Page 9 of All Your Pain

“Going to come, little kitten, need you to squeeze me tight when I do.” I shake my head and try to think of anything other than being here but my mind won’t stray from him and the connection he has to my body.

I start to tense and he feels it too. “That’s it, baby, come for me," he coos as he pumps into me faster and harder, his fingers digging so hard into my hips I’m sure he’ll leave bruises, as he holds me in place like a toy for him to wreck.

I shake my head again, “no! I won’t! I-ahh!” I scream as I make the deadly mistake of looking into his eyes and my entire body combusts, my hips buck up off the cold ground to get more of him inside me as my pussy holds him tight.

“Fuck fuck fuck!”he chants and his hips jerk an uneven rhythm as he comes deep inside me.

When he pulls out I wince as the pain starts to come back now that the pleasure’s worn off. I drag myself away from him as he sits back on his heels with his cock still hanging out. Even as it softens, he’s still big. It’s covered in streaks of come and blood. My pussy squeezes down on nothing, making his come start to leak out of me and a new wave of humiliation creeps in.

“You didn’t use a condom.”

“No, had to fuck you raw, little kitten,” he says as he brushes his fingers up through his messy fringe and I catch a glimpse of a scar underneath. Then he wipes his cock on my shredded clothes before tucking it away.

“But—,” I start but he cuts me off.

“Don’t worry about it, you won’t be around long enough to have a baby and I’m pretty sure I’m clean.” He gives me a look that makes my skin crawl and I sob harder. I press my face into my knees so he can’t see my pain and get off on it. I can sense him lingering there for a moment before his footsteps retreat and the door locks.

Now that I have some privacy my mind breaks down, the defenses I tried to build up completely shatter as I cry. I’m not going to blame myself and say I let it happen. But it’s not like he forced me to enjoy it. That was all me.

5

DEAN

Turns out my house isn’t as sound proof as I thought. I’ve been trying to sleep for the past hour but all I’ve heard is Willow crying and screaming. She’ll tear her vocal chords if she’s not careful.

She can’t do that. I like the sound of her voice too much, especially when she was coming on my cock. I should have told her my name, then she could have screamed that.

I can’t believe sheactually came. I didn’t even touch her clit but she still got off on my cock. I’ve showered since then but my skin is still buzzing from my own release and something else, like a need to touch her again.

Even if she wasn’t taking up all my attention with her constant noise she’d still be occupying my mind tonight. I should really stop myself from obsessing over her. I shouldn’t be thinking about how pretty her name is, or the way she looked sprawled out underneath me or how she gripped me so tight every time I hurt her.

Screams are like a lullaby to me, I should be sleeping like a goddamn baby right now, not lying here listening to her and wondering what this feeling in my gut is.

I could go down and shut her up for good or threaten her with a blade or my cock. But I'm not sure what I’ll actually do if I lay my eyes on her again.

I should never have taken her. Like I told her, I don’t leave witnesses.

I’m so careful with my kills that they’re not a problem but somehow she was just there creeping around the corner watching me and I knew I couldn’t let her go.

Rather than thinking about her tight pussy and how wet she was for me before I’d even touched her I should be planning out how to get rid of her, but for some reason it’s like I have a mental block.

I can’t picture killing her.

It’s easy to imagine choking or cutting her, but every scenario in my head ends with her coming on my cock with her eyes full of life.

Speaking of, the bastard’s not gone down. Even after I fucked her I wanted to take her again but I had to put some distance between us to stop the constant overwhelming urge to clean her up and hold her from taking over.

I don’t do that. I fuck and I leave.

I sigh and get out of bed, pulling on a pair of dark gray sweatpants before going downstairs. I’m not sure what I plan on doing when I see her. Fuck her again? Gag her?

When I open the door down in the basement she hiccups a sob then goes silent when she sees me.

I lean against the doorframe and I don’t miss the way her eyes widen with terror as she looks at the scars on my chest and torso. Plenty of people have made the same face, some just look at mewith plain disgust but for some reason I like the way she looks at me. She’s frightened but also curious.

“You’re lucky I don’t have neighbors. Your constant howling is keeping me awake, so I’m going to have to either gag you again or put your mouth to better use until you’re quiet.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet. Just, please don’t…” she trails off and looks down at her lap. She's naked and shivering. Her clothes still a tattered mess on the floor where I left them, like she's not even tried to cover herself up. It's like she's given up already.

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