Page 11 of Descent into Darkness

As I lean out of the path of his fist, I swing the meat cleaver towards his hand. The force of the collision drives the sharp, smooth steel into the flesh between his pinky and ring finger, gliding through the tendons and even cleaving the bone until the meat of his forearm eventually creates enough friction to stop the blade.

And he screams. Oh, does he scream. Fuck me, that sound makes my cock as hard as cinder block. Utilizing this agonizing distraction, I raise my right leg and fire off a kick to his knee cap. The loud pop of it breaking and sending the bones out in the other direction gives me such a tickle.

“Stay.” I smile at his hysterical face before making my way over to Jess. She is a bit more alert now and stands up in a frenzy, knocking over everything on the nightstand.

“Get the fuck away from me!” she sobs.

“Get on the bed,” I say as I stand with my hands together in front of me, my left over the right that's holding the clever.

“FUCK YOU!”

I charge and get in her face. So close that the spit from my words spatter her lips. “Get on the fucking bed, or I will cut you from cunt to collarbone.” Our eyes are locked as the agonizing cries can be heard from bitch boy on the ground behind us.

Tears fall from both of her eyes as she climbs into the bed. She sits, back against the wall and knees pulled tight up against her chest with her arms wrapped firmly around them. “Good girl,” I say. Once said with sexual praise is now said out of spite.

I walk over to the fuck head on the floor. His head keeps lifting, then dropping back to the floor, weaving in and out of consciousness. Awake or not, it makes no difference to me for what’s about to happen next. I reach down and grab the ankle of the broken leg, twisting it completely around until his foot is facing the opposite direction than it should. Then, I stand and drag his body over to the side of the bed. Screams are shuffled together with gags and groans as his body fights to stay alive. It’s kinda cute. I guess I can see what she saw in him.

I look up and see Jess focused on what I’m doing.

Her eyes never leave me.

I grab the head of his cock and pull the flacid appendage tight.

Her eyes never leave me.

I swipe the blade and, with ease, sever the squishy tip from his shaft.

Her eyes never leave me.

I return to the bed with the bloody piece of him. “Open,” I instruct.

“Wha….. what?” she says with a confused sob.

“You want him inside you so badly, open your mouth,” I calmly try to clarify.

“Fuck you. I…. No… I can’t… Please…”

“Open, or I’ll hunt down every single person you’ve ever cared about and make you watch me fuck them as I cut them into pieces—one by one—until everyone you love is dead and gone. And THEN I will fucking kill you,” I seeth before clearing my throat to regain my composure. “Now. Open.”

I can feel her tremble through the mattress as her bottom jaw slowly drops, parting her lips as she closes her eyes. I smile as I push the meat into her mouth.

“Chew.”

She screams around the piece of dick in her mouth as she forces her teeth to grind up the spongy flesh until it’s just small enough for her to choke down.

“Atta girl. I knew you liked to swallow,” I say with a bit of a laugh as I lean down and grab his broken leg. To hold his body still, I press my foot into his bleeding cock and apply counter force as I pull the twisted leg—bending and ripping until it finally comes free. Jess sits there, eyes closed, still sobbing.

I swipe the knife along his calf, cutting another piece of meat off of him.

“Open.” She does. I shove the next slick, warm sliver of human flesh into her mouth and watch her chew and swallow. This time she gags hard. “Uh uh. Don’t you dare…” Before I can get the words out, she vomits all over herself, spreading her knees and unloading between her legs. Her weight in the mattress causes the chunky vomit to pool on her cunt, and, for some reason, that just makes me happy. I can see the pieces of him mixed with whatever she last ate and the multicolored bile. “Oh dear… this won’t do. You wanted him inside you so bad, and that’s where he’s going to stay. We can’t be over here making messes with our dinner.”

She opens her teary eyes, pleading with me silently as I smile again before reaching down and scooping up a handful of her puke. “Open.”

She shakes her head. “My offer still stands. Now, open. Your fucking. Mouth.” She gags again as she opens her lips and accepts my handful of vomit that I force back into her mouth. My cock is screaming to be released from the confines of my pants. “Swallow.”

As she struggles to force it down, I go to work cutting more bite-sized pieces off of… what the fuck was his name anyway? Eh, it doesn't matter anymore. She gags again, and I lose my self-control. My cock needs to be set free. Besides, I think she needs a little assistance getting these nuggets down.

I stand on the bed, pull my cock out, and stroke it with my blood-soaked hand. I watch her chomp the mouthful of her own vomit mixed with pieces of her precious lover as tears stream down her face. The terrified mews that slip out—as she mashes the warm, squishy solids in her mouth—make my dick drip the biggest bead of precum.

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