Page 29 of Craved By Lust

Frankie : I’ll force myself to feel better then I’m headed your way.

My Cherry Cake : No you will not. You will rest!

Frankie : No I’m coming over to spend time with you.

My Cherry Cake : Guh! You’re so hardheaded!

Frankie : yup, I’ll come over and let you punish me for being so.

My Cherry Cake : Whatever you get some rest. I’ll text you tomorrow

For fuck’s sake, this girl is playing with my fucking emotions… a laughing face emoji? She might as well rip my fucking heart out, but it’s okay… slow and steady, she’s falling and entanglingherself willingly. I can tell because she kissed me herself.I don’t think I’ll have to wait too long for her to let me in.

I reach back into the bag on the passenger seat, grab my mask and slide it on. As he pulls up, Genesis sends a text to Saint, telling him to cut the streetlights where we’re parking before we climb out of the car.

I slide on my gloves, take my hunting knife, and stuff it inside of my backpack, fix my hood, and walk up to the Halloween party going on.

“AYYYEEE!” some drunk fucker calls out, immediately drawing attention to us. “Badass masks dudes!” He nods, and I point the middle finger at him, making him burst out laughing. “HEY YEAH, WAY TO STAY IN CHARACTER!” he laughs before doubling over and vomiting on the lawn.Gross son of a bitch.

We push our way through the crowded frat party.Shit, this is about to be the easiest hunt of my fucking life.

As we’re making our way through the party, some girl with two big puff balls grabs Genesis, pulls up his mask, and locks lips with him. I expect him to push her off, but to my surprise, I see him go still before he grabs a handful of her ass fist a hand full of her curls before he picks her up, dipping his tongue into her mouth.Well, I guess I’m alone on this.

I shrug, making my way up the stairs and looking through the rooms until I get to one that won’t open.Bingo.

Taking out my knife, I shove that bitch in the crevice of the door jam and yank it, popping the lock and thankful the music is so loud no one can hear it. Plus, since the lights are off in the room, it’s way too easy to slink inside and shut the door behind me.

Once inside, my headache eases. Actually, it was already better once we got to the party, but being in the room has slowly made my headache fade. When I hear a headboard banging against a wall and grunts, I turn to see a train taking place.

The woman has a dick in every hole, but she’s clearly passed out and on something as I see assholes pass out drugs as they’re also sucking and fucking each other while they wait in the wings for their turn.

“Give her more of this before the bitch wakes up and ruins our fun!”Fucking scumbags…

I’m not someone who gives a fuck about shit that doesn’t pertain to me, but this is why I hate men. They are disgusting. I pull out the knife in my back holster as hate boils in my blood before I lock eyes on the son of bitch whom I only briefly caught a glimpse of as the fucking fountain drink came flying out of his hand.

He’s sitting in the wings, jerking his dick, but as if he knew it’s his time to go, he stumbles over to the door in which I see a bathroom, and that’s perfect. Just as the door shuts, I go over to each of the mother fuckers, taking them by the hair, baring their throats. I slit them all so fast that none of them have theopportunity to react because they are all dead in seconds as blood pools all over the room.The girl…

I narrow my eyes at her as she lay limp and drugged out and immediately text my brother Saint to come pick her up since I’m not sure how long Genesis will be. I don’t know who the hell she is, but waking up in a pool fool of dead fucks who raped her would be traumatic for anyone. Plus, the police would probably question her and try to pin this shit on her when these pigs were at fault.

Yeah, killing these fucking pigs was the only way. Even if I don’t like the pungent scent of blood, these assholes deserved a more brutal death than this. This is why I fucking hate men… they are pieces of shits that can’t control their dicks and can’t think cognitively.

Once the bathroom door starts rattling, I smirk, going over and wrenching the door open causing the man to frown as he sways on his feet.

“Whosh the fok ar you?!” he slurs, and I step back, watching him come out and turn to the now silent room. I gleefully watch his eyes go wide and his mouth pop open to scream.Can’t have that…“AHHH—Ackkk!” He clutches his throat when I use the back of the knife handle, smashing his vocal cords before he drops to the floor in a loud thud, gurgling, trying to scream to no avail. I walk over to him, thinking about stabbing him when I notice stacks of beer, soda, and snacks for the party from the corner of my eye.Hmm.

I stab my knife through his hand on onto the floor, keeping him immobilized while I go over and grab a case. I pull out the knife and drag him as he fights, forcing him to lie flat, where I flip his shirt over his face, pressing my knee against his chest. A smile forms when I hear a few ribs crack and pop the top of the soda, pouring it over his face.

He tries to yell, but the soda goes into this nose and mouth, kicking as I pop another and another and a-fucking-nother, watching until he goes completely limp and his chest caves in from my knee. I sit there watching him, taking a deep breath with a clear head, able to breathe, feeling vindicated as blood spills from his lips and nose.

I feel better… MUCH better actually…

My Cherry Cake : okay… I lied if you really do feel better come over tomorrow for a movie…

Jesus… she’s just too fucking adorable.

Frankie : I’ll be there

Standing, I sigh, cracking my neck, feeling like a brand new person. My massive headache is gone, my chest is lighter, and it’s even easier to breathe.

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