Page 3 of Descent into Darkness

“The strongest thing this $20 will get me,” I reply with utter exhaustion in my voice. She grabs the cash and slips it into her pocket.

“Rough night?” she asks as she grabs a bottle off the shelf and flips a glass over, pouring the dark liquid in slowly.

I turn my face toward her, my eyes carving out a warning into her fuckin’ soul. “Trust me sweetheart, you don’t want to fucking know. Because, if you did… well, let’s just say, that’d be very, very bad for you.” I turn back away, hands folded on the countertop. I had no bandages, so my bruised, cut, and swollen knuckles are on full display. I can feel her eyeballing me as she pushes my drink in my direction.

“Sorry to hear that, hun. Mama always told me when someone warns you to back off, do yourself a favor and back the fuck off,” she says in compliance. “Just flag me down if you find another 20 for a refill.” She goes to turn away but stops. Part of me hopes she doesn’t change her mind and continue to pry, because I am afraid that I might hang her upside down and empty every bottle of alcohol into her cunt and tap her like a fucking keg. “For what it's worth,” her eyes stay down toward the bar, “I hope your night gets better.” Now, she turns and walks away.

Fuck you. No, you don’t. You don't know me. You don’t know that I’m a worthless piece of fucking shit that doesn’t deserve to have a ‘better’ night. The absolute rage that fills me at her kind gesture almost makes me lose it again. Not only was I trained that kindness is weakness and is how you determine the easiest ones to kill, but I, above all else, do not fucking deserve kindness. I pause, put the glass of liquid fire to my lips, and slowly shoot the whole thing down. I want to feel the burn as it sizzles down my throat. I don’t want it to be quick. I want it to hurt for as long as possible. BecauseTHAT'Swhat I deserve.

I muster up all the self-control I have and gently place the glass down. A very low, growly sigh floats from my nostrils as I have a look around the room. I’m being reckless. I should have already taken an inventory of the patrons here, where the exits are, and what all I could use to kill every fucking person in here. It’s pretty dead, though—a couple of old drunk guys at the end of the bar, a husband and wife at a table dressed better than one would expect in a place like this, a man by himself in a booth reading the bible, as one does, and… well, hello there.

My dick perks up as my eyes drink in a gorgeous sight unlike any I’ve seen in quite a while—this beautiful woman, short, hair pulled up into a ponytail, sipping her drink as she leans against the jukebox. By the time my eyes make it from her feet to her face, I realize she’s looking directly at me. The smile on her face says she wants to do a little more than come over and introduce herself. Maybethisis what I need—to fully get my shit together instead of recklessly murdering random assholes.

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Aflirtatious smile pulls at my cheeks as I give her a seductive look and turn back toward my drink. I can feel her looking at me, and I know that she is waiting to see if I look back one more time, to give her the confidence needed to approach. That double take that lets a person know that the first eye contact wasn’t just coincidental, and that you want more.

Father taught me some stuff about being charming and charismatic. It has proved to be useful in disarming unsuspecting victims and making them feel safe with me, which they absolutely never are. My cock stiffens at the thought of her cum and her blood lubricating it.

Before I can finish my possible fantasy, she approaches.”Hey, whatcha drinking?” she says as she places her elbows down on the bar and turns her head toward me, resting her cheek on her clasped hands. She smells like lavender and berries—sort of a calming scent that has more of an effect on me than I care to admit or care to unpack at this particular moment.

“Whatever it takes,” I say, glancing down at my glass, then side-eyeing her with another playful smirk.

“Whatever it takes for what, handsome?” she asks, her eyes studying the details of my face. There’s a lust in them that, up until this point, I have only seen laced in fear.

“Whatever it takes to keep me warm until you can take over, pretty girl.” I drop my voice a little bit, knowing how most girls like that deep, seductive tone. I turn and face her, my eyes lock onto hers, searching them for any ulterior motives.

“And what makes you think I want to keep you warm?” she says in a bratty tone, removing one of her arms as she turns more toward me and places that hand on her hip. The smile that still lingers on her face tells me that this woman is mine to lose.

“Well…” I say as I stand slowly, her eyes follow me up as I am a good 6 inches taller than she is. “I made you come for me without even lifting a finger...” I lean in close to her ear. She doesn’t flinch or back away. “Imagine how much you’llcumwhen I do,” I whisper against her ear.

“What if it's not your fingers I want to cum on?” she whispers back, and I immediately drip precum in my underwear. I feel her legs shift as she presses a thigh up against me, feeling how big and hard I am for her already. As soon as it registers in her brain what she's pressing against, she lets out a small whimper.

“Then you’re going to be a good girl and have a full glass of water before you go to room 7. I need you hydrated before I ruin that pretty pussy between your legs,” my deep voice rattles in her ear. I lean in even closer, my cheek now pressed to hers, “I’ll make sure I have some ice ready for you.” I give a gentle kiss on her blushing cheek before I step out of our little circle of sexual tension and walk to my room.

I strip my shirt off and toss it in the corner of the room on my way to the bathroom. Making sure there’s no residual blood lingering from when I cleaned myself up. Looks good. As I walk out, there’s a knock on the door. I moan to myself at how eager she is. Good girl.

As I open the door, she steps in and immediately drops her purse before wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me down so that she can kiss me. Our tongues battle for dominance as I kick the door shut and wrap my arms around her back. I lift her off the ground, hearing a few of her vertebrae’s crack under my powerful squeeze as I turn from the door to the bed and throw her down.

“I’m Jess, by the way,” she says with a cute little laugh, bouncing on the mattress.

“I don’t give a fuck what your name is. Tonight, you’re not Jess. You’remine,” I reply with a bit of aggression as I climb onto the bed. My hands wrap around her wrists and pin them over her head as I settle myself between her legs, my throbbing hard cock pressed against her shorts. I stare down into her eyes, my large muscular body looming over her. “Mine to use however I please,” I growl softly. “You made a mistake walking into the lion's den, little girl. Because I don’t hold back, and I don’t fuck gently. Youwillbe in pain when this is all over. But I’m going to use that pain to change you—to rewire that pretty little brain into a mindless slut that needs me, andonlyme, to hurt you in order to make you cum.”

“Hurt me, Daddy. I’m not scared of you,” she declares with the bratty confidence of someone who has no idea they’re being pinned down by a murderer.

“You should be,” I say with a coldness that temporarily wipes the attitude off her face. There’s that hint of fear. My dick throbs against her as soon as my brain consumes it.

I let go of her wrists to hook my fingers into her jean shorts and pull in opposite directions, popping the button off and forcing the zipper all the way down in one motion. A whimper jumps from her mouth before putting her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down as I yank her bottoms all the way off and throw them unconcernedly across the room. She pulls her legs back, showing off just how pretty her cunt is.

I moan with need as I shimmy myself down the bed. “See. I knew you had the prettiest pussy. All wet and drooling for me.” I lay myself down, hooking my arms under her legs and wrapping around her thighs, pulling her to me. My eyes focus on the wetness between them. “Don’t worry, sweet girl. Daddy’s going to clean you all up,” I speak slow and soft to her pussy before I dive in.

Immediately, my tongue is out of my mouth and gathering her juices from all around the source. Slow, hard licks from her asshole, up her lips to her clit. I swallow her perfect taste as my hands let go of her legs and snake back around to the inside of her thighs. I roughly force them apart wider, pushing them back so her cunt opens a little more for me.

Using my top lip as a barrier for my teeth, I press down on her hood, exposing her clit. Tensing my tongue, I begin batting her sensitive bud up and down, hard and fast. The rush of intense stimulation makes her groan out and arch her back. I feel her legs push against my hands, but my strength far surpasses hers, and I force her legs back to where they were, keeping her hips pinned down as I feast.

I lick her pussy until the overwhelming pleasure has her pleading with me to stop. Her cries getting louder as I ignore them and keep up with my masterful tongue fucking. Her hands unclench the sheets and clamp down on my hair, desperately trying to push my head back to give her poor pussy a little bit of a break. The sound of her begging mixed with the visual I get when I look up and see her crying makes me want to bite her clit off and chew it to dust right in front of her, consuming her most precious body part.

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