Page 111 of Hurts So Good

“You’re a mess.” I tossed a napkin her way. “Wipe your face.”

“Please,” she blubbered again. “I won’t say anything.”

That was a lie. I broke into her house, raped her, and tied her to the dining room chair. Of course she was going to say something. I knew how this game went. Not to mention, I didn’t spend all that time talking to her online to just let her go. She had her meal, and I wanted mine.

The scent of her fear was intoxicating. It was everything I could do just to block the sound of her thundering pulse from my ears. I liked to play with my food, and oh did I play with her. I’d been messing with sweet Janice online for months now. The things she did on camera just to keep my attention would make the most experienced whores blush. Not once did I have to use my compulsion. Perhaps that was why it took me so long to get to this point.

It was the same old song every time. Find someone I hungered for – typically a woman – gaze into her eyes and feed. It was boring. The birth of the internet changed that. I could approach women without them falling at me feet and fawning over me. Finally I had a challenge.

One thing I learned was that women like Janice didn’t enjoy being ignored. Although she was pretty easy compared to some of the others. I only had to blow her off once before she begged for me to come back. First it was the I miss you messages, then came the pictures, but I knew I had her with the first video. That’s when my game really started.

“Ple—”

My palm flew through the air, cutting Janice’s plea off. Her face jerked to side as a trickle of blood dripped from her lip.

I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing the back of her head and pulling her in to wrap my mouth around that succulent drop. One taste and my entire body lit up. Power coursed through my veins as need pulled fangs down from my gums. But it wasn’t time yet.

Reigning the beast in, I tore myself away and snarled, “Eat your fucking food!”

So I could eat mine.

This time Janice’s shaky hand reached out to carefully pick up her fork, allowing me to return to my meal. The books and tales of my kind had many things wrong, including what we could ingest. Human food and drink didn’t do anything to sustain us. That didn’t mean we couldn’t enjoy it.

I stabbed a piece of tuna, popped it in my mouth, and hummed at the savory blend of spices while Janice continued to sob.

“Why are you doing this?”

“I was bored.”

It was just as simple as that. I didn’t have a reason or anything against Janice or the other girls. I did it because it amused me. Watching them degrade themselves in whatever way I wanted was a power trip. They fucked who I told them to fuck. Said what I told them to say, and begged me to do it again. Not because of what I was or some magical allure that brain raped them. But because I convinced them too.

None of that compared to this moment. The day when we met, and I took what I wanted. The look on their face was priceless. This new age truly was a wonder. Monsters didn’t exist, except in movies and tales. A great many people didn’t even believe in God anymore. Humanity had turned their back on everything that used to keep them safe. They were nothing more than lambs for the slaughter now.

Janice’s big blue eyes filled with more tears as her chin quivered. “You don’t have to hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want.”

My dick twitched as a spark of hope bloomed in her eyes.

Ah, the falsities people will tell themselves.

“Will you now?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “I’ll do anything.”

I didn’t think she could top the six guy gang-bang. Even I was surprised she agreed to that one. None of us knew who any of the guys were. I told her to go out and fuck the first six men she saw on the street, which was exactly what she did. And all because the rich eligible bachelor she’d only talked to online had a voyeur fetish. How pathetic was that? I didn’t have any such fetish. I just wanted to see if she would do it.

“Please, Mark…”

I cut her off. “Drake.”

If she was going to beg me, then she may as well use my real name. Well, what was my name now, that is.

“What?”

“My name is Drake. Not Mark.”

Was she really surprised that someone she met online gave her a fake name?

“Okay.” She sucked back a sob. “Drake… please give me a chance. I can make you happy.”

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