Page 16 of Drag You Down
I press my mouth against the pillow to hide my noises as I lift my hips up. My back protests again, but as ever, it only makes my head grow dizzier with arousal, and I grip myself tighter.
Good boy, the Devil whispers into my ear.
That’s the problem.
I’m not good.
I’m dirty.
I’m tainted.
I’m disgusting.
No matter how much I pray, no matter how many times I repent, this stain stays within me. I judge the world around me, but I know that the dirtiest, filthiest place is inside my soul.
Only the Devil would think I wasgood.
My thoughts continue to spiral as I masturbate. Pleasure and pain mingle while I imagine the Devil touching me, egging me on.
While I imagine him kissing me.
I groan and reach for my back, pressing down on a welt I can reach. The bandage feels wet already, and when I draw my fingers away, I see a hint of red. I suck on those fingers and taste my own blood, delicious and sinful andwrong.
My vision is blurry when my orgasm slams into me. My seed spills, and I keep pumping myself until my cock is too sensitive to continue.
Then I lower myself down, not caring that my stomach lands directly against the wet spot.
I’m too exhausted to move.
The tears trail down my cheeks, and I sob quietly into the pillow.
Why am I like this?
Why does God want me to suffer with these terrible thoughts?
I breathe hard, trying to work through the moment, then I rub my eyes to erase the tears. I have no right to cry. All of this is my own fault.
I just need to be stronger.
I just need to resist.
CHAPTER 4
GABRIEL
“I’m innocent!” the man yells, his wide eyes flicking to the sharp serrated knife I’m holding.
“I haven’t even accused you of anything,” I point out, circling the chair he’s ziptied to.
He swallows hard enough to where I can see his throat working, and I imagine slitting it, letting the blood splatter out all over me so I can feel it and taste it.
It reminds me of my little lamb.
But I have better plans for Nathan Morretti, bigger plans, and they don’t involve a quick or easy death. He’s caused too much misery, too many deaths of his own. The police have done shoddy detective work, half-assing the case.
My contact at the police station believes it will be declared an accident instead of arson, and that simply won’t do.
Not when three people died because of the man in front of me.
