Page 3 of Sinner's End

So, I did the next best thing a girl can do and ordered myself a battery-operated boyfriend online. The sleek black box arrived yesterday. After waking from my afternoon nap and adream that has me begging to be fucked, I seek out my new purchase. Opening it up I stare at the intimidating silver phallic form nestled in its bed of purple velvet.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Slipping fresh batteries inside, I lie back down on my bed and fiddle with the speed and intensity settings before pressing it against my sex through my panties.Holy shit.The vibrations roll through my already sensitized body. Outside, thunder rolls through the clouds as heavy rain pelts against my bedroom window. I never close the drapes anymore, hoping to give my watcher an unobstructed view.

Awareness rocks me, and the feeling of being watched is more intense than ever before. The gaze caressing my heated skin from a distance serves to make this experience more erotic and even a little taboo. I mean, who the fuck masturbates for their stalker’s viewing pleasure?

Pulling my panties aside, I allow the object in my hand to slip through my folds and nudge at my entrance. My orgasm is already cresting, the dream I woke from earlier still riding me as I twist the dial to the highest intensity.

A scream rips from my throat as my orgasm washes over me. I hope my watcher sees everything. I want to entice them to approach me. I need to know if my watcher and one of the strangers in my dreams are the same person.

I want…

Chapter Two

Welcome to Hell on Earth

Mana

Blood tinged with a hint of sin drips from the end of the needle jammed into my skin. Even with tape wrapped around the puncture mark, my darkness ekes out, staining my flesh with the taint of my kind. Demon kind, waltzing amongst humans like I’m the same and expect them not to notice the increasing differences between us.

“One of these things is not like the other things.”I hum the little ditty in my twisted way, watching my man potter about at my side in the unused asylum’s frigid, underground room. The perfect place to create a drug the previous inhabitants would have given a fragment of their souls to possess.

Alonzo sees the change in my demeanor as he drains me, I’m certain of it. But I pay him well enough, and that’s what keeps him in line. His loyalty remains with the highest bidder, and none other. No one else can give the twisted Chemist what I do.

A good thing my father allows me unlimited power over some aspects of my life. That boon creates a comfortable hiatus for my study of the overworld to better understand how to endlessly torment and torture their kind.

At least, that’s how I pitched my little holiday venture.

I’m so full of shit.

An hour in sunlight is worth an eternity in any dark realm, and I’ve bartered myself a full mortal life of the stuff. Shit, I nearly giggled hysterically as I backed away fromhisthrone built of ash and souls.

For the next sixty or so years I’ll exist in a reduced, aging body until my bargain expires. I fully intend to enjoy everysecond of my rule over men before I return to my place at the hellkeeper’s side. Sunshine, hot pussy that’s not actually burning from the inside out when I pierce their flesh, and lollipops.

That last part might have been misconstrued. The gift I was given turned out to be a mortal curse that has left me, at the human age of thirty, a pincushion prisoner for a drug of my own making in an underground criminal empire on which I maintain a tenuous grip.

Sometimes, I wonder why I left hell at all.

“Another gallon to go,my lord.” Alonzo smirks, flicking the needle with a dirt-encrusted, ragged nail rather than the vein.

Pain ricochets along my arm, and I discover extra nerve endings I forgot I possessed in this form.

“I appreciate your candor.” I grit my teeth, watching the man’s scarred, pale fingers worm their way along my flesh. “One day, I’ll repay you in kind.”

And sear the flesh from your brittle bones, one layer at a time.

I believe humans have seven layers of skin. I’ll enjoy exposing every single nerve ending of his to my blackened flame while I fuck his ass with a cock that spews acid the color of my blood. A gift I could request and know the promise will be held for a not-too-soon future for both of us.

Cooking sinners from the inside out is fun. I get to experience all their suffering that way. Here, I am a lot more harmless. No acid in my veins, though my taint remains. Same for my cock. I haven’t cooked anyone for thirty years and … it’s nice. Relatively speaking.

Alonzo fusses with his vials, swirling their contents and studying the color. He checks a cheery little timer on the scarred wooden table at my side while he sucks on his teeth. A disgusting habit. I’ll enjoy removing his gums sometime.

“It’s paler today.”

I blink at him. “I beg your pardon?”

“The stain that ForgetMeKnot flourishes on. It’s … fading. Like you’re becoming more like the rest of us.” He speaks baldly in an honest exchange of information as we’ve always done, though omissions are permitted.

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