Page 76 of Collateral Damage

“And you fuck this sickness like a drugbaby. So who's worse?...” Her complexion goes almost the same colour as her insides painting my face. She loves that I'm messed up. It makes her feel less guilty for indulging in these desires I've planted in her head.

“Drugs are an antidote to pain…” She speaks truths and my eye twitches. We are both using each other to numb our past.

“Is that what I ambaby… Your antidote?” My free hand grips her head tightly to face the ceiling watching her squeeze the china sink as I slide my fingers back inside, just teasing her entrance listening to her stuttered sigh behind my ear. She is my undoing. The blood on my hands. I've killed her once and I'll do it again until she realises that even in death.Her body belongs to me.

“Bleed for me.”

My fingers curl deep inside, smothering my flesh in red satin, relishing in how wet my hand is between her succulent thighs, sucking out those bittersweet whimpers she hates.

“You’re not fighting this very hard,Love.” My teeth nip her tender throat as a whisper, tasting her bare skin as she sings my favourite song, creeping her legs open wider to take more of me.“Let me bleed you drybaby.” I rock my fingers deeper, steady with my rhythm and she’s already twitching her tight little cunt around me like a needy little whore, pushing into my hand as she rides that insatiable relief.

“Choke me…” She mummers quietly, and my lip curls as she uses her voicefor me.

“MyPuppethas a voice.” My tatted claw crawls up her throat, applying pressure at the sides and her eyes disappear in our reflection, already crumbling like granite, melting against the basin of the sink as I grind my bulge up against her ass forcing a gasp from her throat.

“My belt.” I snarl through a gravelly whisper and she wastes no time reaching for it, undoing its buckle letting it hang loose. Her hormones must be treating her well,such a slut for me.

I let her go, unthreading the belt from its loops before wrapping it around her throat, looping it through the metal ring, throbbing at her gasps as I pull it tight to secure her neck.

“Kneel.” I bite, and she does as instructed, kneeling at my boots, wearing my belt as a pretty noose as she awaits her death dangling before me, undoing my jeans to let my strap loose. I lubricate it withher bloodsmothering my hand as I kneel between her legs salivating at the sight, my knees digging into the tiled floor as I push her upper body gently until she finds the ground, teasing her aching hole ready to take me like agood girl.

“Let me ruin your insidesbaby…” She’s trembling with adrenaline as I slide in carefully, gripping her thigh to easemyself in, painting her ass in crimson as I claw at her porcelain skin and she’s totally unphased.

“Bleed on my cock,Innocence.” My words escalated her jagged moans as she struggles to take my length, choking on my belt as it restricts her airways. I tug her to face the ceiling, making her pray to me as I loom over her, curving into the ridges of my body against her as I fill up her velvet cunt, bringing her to new heights as I breach her most sensitive parts. Overwhelming relief surges through her like anaesthetic as my cock now slides effortlessly through her arousal, burying my kill inside her pussy.

“Fuck-”I hiss in relief, watching her take my strap like it was built to fit inside her, she sounds so fucking pretty when she’s dyingfor me, making me ravage her further, thrusting into her to seek out her cries as she clings onto her submission. She bows into my motion as she arches her back, her chest flush against the tiled floor and I must admit, it feels euphoric to tear down the archway to heaven. She won’t be making it there unfortunately. She will fall with me where she belongs as I fill her with her greatest sin.

“H-ayde-n…” I've learnt her body and the way it responds to me, all her buttons to tip her over the edge.My Little Puppetlikes to chase death when she cums on me, letting me pull the strings to keep her going as my grip tightens on the leather belt, slamming down around her throat to hike her back up on her hands as my tongue trails the length of her spine, tasting her sweet and salty pallet.

“Filthy Princess,make abloodymess for me. Don’t be shy.” My hunger gnaws down her ear as she touches herself for me, whimpering at the sensation against her fingers, trying to stay balanced with her entire body weight shaking on one arm but my belt has her secured, fighting to keep her head up so she doesn’tpass out as she grabs that impending orgasm, pushing into me with no repentance.

“Die for me.” I will kill her body, mind and soul if it means I get to see her at my mercy like this. Her bloodied hand tears at the white tiles beneath her as the pressure gets too much, smearing it like my own personal horror movie. A husky moan slips out my mouth as she lets me suck up her essence, cumming all over my cock, trying to claw her way out from beneath me as her lifeless body slides against the cold floor trying to catch her breath that's quickly stolen from her as I hoist her up against my chest, choking on the humid air.

“See… Murder can be just as beautiful…” My distasteful words grate against her ear as she fights all the reasons she should hate me right now for violating her. I slowly pull out of her to reveal the destruction smothered between her thighs, patch work of a sinner's stain blanketing her flesh like wet roses.

“I hate you…” Those words are music to my ears.

“Good.”I pull her up by her abdomen, caressing her soft clammy skin, wiping the sweaty locks from her face as her back meets my front, chasing her breath as I run it off, kissing the shell of her ear.

“The harder you hate me the harder I’ll fuck you.”

C H A P T E R 46

MY CONSTELLATION

Puppet

Play - ‘Out of the picture pt.1 - Kilu’

She's been in and out all day lugging god knows what back and forth, I have no idea what she's doing. I felt I needed space after the last few days. She violated me in the best way and I'm still beating myself up over it yet again, giving into my weird compulsion to fall into her arms like a helpless princess. Even after everything, I find myself aching for all of her sick and twisted desires just to please her. It pleases me, but sex is not the answer. I know I shouldn't be but I'm hurting and I don't know why. I'm sure this is a silly little crush that will go away but my heart is aching. I just want her to see what I see in her and she refuses to. Refuses to let me see that vulnerable side of her but I see it anyway, it's just who I am. I can't ignore these feelings and no amount of writing or keeping out of her way is helping.

I'm stuck in the same house as her. I can't exactly avoid her forever and deep down I don't want to. I want a hug. I want her to hold me in her arms and tell me all the things I want to hear and I know it's unrealistic. She said it herself. She would neverLoveme back and I think I'm finally going through my first heartbreak. A heartbreak that was not even intentional or planned. But I guess that's what heartbreak is, no one preparesfor that. She is trying to teach me that love is pain but she's wrong. It can be beautiful if you plant it in the right soil, this soil is just dry and has been left to wither away. I can't even get my words out, I've been trying to write for the last three hours and I want to throw the book, thinking of all the vile ways I want her to sin on my body just to feel close to her. She doesn’t love, she shatters. She’s shattered my perception on life. She’s shattered the girl I once was and this new version of me now glues to excitement like I might die tomorrow.

A knock brings me out of my head, glaring at the door as she pushes it open and she's in fairly clean and presentable attire,that's unlike her? But I'm gawking like a schoolgirl. I will never not drool at her in a black shirt.

“What's the occasion?” There is sorrow in her attempted smile.

“I want to show you something. Get dressed.” She leans her head on the frame of the door, running her fingers against the wood as she twitches the corner of her mouth before walking towards the living room and I swallow my feelings, trying to ignore this physical tension in my chest every time I look at her.

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