Page 42 of Little Psycho

“Did I forget to mention that I like playing Russian roulette while my gun is buried in someone’s cunt—your cunt?”I keep fucking her with it, jealous that it isn’t my cock inside her, aroused by the look of terror swirling in her eyes.

I pull the trigger again, making her jump as a gasp escapes her throat, her body trembling all over again.

“Scared, Little Psycho?”Her eyes flutter, widening every time I call her that, and it begins to make me wonder why.Still, I fuck her with the gun, pulling the trigger randomly.

Shaking her head and swallowing hard, she chokes on her words as she whispers, “I’m not scared at all, trigger.In fact, fuck me deeper, faster, and harder, and pull the trigger again like a good fucking boy.”Her eyes glimmer with dark desire, her chest heaving from her deep sporadic breaths.

Shocked that she isn’t phased in the least, I yank my gun out of her, relishing the wet, suction sound her pussy makes.Bringing the barrel in front of my mouth, I stick out my tongue and lick her essence off while she watches, swirling my tongue around the black steel until it’s completely cleaned off.

“Tell me, Little Psycho, where did you learn to talk so dirty?”I taut as I step away from her, licking my lips to savor the taste of her.“You’re a little minx, aren’t you?”

Calista’s eyes narrow, but her smile remains as she looks at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.“Don’t call me that, trigger, but if you must know, I’ve learned from the fucking best,” she replies, her tone slightly threatening, dripping with raw confidence.

I have to admit, there’s something about the way she carries herself that makes me hesitate.This isn’t the same Calista I remember.There’s a darkness in her eyes—a fire that wasn’t there before.But I can see why she is the way she is, with all the twisted things she’s had to endure.And I can’t help but feel a surge of pride that we had a part in shaping her into the fierce, unyielding woman standing before us, even if we wanted no part in the diabolical turn of events we were forced into by our parents.

As I watch her, a wave of regret eventually washes over me.What have we done?What kind of monster have we helped create?

Before I can dwell on those thoughts, Ash steps forward, his voice letting me know that a devilish smile tugs at his lips.“You’re one feisty little thing, aren’t you?I suppose we’ve got our work cut out for us.”

In an instant, Calista’s demeanor changes.The air around us crackles with tension as she squares her shoulders and meets Ash’s gaze head-on.

“Bring it on, savage,” she challenges, her voice filled with defiance.

Right then I realize that Calista isn’t just a victim—she’s a force to be reckoned with, and we’ve just unleashed something that we may not be able to control.But deep down, a part of me can’t help but revel in the darkness and the chaos.This is what we were always meant to be—twisted, dark, and chained together in a dance of danger and desire.It’s a vicious game we’re playing, but I know that I'm all in—that we’re all in.

The game is far from over; we’re all just getting fucking started.

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Slippingout of the dark alley, we leave Calista secured to the fire escape above her, knowing she’ll be able to undo the string from my sweatshirt that we tied around her wrists.We wanted her to be able to break free, just when we were far enough away from her, so she didn’t assume right away that it was us in the alley with her.

Sitting in the front seat of my car, my hands gripping the wheel as my engine vibrates my entire body, I can’t get her and our little game out of my head.

Looking out my driver window, I nod at Ash in the car beside me with Kill in the passenger seat, too fucked up to drive tonight.I can see the lust and need in their eyes, and jealousy courses through my veins, knowing what’s about to happen once we speed off.If Kill was my passenger, I’d be the one getting roadhead tonight, not Ash.

With my cock screaming at me, painful and rock hard, I reach down and begin to jerk myself off, resting my head back against the headrest.Even as the girl drops the flags in front of us and I floor the gas pedal, I stroke my cock, picturing Calista the entire time.

As we speed off into the night, with Ash and Kill lost in their own debauchery in the car beside me, I can’t help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through me.Calista’s fierce defiance only fuels my desire for her even more, and the thought of what’s to come between us leaves me breathless with anxiety.

The twisted game we’ve unleashed is intoxicating—addicting—and I know that the chaos and darkness will further bind us together in a way that can’t ever be broken.

SEVENTEEN

LOST

BREAK STUFF—LIMP BIZKET

CALISTA

“You know it was them, right?”Addy speaks up, appearing again from out of nowhere as I rip off the string from around my wrists, throwing it onto the pile of garbage beside me.

Trying to shake off the shock from what just ensued, I bring a cigarette to my lips and light it, feeling the nicotine rush instantly flood my bloodstream.On shaky legs, I emerge from the dark alley, my frantic eyes searching my surroundings.

“Calista, did you hear me?”Addy pesters again, refusing to give up and go away no matter what I do.

“Leave me alone, Addy,” I snap, walking right into the chaotic crowd, searching for Five.

“Did you know it was them?”She asks again, and I spin around in a huff, ready to go off on her.

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