Page 15 of Ruin

The way her ratty, waist length, brown hair is begging to be bound around my fists, using my grip on her like reins as I rail my cock into her from behind.

I’ve never fucked a woman before.

Never fucking wanted to.

Apart from Lala.

And now, I can hardly stand to think of her without wanting to break my own fucking neck.

I close my eyes, breathing in deep, refocusing on the room. Red light, cave-like space, shadows and cold.

Mine.

Baby Bird in a cage.

I go back to my thoughts; imagine the way her pale neck would arch back at the force of my fists in her hair. The delicate column of her throat exposed, just begging for me to sink my teeth into it.

I haven’t heard her speak and I want to.

Impatient to hear the way she’ll cry.

Scream.

Make any singular sound that isn’t a grunt or a growl. Not that I don’t enjoy those, but they’re not what will satisfy me.

I push off of my work bench, uncapping the bottle of frosty water in my hand, condensation running down and over my scarred knuckles. Water plopping out of the top as I grip the thin plastic just a little too hard. I sink to my knees beside the bars. Tilt my head as I look at her. Curled up in a tight ball, a shiver running through her body. She could be sick. Could have a disease. Perhaps she’s already dying with something I can’t see, eating her up from the inside like festering maggots.

I place the open water down on the concrete beside my jean-clad thigh. Slowly, so slowly, I put my hand through the bars. I watch her sleeping face the entire time and as I reach her ankle, willing myself to be gentle, I’m not.

My fingers tighten around her bony foot and I pull.Hard.She screeches like a banshee, kicking at me like a wild animal. Grunts and growls as I tug her sharply towards me. Her tiny body having no option but to slide towards me. She fights with both feet, so I shove my free hand inside and grab her other foot too. Making it all too easy to slam her up against the bars. She bolts up, one arm clutched to her chest, snagged, torn nails of the other hand clawing at my hands, my wrists, my lower forearms. A fire burning so hot behind her eyes, it makes her crystal blues even brighter in the dimly lit basement, the brown spearing through like liquid gold.

I pull her so hard I practically hear her bones creak beneath my grip, feel them grind against each other and I imagine the squeak. I pass one ankle into my other hand, clamping both tight in one first, freeing my left. I grip her face fiercely, my thumb pressing aggressively into the corner of her jaw, just below her ear. It hurts her, she winces, snapping her teeth at me as I press ever harder, chin in the webbing of my thumb and forefinger.

Without saying the words, I tell her with my eyes.

‘Do not kick me when I let go.’

She starts to calm in my grip, knowing I can overpower her. Like I have the last couple days. Knowing her drawing blood with her filthy snagged nails down my skin is only lighting me up inside. A fire rips through my veins as her struggles slow. I loosen my grip on her ankles, my eyes locked on hers, I withdraw my arm from between the bars.

Gripping the water bottle from beside my thigh, I pass my arm back through, intense pressure on her jaw, popping her mouth open. I tip the bottle up, tilt her head back, her face between my fingers and thumb so fragile, if I squeeze just a little harder I reckon my thumb would pierce straight through flesh and bone. The thought of it makes my dick stir.

Ignoring it, I refocus my attention on her puckered lips, pour a little water into her mouth. She doesn’t try to swallow, instead she lets me fill her mouth until the ice water is overflowing down her cheeks. Her beautiful dead eyes peering into my own.

I wonder what she sees. What she feels when she looks at me.

Does she see a killer?

A tormentor?

Someone who’s going to raze the world to keep her by his side?

I almost scoff at myself.

I wouldn’t do that for anyone.

“Swallow,” I growl the order, raspy and rough.

The fact that that singular word also doubles as my name has my cock weeping for attention. A little blood somewhere now and I’ll explode like a fucking fire hose.

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