Page 9 of Breaking Sanity
“Please can I c-cum?!” She's on the verge of tears. “PLEASE, master!”
“Break for me,” I order her, biting the soft spot under her ear.
That was all it took for her inner walls to clamp down and strangle my cock. I keep my punishing pace and squeeze her throat so much she can’t breathe. With a few more thrusts, I come with a groan that causes her body to spasm again. Fuck, I’m not sure if I will ever get over her ability to have multiple orgasms.
Releasing her throat, she slowly takes in some much needed air. I move both my hands on each side of her head, caging her in. Her amber chocolate eyes stare up at me as a smile dances across her face.
“I think it was the correct move” she taunts seductively.
I slam my lips into hers before the red comes back and I actually fucking kill her. I pry her lips open with my tongue and devour her. She bites down, so I slip my tongue out and bite her bottom lip until she’s moaning. I can feel her inner walls start to flutter again.
Ding ding, round 4, here we go!
I slam the trunk on the car I stole trying to bring myself out of the memories. It was one of our last nights together. I was planning on killing her that time, but she derailed that train. I readjust myself and jog back into the room to tie her up before she wakes.
When I enter the mostly cleaned up room, she’s crawling to the bed to help herself to her feet. I slowly stalk up to her and kick her good arm, throwing her off balance and causing her to faceplant into the carpet. She lets a half groan, half frustrated, scream. Alley tries to push her body back up but she is too weak. She settles for rolling onto her back and glaring up at me.
“Good morning Sleeping Bitch.” I smile down at her.
“I didn’t realize we were using nicknames,” she groans. “In that case, good morning Psychotic Prince Charming.”
“Oh, you think I’m a prince?”
“Go fuck yourself every which way from Sunday.” She tries to roll back over but I place my boot on her stomach, leaning on my knee so my weight is holding her down.
“See, Little Devil, that’s not nice. Why fuck myself, when you are here?”
I quickly move my foot, and plop to my knees on the ground straddling her. Her soft warm body tries to wiggle out from under me, but I just sink lower onto her bruised abdomen. Wincing in pain, she goes to punch me, but I grab her wrist midair. For good measure, I grab the other one and pin them both in my hand to the floor.
“Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me,” she yells trying to buck me off in a last-ditch effort.
“Tsk, tsk. You know that is not how that works.”
I pull my knife out of my back holster and place the blade on her cheek. She instantly stops struggling and lifts her chin, staring me down in defiance. However, the rapid falling and rising of her chest gives away her fear.
That’s it Little Devil, give me what I want.
“I will not go willingly,” she grins. “So might as well kill me now.”
“We both know, I want to kill you intimately and as painfully as possible, but that is not an option.” I run the blade slowly from her cheek down to the hollow of her neck. “Trust me, I want to.”
I take a deep calming breath and toss the blade on the bed, so I am not tempted to say fuck it and kill her as I have dreamt about. Instead, I take the syringe from my pocket and tauntingly dangle it in her face. Her eyes widen, while watching me slowly pull off the cap with my teeth. Needles are the only fear that she has where she doesn’t fight. She actually freezes and turns as still as stone.
I lean down and whisper, “I’ill have your life soon enough, Little Devil.”
I gently stab the needle into her neck and push the plunger. I push myself to hover above watching her eyes roll back as her lids close. Her head lolls to the side and her breathing evens out. I kiss her cheek, then hop off her to finish what I need to get done so we can leave.
As I set on to the road, in my actual fucking vehicle, I feel like I can breathe properly. After I loaded my Little Devil in the back seat, I went to each room and chained the doors shut. Luckily, it’s a small one level building so it didn’t take me too long. I got the broken door closed as good as I could before I chained that one up too. In thirty minutes, that whole place will be on fire and every living soul in there will be burned to a crisp along with that damn stolen car.
If I had a conscience, I would feel bad, but I don’t. Just a stroke of bad luck for those people. What’s the saying- wrong place at the wrong time?
To be fair, they could blame the big mouth in the back seat. She gave me the idea. They burned because she couldn’t help but play with fire.
I ease my foot off the gas pedal once we get a safe distance away. It’s about two in the morning and there is no one on the road so I let my mind wander to our first meeting.
8 years ago
After showering to get the blood off me, I walk out onto the driveway to get some much-needed fresh air. I’ll leave the others for later after I get this date out of the way. This chick and I have been texting back and forth for a few weeks now and before that, we’d been messagingon the dating app for months. Almost daily. She is an odd one but, fuck, at least she can hold a conversation. She is witty too and bonus does love horror films.
