Page 12 of Descent into Darkness

She tries to swallow, but I can see she is having a really hard time. “Here, my darling. Let me help force that down,” I say as I step closer, her eyes finally taking notice of what I’m doing. She violently shakes her head no.

I let go of my cock and lunge at her with my filthy hand, like a snake snatching up its prey, grabbing a handful of hair on the top of her head. My other hand presses the blade to her forehead as I tilt my head to look around the blade and into her eyes.

“I will cut your skull open like a fuckin’ watermelon. Now, you’re going to be a good little fucking whore and open your mouth, so I can fuck the pieces of him down your throat,” I grit, growing tired of not having my cock inside of her.

She screams around the muck in her mouth as she opens. “Good fucking girl. Remember, no teeth. I really want to let you live, but if you bite me, that’s just not going to happen,” I lie, doing everything I can not to laugh out loud at how funny I am. Let her live? Not a fucking chance, babygirl, not a fucking chance.

She gently nods in compliance, and I use my hips to place my cock head on her bottom lip that’s slick with vomit. “Mmmm,” I moan out loud as I push in a little. It’s already so full in here. Who knew I liked fucking messy holes like this. I wonder what else I could get into. Something to explore later, but for now…

I thrust my hips forward, using my hand in her hair to keep her head from pulling away. I feel my dick ram chunks of human meat down the back of her tongue and into her throat. I have to give an extra hard shove to cross that tight threshold in the back, and I feel the pieces start to go down.

Quickly, I pull my entire length out and let go of her hair. Her head pulls back and slams against the wall. Perfect. Stay right there. I grab another chunk that I had cut up and push it in her mouth, then quickly ram my rock-hard cock back in, forcing that down her throat, too. Pulling out, I grab another piece and repeat the process. Everytime I slam my cock down her throat—pushing more of this mystery man into her—the back of her head hammers into the wall.

I repeat this process—over and over—fucking the hunks of butchered meat into her throat until her neck looks like a bag of grapes. The squelching sounds, as the meat stacks up to the back of her mouth with nowhere else to go, fill the air. I can’t control the sounds coming out of me—a mixture of moaning and laughter as I continue to fuck her face. Harder and harder, I slam into the warm, squishy mess inside her mouth. The drywall behind her head is dented and cracked with bits of blood in the center. I grin wider. I’ve never seen her blood before, and it rips my orgasm from me. I fuck her face just as hard as I fucked her pussy, shooting my cum into the dumpster of someone else’s flesh in her throat. Creaming the flesh and puke that just can't go down any further. I growl like a wild animal as I finish cumming. But I’m notfinishedhere.

I have no idea how long ago she stopped breathing. I suppose, with her throat swollen up twice the size from the bits of her mutilated fuck buddy, it probably didn’t take long to suffocate. I take my cock out of her mouth and look at all the different colors and textures left over that cling to my skin. So cute. Choosing to not clean it off, I put it back in my pants. The filth is like a warm hug in my underwear. I think I like warm hugs.

I put the cleaver down for a moment and kneel, staring at her dead face. “Oh, Jess. We could have been so great together.” With both hands, I pinch the thin skin of her eyelids and pull with a twist, ripping the flesh away. “Let’s keep them peepers open, shall we? Like I said before, you want him inside you so badly, then let me help you.”

Sliding down the bed, I grab her ankles and pull until she's laying flat on her back. I grab my trusty blade and slam it into the middle of her breast plate before dragging it all the way down to and out her pussy. Setting the knife down again, I reach into the fresh incision with both hands, curling my fingers inside and begin pulling her apart—ripping her wide open.

One by one, I pull out all of her organs to create a nice little beddy-bye for the other corpse on the floor. Once cleaned out well enough, I grab the knife and get to chopping the guy on the floor—fingers, hands, arms up to the elbow, then to the shoulder. Each piece gets stuffed into her hollowed-out body until there's a pretty little pile. Had I known this was the plan, I would have brought more supplies in order to sew her up and make for a shocking discovery at the medical examiner's office but… this will still be quite the work of art.

Once the last of him is cut up and forced into her body, I place his severed head on top. “Ta-da! He can’t get anymore inside you than this, my darling.” I lay down next to her—well, next to them now that they are one person—and turn to look into her lidless eyes.

“We all got murdered here tonight,” I say in a soothing voice as I trail my fingertips down her blood-covered chest and back up to her neck. “I just get to keep breathing. And, honestly, I don’t know who the lucky one is in this scenario.” I kiss her shoulder softly. “I want to thank you, though. I had a moment of weakness. I thought for a split second there that I was capable of love. Like I could feel something other than nothing for someone else. I know better now. You showed me who I truly am, and, for that, I thank you.”

My eye catches a smooth piece of her skin that isn’t scratched or saturated in blood on her breast, a few inches above her nipple. I grab my knife and carefully cut around until my incision connects. Using my fingers, I gently pinch the skin and pull, separating it from the tissue underneath. I hold the slab in my hand and gently pet it with my thumb. “Yeah… I think I’ll keep you. So I’ll never forget.”

I roll out of the bed feeling nothing—an empty shell void of light and happiness. Nothing but a fuckin’ monster. As I walk toward the door, I notice a small box on top of a dresser. Grabbing it and emptying the contents on the floor, I put the piece of her skin inside and close it. Turning back, I smile at the dead man's head atop the pile of his own pieces. “Thanks, man,” I smirk.

Back into the night I go.

Chapter8

The Road

My feet crunch the sandy pavement as I walk—step after step—down the quiet streets of this shithole town. It’s the dead of night, almost as dark as my soul. The pulsating muscle behind my rib cage bears no resemblance to what it was 24 hours ago. It's not even the same as it was before I met her. What lies beneath my flesh and bones is a new flavor of hate. One I haven’t tasted yet, and fuck, am I thrumming with excitement to take a bite. I need to put some distance between me and my latest work, though. The few people I see as I stalk these streets all look like dinner to me. In a cartoon, their heads would turn into steaks. My mouth and dick both start to salivate at the fun possibilities my mind is conjuring up.

I begin replaying all the things in my life that got me here as I veer off down a dirt road that goes into some woods. The twisted branches grow dense and block out what little light the moon provides. The temperature shifts dramatically the deeper inside I go, cooling down my hot skin. A place like this is home to a man like me. I watch the movie I have created of my parents’ deaths in slow motion. Then, how I was swaddled in my mothers warm flesh and taken. I remember the scraps I was given to eat, barely enough to sustain life but somehow I pushed through. I developed survival skills before I could speak in full sentences.

Then, I skim through the countless memories of people I fucked, murdered, murdered while fucking, fucked after they were murdered, and so on. I remember—each time feeling the tickle of guilt inside me—that this person was someone else's baby. The anger I felt at the fact that I’m just repeating the cycle. A smile pulls at the corner of my mouth.Not anymore, sir.Not anymore.

I don’t know how long I’ve been walking. Could have been an hour, could’ve been eight hours. All I know is that I am paying just enough attention to the world around me to keep on moving along the narrow dirt road. Warm-colored lights kiss the earth in front of me, and I feel drawn to it. The tree trunks are catching the glow as well, defining the bark’s design in each one. I raise my head and blink a few times to make sure what I’m seeing is real.

Tents made of tight fabric with dirty cream and red wine stripes. Round lights that look like the same color as fire. Rides, facades, popcorn stands… What the fuck…

A circus? Out here? Still open in the middle of the night? All of that seems wrong, which pulls me harder towards it. There’s something not right about this place. The air is blessed with faint screams sprinkled in between music and laughter.

The sign out front, spiked into the ground reads:Cirque’s Du Grotesque.

Alright, I’m game. Let’s get fucking weird.

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