Page 7 of Dead Valentine

She gets down to the floor on all fours and crawls over to the cabinet, swaying her hips as she goes. Slowly opening the cupboard doors, she bends over further, which makes her skirt lift and reveal her red lace panties. In a blink, the red lace morphs into dripping blood, covering her ass and thighs. Mmm. She looks at me and smiles. Shit. Must have said that out loud.

I turn and focus on the food, pulling containers out of the bag and splitting up the food between the containers. After tearing open the plastic cutlery, I put the forks and knives in each container and bring them over to my bed. I put them down and go back to the fridge to grab our drinks. She pulls out a movie and squeals, waving it around.

“I love this movie! Can we watch it?”

I look long enough to prove myself interested and nod. “Great pick.”

I have no fucking clue what she picked. That’s the last fucking thing I care about. She puts the movie in as I sit on the bedagainst my headboard. She gets on the bed and sits next to me. I hand her the drink and smile as she takes a sip while I pick up the remote and hit play.

“So? Is it as good as you expected? Doesn’t taste like alcohol, right?”

She moans exaggeratedly. “Mmm, it’s so good, Corbin. You’re right. It’s perfect. I think it’s my new favorite drink.”

“Perfect indeed. Drink up, I’ll make you another.” I grab her container of food and put it in her lap. “There you go. Comfy?”

I hear the crunch of ice and look at her. Shit. I gauge her reaction to see if she notices the difference. She continues chomping on the ice and watching the movie. Okay, then. Is there not a single fucking brain cell in this bitch’s brain? She takes a few bites of food and finishes her drink, crunching on the last of ice. I put my drink and food down.

“Would you like another?”

She looks at me with a dopey smile and drooping eyes. “Yes, please. Only one more. I’m already feeling pretty good.”

“No problem, sweetheart.”

I grab her cup and walk over to the table, pouring her another drink. When I return, her eyes flutter open and shut slower and slower. “Here you go.”

She grabs the cup with shaking hands and drinks it down fast. “Yummy. Sho good,” she slurs, giggling. Her breathing slows down and the cup starts to tilt further and further out of her grasp. I gently grab the cup and put it down next to mine. I can’t rush this and risk her still being just conscious enough to know something is up. After everything is cleaned and putaway, I grab my laptop and pull up my favorite site. One of my favorite videos fills my screen and I pause it before placing it on my nightstand next to her. I grab my textbook from my bag and open it up to the last page I looked at with the stomach diagram, propping the book up behind her head and leaning in close. Drool pools from the side of her mouth.

I look around the room for something to test if she’s completely out. I pace around looking, annoyed it’s taking so long. I grab her plastic fork and walk back over to her. I peel her lip back and jab the inside of it with the fork as hard as I can. Blood drips from the cut, but she doesn’t make a move or sound from it. I lean down and lick the blood from her mouth, groaning. The desire to suck her lip until every drop is in my mouth is insurmountable.

No. I’ll get lost in the feeling and suck too hard. No evidence, Corbin. I unbuckle my belt and undo my pants, throwing them and my athletic cup on my desk chair. Cara’s skirt is now lifted, revealing those red lace panties. I carefully pull them down below her knees, looking up at her to make sure her eyes remain shut. Her thighs part and her shaved pussy is revealed to me. Hmm. Not bad. With a barely-there touch of my finger, I graze her slit. I feel a bit of peach fuzz, and the warmth that emanates from within. Fuck, I wish it was cold. I pull away and open the drawer of my nightstand, where my blood-like lube is stashed. I make sure the volume isn’t too high on my laptop and hit play.

I coat my hand in the red lube and fist my hand. The video plays for a bit, letting me build the anticipation. My breathing increases as I watch the snuff film play out before me. Unable to wait any longer, I look at the textbook propped up behind her head. My hand drops to the head of my cock as I stareat the diagram. I slowly push my hard cock through the small circle I’ve made with my hand and grit my teeth, groaning. Fuck, yeah. Just like that. Oh, it has to feel just like this. I pump my cock inside my hand nice and slow. My thrusts grow with intensity as my eyes flick from the video, to the textbook, to her pussy, over and over. Oh fuck, there’s that feeling. Oh please let this be it. It’s been so fucking long. Yes. Right fucking there. I watch as they begin to fuck the corpse in the video and I pant, my head nodding on its own.

“Yeah. Fuck that whore. Fuck her good. Mmm, I bet she’s nice and fucking cold. Quiet. Still.” Oh fuck it’s happening. Fuck, yes, this is it. I get closer to her and stroke faster, pointing my cock at her pussy. “Take it, you fucking dead bitch. Such a good fucking whore. Urgh.”

Cum spurts from my cock, painting her pussy perfectly. Sweat drips from my forehead and my heart pounds with the last spurt of cum. I swipe my thumb over the head of my cock, collecting the last drops of cum. The sensitivity makes me hiss and I bring my thumb to my mouth, licking the drop of cum.

I straddle Cara’s knees and lean down. I watch her face as I lick my cum from her pussy and thighs. No evidence, Corbin. The salty, bitter mix of my cum explodes on my taste buds and I groan. I fight the urge to lick harder and faster. After forcing myself to grab a baby wipe from my drawer, I clean up the blood lube from my cock and hand. Then, I carefully wipe her pussy and thighs, making sure everything is wiped clean. I toss the baby wipe in my garbage can next to the bed and shut my nightstand drawer.

I slowly pull her panties up and make sure they’re perfectly in place. Making sure her skirt is fixed, I shut my laptop down and put it away along with my textbook. I make sure everything isin order before covering her with my comforter. I change into sweats and a t-shirt and sit at the end of my bed, leaning my head back with my eyes shut and smile on my lips. I think this will help the urges. Only time will tell. In bliss and contentment, I slowly drift to sleep.

3

February 13, 2001

“Ugh, my head. What happened?”

I wake up to the sound of Cara’s groggy voice. I yawn and stretch, cracking my neck and back. I turn my head and rub my eyes with a fake sleepy smile.

“You don’t remember?”

Her hair is a mess and her makeup is smeared across her face. Rubbing her temples she shakes her head. “No. Did you sleep there all night?”

“I thought it would be best. You got pretty drunk and passed out. I didn’t want you to feel violated by me sleeping in the bed next to you.”

She drops her hands in her lap and smiles, tilting her head. “Aww, Corbin. That’s so sweet of you.”

“Let me get you some water and pain reliever, sweetheart.”

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