Page 28 of Ruin

“We don’t want to be bleeding now, do we, little Trixie?”

I bring the tip of my blade to her entrance and turn it a few times. I quickly remove it and take the blade part in my hand. With no warning, I thrust the handle into her pussy, and hear a small sound of pain escape her mouth. So she can make some noises. I’ll get to hear all her moans then.

I continue to thrust the knife in and out of her and then hold it in place, letting her pussy grip the handle while I lick my thumb and rub her clit. The stud pushes against the bed of my thumb, and her hips move along with my thumb.

There, here it is. She’s fighting me and wants me to move away because she’s pushing my shoulders hard, but yet her hips are begging for my thumb to play with her clit.

I don’t let go of her, keeping my hand firm on her ass to keep her where she is, so she does not move. I remove my thumb from her clit and grab the handle of the knife and thrust inside her hard. Pushing the knife handle so deep, tilting it up a little inside her so a small part of the blade enters her, but not enough to cut her.

I’m not a fucking psycho.

I push the blade up so it hits in the soft spot, and I hear a small grunt from her again, her breathing is getting heavy, the tip of her sharp nails digging into my shoulder, and because she has them fucking pointy, I can feel it through my T-shirt.

When her hips move faster, I pull the knife out of her and push her away. Her eyes are full of tears, which I could start collecting and put in a small little bottle. I smile to myself at the idea of having it around my neck. I might have to do it.

“No, no little Trixie, I don’t think so. You only come when I tell you to. But I do want to see how you taste.”

As my words hit her, she falls to her knees.

Sobbing.

I don’t care if she’s crying,.

I’m going to break her, like she broke my baby.

My car went up in flames and she didn’t care. So why should I care?

I put the handle of the knife in my mouth and suck off every single drop of her there. God, she tastes sweet.

I watch her as I suck my knife handle. She’s panting, looking away from me, but then looking back at me as the tears continue to escape her. She looks at the floor, then back toward me as she tries to get her breath back to normal. She stops herself from crying. I nod my head to make her come back over to me, and I get her to lie on the bed.

“Open your legs.” She doesn’t, which pisses me off.

“Open your legs,” I shout.

And this time she does. I get my hand up to her pussy, and pull her skin on her, so I can cut her skin smoothly, I want my mark close to her pussy.

Bringing the tip of the knife closer to her body, I dig it into her skin and make a small line. I watch as the blood drips down. Licking it off, then placing my thumb over it to stop any more blood from escaping. I look up at her.

“I told you, little Trixie, I’ll taste every single fucking drop of you. Go get your drawing pad.” I tell her as I get off the bed, trying to adjust the very hard dick I have right now. I have no idea what I’m going to do to release this pain.

I pick up my phone, which has beeped twice now.

Unknown

I’m coming for you!

Unknown

You took him from me, now I’ll take you from your family.

I quickly phone Cain, and he answers on the second ring.

“Hey, you in the club or down there?”

“I’m in The Pit until Monday morning. What’s wrong?”

“We need a family meeting when you get ba-”

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