Page 185 of Satan's Spawn
“It’s okay, you don’t have to. Just keep doing what you’re doing. I really like it.”
The spark of excitement is back in his eyes. “Tell me something else you want.”
“I want you to watch me touching myself as you fuck him. I won’t orgasm, I promise.”
“Shit, Little Ghost. You’re fucked up.”
He has no idea.
“Is that a yes?”
Crayton nods, so I go ahead and spread my legs for him, making the dress ride up and expose my black underwear. I slide a finger slowly up to my neck, since I know he’s got some weird fetish with it, then trail it down to my collar, then between the valley of my breasts. I squeeze one of them in my hand. Watching him watch me.
“Are you taunting me, Rebecca?” he says, picking up speed, and at this point Felix is just a vessel to him.
“If I was, would you come over here and do something about it?”
Crayton growls, a typical primal response for a guy like him. He removes the knife from Felix’s neck and reaches behind him to shove it into his pocket. Then pulls out his phone, facing it toward Felix as he continues to plunge inside his mouth.
“Say jizz motherfucker.” Crayton snaps a picture and pulls out his cock, leaving Felix alone to gasp for breath as he stuffs the phone and his cock back in his pants.
“I dare you to look at her, you piece of shit,” he tells him, buckling his belt.
Felix’s only response is projectile vomiting onto the ground.
I’m cupping both breasts when Crayton makes eye contact with me again. There’s suppressed hunger, desire in them like I saw back at the waterway.
I know Crayton wants me as bad as I want him, but something is always stopping him.
I don’t get to deliberate further because Crayton flips his knife out again, lifts the sleeve of an exhausted Felix’s jacket, and slices the knife down his arm.
Felix cries out, blood dripping steadily out of him. Crayton doesn’t even flinch when he punches him square in the face, knocking Felix out cold.
“Come over here.” He beckons me, curling his finger.
I stand on shaky legs, still feeling the effects of the drug, and completely intend on blaming my behavior on it. I slide my arms through the straps of my dress, covering myself again.
Panic sets in when I reach Crayton, finding Felix completely unresponsive. “Did you kill him?” I ask, and Crayton crouches down to check the arm he cut for a pulse.
“He’ll die slowly.”
Crayton’s palm runs a line down Felix’s arm, then collects whatever blood is dripping from his wrist too.
I step closer, admiring whatever he’s doing, and when there’s a pool of red in his hand he rises in front of me.
I swallow hard when he dips two fingers in Felix’s blood, streaking some down my forehead to my chin, and then from cheek to cheek.
Making the sign of the cross.
“So…beautiful.” Crayton hums, sliding the strap of my dress off my shoulder before dipping his hand in the blood one more time. My breaths become heavy as he slithers them from my neck all the way to my breasts, leaving another trail of red in its wake.
He’s marking me again, but this time with the blood of the man who wronged me.
“Do you see it now?” He asks…low and rigid, “why you make me insane?”
I nod, closing my eyes when the tip of his fingers find my lips.
“Go ahead, Little Ghost. You know you want to.”
