shifting of her body against the ground were the only noises. I threw my head back with a growl as I fucked her tight hole which increasingly got tighter and tighter. Poor girl wanted to cum so fucking bad on my dick. Such a filthy slut getting off on being drowned in piss and fucked from behind like an animal. The closer she got to cumming the tighter her pussy clamped down on my dick. It became an effort to fight her wet hole and fuck her as rough and deep as I pleased. She let out a shriek as her pussy clamped down even harder around my throbbing hard cock still buried deep inside of her and I soon couldn’t help myself anymore. I released her head only to grab both of her hips in my hands and fuck like a mad man. I pounded into her so fast and hard, earning little screams from her as I went. I fucked and fucked her raging tight hole until my balls tightened on her clit and my own release tore through me. I buried myself as deeply as I could, pulling back on her hips to bring her even closer to me. My dick pulsed, pouring my cum into her, as I attempted to catch my breath. For a few seconds I just stayed there, letting my dick tremor within her as we both found our breathing. I pushed her back into the ground as I pulled out and examined her properly used hole. My cum spilled from her but I pushed it back in, not wanting it to be anywhere other than inside of her. This small act, so small yet so intimate, made me feel a primal connection her. That my essence was inside of her… I took one last look at her trembling body, her bleeding legs and piss-soaked hair. Satisfied with my work for the night, I gathered her into my arms and carried her home.