Page 24 of Soulless Deeds

My pussy gave one last vital squeeze of his dripping cock. Then, all thought evaporated as my hand automatically sourced the origin of this newfound intrusion. The sharp edge of the blade cut into my palm as I tried to halt the knife from stabbing deeper.

My mind whirled in rapid-fire sequence as my eyes latched on to his, an inch away from mine. Conflict was rife in their light hazel depths as if he was just as surprised as I was to find my own fucking knife sticking out of my chest.

I almost watched in slow motion as that one lapse of vulnerability was slammed aside, replaced with vicious intent as he simultaneously removed both his dick and blade from inside me.

A harrowing pressure crushed down on me as I faltered to my knees, warm arousal dripping down my thighs as a river of crimson poured through my fingers. I desperately clamped down on the gaping hole severed below my diaphragm, but despite hastening the flow, I intuitively felt the act was futile.

I buckled to the ground, my body losing strength as my heart pummelled harder. My life force pooled in a vibrant puddle of red that seeped through the cracks of the wooden catwalk, a slow drip cascading to the stage below. I knew I was close to death when not a lick of fear registered at the disturbing drop.

Despite all the fucked up scenarios I’d imagined for my demise, that was never one of them; bloody, broken and oddly satisfied. As dying went, I wasn’t disappointed. In fact, I was impressed with my send off.

I watched, transfixed as Echo walked away, his retreating frame blurring in and out of focus, my mind frantically latching on to what little consciousness I could muster.

Look at me, you bastard. Fucking look back at me.

As if he could hear my plea, his step paused, chin tilting slightly to the side as if to turn. Then, all hope was lost as he faded into darkness… Away from me.

Stark awareness slammed into me as pain lanced against my cheek.

“Fucking slap her again,” a melodic tone snapped.

I’d know that sound anywhere—an angelic voice veiled with savage barbs. “Meek?” I croaked, my eyes fighting heaviness to open.

Slap.Now, my opposite cheek burnt to match the other. “Fucking stop hitting me.”

“Just following orders,” Micah’s level voice chimed.

After countless attempts, I managed to crack an eyelid, my sight clearing on my two sisters, crouched above me. Their hands were pressing hard into my ravished body (not that I could feel anything).

I tried to smirk, the action causing a metallic gel to layer over my tongue. “You’ll never guess what happened.”

“Shut the fuck up, Spence, before I fucking kill you,” Emerson said through gritted teeth, tone strained. Then, I registered her face, pale and drained of colour, sweat lining her brow. She was using her Variant to stop the bleeding.

Micah hovered next to her, features stretched into an immovable mask, displaying the picture of perfect detachment. She would have been convincing, too, if it weren’t for the flash of fear that flickered in her eyes. “What happened, Spence?”

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to talk?” I snarked back.

Emerson growled. “I swear I’m going to fucking kill her, M.”

I tsked—or tried to, anyway, the sound more a gurgle than anything else. “I just had the best sex of my whole entire life… Then, I was stabbed.”

“Can you be serious for one second?! You’re fucking dying!” Micah screeched.

“At least I’ll die happy. I’ve found my soulmate. Truly.”

“He tried to kill you.”

“I know,” I said, smiling wistfully. “I can’t wait to see him again.”

“You’re not fucking seeing him again,” Emerson said. “Are you insane?”

“Yes,” I breathed as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “If only to return the favour. But unlike him, I won’t fail.”

The mere thought of his demise made me giddy and light-headed. Then, blackness re-entered, and I felt nothing at all.

ECHO

I shoved into my bathroom and switched the shower on to scathing hot, not even sure how I got there. Ripping off my clothes, I stood in front of the mirror, transfixed by my own nakedness, stained knife still tight in hand.

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