Page 94 of Vile Boys

I pause and listen to the sound of my heartbeat while slick saliva and cum slowly run down my face and neck, covering my already wet clothes and body.

The rain starts again, but I welcome the downpour, washing away my sin.

I sold my soul to devils.

But I will gladly pay the price.

A single tear rolls down my cheek.

Not from fear or sadness or regret … but a tear filled with rage.

I stare at the knife lying in the bushes, glinting in the dark, beckoning me to get up and move.

You can do this.

You made your choice.

Now stick with it.

I sit up straight even though I can still feel the pounding in my own pussy that betrayed me and came from all the reckless thrusting on both ends. I was practically begging for it, pleading for them to let me come.

I never imagined I would willingly give myself to killers like them. And that I’d be left in such a lusty mess.

But I did it for all the right reasons, and someday, they will know my wrath.

I stand, a slow but vicious smile spilling onto my face as the rain destroys what was left of the mask I put on before I went outside.

A world oblivious is a world asleep, but I am wide awake to the horrors of this world.

Even fucking gods can bleed.

I bend over and pick up my knife from the bushes, the rose emblem flickering in the only light inside this maze. A slow, drawn-out laughter emanates from deep within my chest as I push away whatever I felt while they fucked me.

Even if I wanted to beg for them to fuck me, even if I craved nothing more than their fingers on my pussy while being denied over and over, even when I came so hard I could feel myself ascending into fucking heaven …hatredis the only thing I’ll carry with me.

To the end.

Wherever it may lead me.

I’ve already taken the first step. And I intend to finish the stairs all the way down to fucking hell just so I can make those devils disguised as gods pay.

Blaine

I lathermy body with soap and rinse it all off before I throw a quick glance at the mirror and smile at myself. These long locks really shine well with a little sprinkle of water. Maybe I should carry a spritzer around in my pocket to keep them moist and pretty.

God, I look fucking amazing today.

It’s probably not the weather, just me.

My hand slides down my body as I feel myself up, my mind drifting to previous encounters with my lovers. There are so many; I can just pick whichever I like to fantasize about. There’s no limit to my mind nor to my body, as I can never get enough of all the delicious men and women this world has to offer.

I admit I’m a slut, but I don’t care in the slightest bit. What use is a world if we can’t fuck around in it? And in my fantasies, oh boy, am I the fucking center of multiple people.

I groan as I wrap my hand around my ample size and stroke it like it’s nobody’s business. And it isn’t because I’m all alone with no one to look inside my brain and see that a blond girl slowly begins to push her way through the crowd. Her petite, curvy body dances to the rhythm of the music in a skimpy, see-through dress, her eyes settling on mine, pulling me closer.

And I rub myself harder and harder as she begins to undress in the middle of the dance, rubbing herself, smearing wetness all over, and I can almost picture myself coming all over that beautiful body.

She stops and wags her finger, then kisses two other boys right in front of me. And the smile on my face widens even more.

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