Page 46 of The Filth Kings

“You’ve already gave me everything good that you have to offer. Get on your fucking knees or I will cut you from ear to ear.” He sneered out.

My entire body started to shake. I panted as my life flashed through my head. My right knee hit the hard concrete first, followed by the left. I placed my injured bloody palms flat to the ground as I bowed my head to pray.

Twenty

“You’ve been watchingher for close to a month now, you could have killed her in the coffee shop or in her parent’s home. You convince yourself of killing her but that’s not going to happen, Detavio.”

I punched the back headrest of my truck as Angel snored loudly. The Chloroform had knocked her out cold. I needed time to think on why the fuck I couldn’t kill her ass. Monster was right. I hated when people proved me to be wrong. I couldn’t kill her, I even got pissed with not knowing the reasons why. I had to pull back. In order to do that, the sex had to stop.Was it the sex?

Tonight was my first time inside of her. Angel’s pussy gripped and sucked my dick in, making it feel like home.How could I kill a woman attached to a pussy like that?My thoughts were fucking me over, I needed to get a hold over myself fast.Fuck that! Sex was not going to stop!I thought to myself as I looked at her exposed breasts.

I wasn’t supposed to feel anything, I wasn’t used to feeling after training myself year after year not to. I felt something earlier after finding out Monster was my brother. I also felt something when Jalissa mentioned that my youngest brother Octavio, who I haven’t seen in forever, was dying. What was he dying from? Something deep inside of me wanted to track her down just to find Octavio to see what was really going on with him. I wondered if he hated me like Jalissa did…what poison was her sick ass feeding him after all of these years?

I looked back over at Angel and frowned; she had a lot of fight in her. She enjoyed me inside of her just as much as I enjoyed fucking her. Angel was soft and full in every way that most men wanted but never allowed themselves to experience. I never been with a woman Angel’s size. None of it mattered once I set my eyes on her.

Her skin was the color of rich caramel. Her hair was thick and long, stopping a little past her shoulders. It spilled over the seat in wild waves. It was a total different contrast against the neatness and control of her own life. I enjoyed watching her when she was unaware, it confused me how her presence tugged at something deep inside of me, something that I didn’t want to acknowledge.

I didn’t know what it was about her, truthfully. I’d seen beautiful women and had them living amongst me in my home. None of them ever pulled at me like Angel. She was just supposed to be another woman that crossed the line. She should have been an easy kill. I searched my brain as I looked out of the window. We were getting closer to my home, and the only thing I could think about was taking her through hell just to see how strong the fight in her really was.

Could she survive me? She acted like she was completely at ease, so unafraid of the world, but has she ever embraced the dark side of it? She’s never been stuck in a dark pit carving human skin until she’s reached flesh. I still craved what possessed me inside of that dark pit my father put me in. The smell of blood, the feel of a heart beating in the palm of my hands until I put it on ice for resale. I’d go up to my room where there were bright lights and crave to feel blood again. I’d grown addicted to people under my control, at my mercy.

It was a means to survive back then. When Impurity called for me to kill, I did it without a second thought. It was like feeding a beast what it truly desired. What did Angel desire? What was her sick or freaky desire? I reached out, and softly traced the top of her thigh. Her body was soft and inviting and all of her curves beckoned me in a way that I couldn’t resist.

I withdrew my hand then leaned back in my seat. I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them when I saw her in thick chains and wide open for me in my own personalized pit that I took women to for punishment.It’s been a long time since I really had that kind of fun… I’m going to break her.I knew myself very well. I would never be anybody’s hero, let alone savior. I was going to break Angel and make her regret ever posting a thing to gain my attention.

Twenty-One

My breath caughtin my throat as I tried to move and register what the hell was going on with me. The first thing that I felt was coldness all over my body. Something heavy and cold wrapped around me and painfully pressed into my skin. I shivered, even though I was numb to the bones. My eyes were opened but all I could see was darkness, the kind of darkness that swallowed everything. No light, no shape, just a void that seemed to stretch and swallow me whole.

My mouth was dry, and my tongue felt like sandpaper. I cracked my mouth open to utter a word but nothing came out. Panic settled in the pit of my stomach. I tried to move, but my entire body felt heavy. I pressed my head back and realized that I was laying on something rough and hard, it felt like stone. My fingers twitched as I started to kick my feet, only to realize there was nothing to kick. There was nothing to grasp and nothing beneath my feet.Where the fuck am I?

A cold shiver ran through me as I strained to hear something, anything that would be a sign to where I was right now, but again…there was nothing.I’m going to fucking die!My heart thudded faster as I thought back to where I was last. With Detavio in a dark alley getting fucked!

My goodness, this man was really sick and demented. Every blog post that I made was real. The women that I interviewed probably went through the same thing before he killed them all. There was no one here to hear me scream. This wasn’t like my dreams where I would cum so many times until I woke up shaking from dreaming about him.

A door creaked open as I held my breath.

“This lil light of mine…I’m gonna let it shine.” His deep devilish voice made me croak.

How the hell did he know what song he sung to me in my dreams? This had to be some sort of sick ass joke that was being played on me.

“De-Deta?—”

“Shhh…Don’t speak to me unless I tell you to.” Detavio’s voice echoed.

His heavy footsteps sounded off for a couple of seconds before the lights switched on. I shut my eyes and then opened them to take in the atmosphere.

“Welcome to my personalized pit.” He stretched his arms out.

Detavio looked different, his brown skin glistened like he had just showered and was getting ready for bed. His dark smoldering eyes roamed up and down my chained bound body. I never been chained in my life. He called this a pit, when it was nothing like I would have imagined it to be if he hadn’t chained me up in here. This was far to deliberate and crafted. The smooth stone walls were cut perfectly, it was for sure built to imprison someone with no hopes of escape.

I didn’t smell decay or dust, it actually smelled like this place was freshly constructed. In the center of his pit was a large bed with white fitted sheets tucked neatly with a thick white velvet comforter and white pillows.My favorite color…I thought as I continued to take in my surroundings.

Across from the bed was a small table of food. I squinted my eyes and could see a fruit tray with sliced meats, bread, and cheese neatly arranged.

My eyes next landed on a far wall with shelves lined with an array of knives that was locked up in a glass box. I shifted my gaze nervously back to the bed, then back up to Detavio. I wanted to smack the smug look off of his face. How could a man so handsome, act so ugly and evil?

“I’m going to have one of my women come inside of here to clean you from head to toe. There’s medicine for your headache and finger foods for you to eat, and as you see…a bed for you to sleep.” He chuckled dryly.

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