Page 43 of In Love with the Devil

Scream Night

Julian

She lost it after I last forced myself on her. That's why I knocked her out the next night, when I needed to fuck her. I've been starving for her for three months, waiting for her to heal. Her attempt to escape still amuses me. I'm also proud of her for trying so hard, my smart little bird.

It was so hot when she practically told me to go to hell after the last appointment. But then she allowed that idiot to touch her. Yes, I watched every minute of it, and jacked off to it too. She looked and screamed like a goddess. And I could never deny how beautiful she looks and sounds while getting fucked, but only one living cock is allowed in those holes.

I know she was thinking of me. That's the only reason she's still breathing. If only she knew that I've never been this patient with anyone else. She knows that she is mine. She has already seenthe consequences of my wrath, so none of what I'm about to do tonight is my fault. I'm done trying to be patient.

I chose tonight as our special night, because I'd be damned if that guy ever touches her again but also, it's the final day of the semester. This means that the college kids will run through the streets screaming and partying, breaking glass bottles, sometimes destroying public property. That's how it gained the name,scream night. There's an additional statistic why this night is famous. Rape cases shoot through the roof every year on this night, near the school. With all the commotion, no one can hear the victims screaming for help.

I'm right outside her door when I take a peek at her through the camera feed on my phone. She just took a shower and put on pajamas that hug her body. When I unlock the front door with my copy of the key, and walk in, I purposefully leave it open, squeaking.

“Hello?” The street lights brighten her face as she walkout of her bedroom towards the door. My cock hardens at the sight of those big round black eyes and lips, that long black silky mane. The sound of a glass bottle crashing, startles her and she screams like a skittish cat then covers her mouth before rushing to close the door.

"Fuck," she cusses, leaning on the door, trying to catch her breath.

This is what I've done to her. Even after all these weeks, she's on edge 24/7. Astoria lets out a long breath of relief.Looking around, she doesn’t catch sight of me because I’m in a darkcorner, dressed and painted all in black. She chastises herself, probably thinking she left it unlocked and the wind blew it open. I wait until she's almost back in the hallway that leads to her bedroom before pushing the lamp. The crashing sound mixes with her gasp when she turns and finally sees me. At first, the shock has her mouth hanging open, then she shakes her head, trying to deny reality. Silence. Then a screech rips out of her as I slowly take a couple of steps toward her. I'm sure the grin on my face terrifies her.

“Oh little bird, I warned you so many times..."

She runs into the hallway, away from me, not knowing that’s exactly where I want her to go. Within seconds, she's at the back door, trying to push it open, shaking the knob she just unlocked. She slams her body into it but it just won't open enough for her to get out. That's because I nailed planks of wood to it outside. There is no way out. For a few seconds she turns, finding me leaning against a corner of the hall, blocking her from the front door. “What the fuck? Someone help me!”she screams while punching at the door with frustration and desperation. "Help!"

I fake a laugh that freezes her. "I gave you a preview of what happens when you piss me off. And still, it only took you three months to forget that you'remine!" The last word thunders out of me with my infinite rage, and I hear her helpless whimper.

"Julian…"

“Are you ready, little bird?”A smile spreads on my lips as I listen to her hyperventilating, and watch her slowly accept her doom, turning to face me again. I can't get enough of the terror she'semanating. I'm two feet away from her when she starts trying to melt into the wooden door. The scent of lavender radiating from her is almost enough to calm me, almost. My eyes sweep from hers to her thick, quivering lips. I bite mine, dying to want to taste hers.

I lean forward to whisper, “I’m not gonna lie, baby, it’s gonna hurt, really fucking bad. But it will never hurt as much as watching you fucking someone else.” Then I yell, "You broke my fucking heart!"

"I'm sorry–"

"Sorry?" I grab her by the nape and slam her forehead against the wall. The impact breaks the skin and she falls back.

“Fuck,” she whispers while wincing, clearly discombobulated. Slowly, she inspects with her hands the wetness on her forehead only to discover it's blood.

"Oh. Did that hurt, baby? I'm sorry," I mock and laugh.

Her mild confusion gives me the chance to wrap my hand around her neck. She tries to scratch away my shaking hand. My dick is throbbing because of the masterpiece before me. Slowly, I squeeze tighter and push her down so that she's kneeling, staring up at me with pleading eyes full of tears and fear. I bite my bottom lip while unbuckling my belt, then unbutton my pants. In the one second I blink away from her, she punches me in my balls. The pain takes my breath away, but Astoria is more essential to me than air, and worth a lifetime of pain. I recoverbefore she's crawled out of the hall, and pull her ankle, making her fall.

"No! N–o!" she screeches, drawing another laugh out of me as I drag her on the floor back to me.

She kicks at me, landing a few hits, but nothing will keep me away from her. I'm high on the rage, numb to all pain she could possibly cause me. My body is flat covering hers, while she wastes her energy flailing, fighting, and trying to escape. I know why she likes these pajamas, the fabric is soft, thin cotton. My dick lies on the valley of her hot ass. Fuck, the comfort, so delicious. I'm at the gates of heaven. I wrap my belt around her neck, loop it and pull until the metal is digging into the side of her neck. It at least shuts her up. She's tries to loosen it so she can breathe.

"I love that you're such a fighter."

I am so hard for her, so fucking hard. Rage and desperation keep alternating and mixing in her eyes, cheeks, lips, even her eyebrows. It's all over her. I pin her chest to the floor with one hand while holding the belt with the other, moving up between her legs, ignoring her kicking.Eventually her eyes roll back with the lack of oxygen. Her fighting slows. I release the belt and allow her to take in a few breaths.

Astoria can’t see me taking out the two blade knives from my pockets. I lick my lips, impatient to see how she reacts to this, to see her bleed more. When I lift my weight off her, she does exactly as I predicted, she flattens both her palms on the floor to raise herself, ready to bolt but I push the knife through her righthand to the wooden floor. My cock throbs at the feel of the knife going through the thickness of her skin, the meat of her hand all the way to the other side, burying the tip in the wood.

At first, there's only her panting, no other sound. She’s too shocked about being impaled to know what to do or say. That’s fine. I grab her other hand and she screams right before I do the same to it. She tries to move but can’t because of the pain. Short puffs of air come out of her mouth while accessing how much pain any movement causes her. I know she's about to freak out when her breathing trembles.

“Oh, Astoria. Truth is, I should thank you. I’ve been holding back so much, my beautiful little bird. Now you’ll see the real me.”

“No.”

“Yes, baby. Don’t you see? It’s time. Your subconscious knew it even before me.”

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