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“You see that syringe, Alaina? It’s yours if you make me cum like my good fucking girl, you hear me?” she said with hooded eyes, pointing towards the capped syringe on the ground.

“Yes, Tara. Anything… anything…”

“Good girl, baby. Now, take my thong off,” she ordered.

I obeyed, climbing up to my knees, hooking my shaking fingers into the waistband, and slowly lowering it to the ground for her to step out of. Her glistening pussy made my mouth water, and I needed to taste her.

Wrapping my hands around the back of her thighs, I pulled her towards me,

“Not yet, Alaina,” Tara commanded, stopping me in my tracks. “Take your panties off. Now.”

I was dizzy, my vision blurring, but I obeyed, sliding them off as Tara laid down on my blankets.

“Get my pussy over here and ride me, Alaina. You don’t get shit until you make me cum.”

Desperately trying to ignore the pain in my joints, I straddled her so one of her legs was in between mine, lowering my pussy onto hers. I draped her other leg over my shoulder and held her thigh close to my chest. I rocked my hips on hers, grinding my pussy on her clit in just the right spot.

“Oh my god, Tara…” I moaned, grinding harder and faster.

Tara groaned, panting as she cupped her breasts, tugging on the piercings in her nipples.

“Yes, baby girl, just like that… So wet for me already,” Tara praised. I clasped her leg to my chest as she matched mymovements. Feeling her clit rubbing against mine was euphoric; the harder I rocked my hips into her, the louder she got, fueling my body to continue.

“Such a perfect pussy, baby girl. Give it to me…” Tara gripped my thighs, digging her fingertips into my skin, and I could feel the muscles in her legs get tense.

“Please, Tara, please… Please… I want you to cum so bad…” I whimpered, grinding my pussy on hers faster. Her climax was building, and I had to make sure she felt every ounce of pleasure I could provide.

Tossing my head back, I mustered up all the strength I had left and kissed up the leg I was holding to my chest.

“Fuck, don’t stop, Alaina…” Tara cried out, her orgasm tearing through her body as her hips moved more erratically and her back arched off the ground. I kept going, knowing her clit was sensitive, desperate for her to feel good. She cried out in pleasure,

When Tara’s body relaxed, I held her thigh closer to my chest, hugging it with both my arms.

“I love you, Tara.” I confessed with watery eyes.

Tara sat up, sliding out from underneath me, reached for the syringe and tossed it onto the ground in front of me.

“Enjoy, baby girl.” Pulling the blanket up, Tara rolled over and fell asleep, leaving me alone, still horny, and feeling… used.

Chapter Four

Tara

“Breaking news out of Omaha this evening,” a news anchor said on a television in the window of an electronics store I was walking by. It’s been three hours since I left Dr. Halloway’s home, and I was curious about what was being reported.

“Police and fire responded to the home of Dr. Timothy Halloway at about six-thirty this evening in what appears to be an accidental fire caused by an electrical short in the en suite bathroom…”

The reporter’s voice trailed off in my ears, and for the first time in my life, I smiled.

A genuine smile.

For years, he and his colleagues used, studied, and triggered me. They thought they could control me, change me, fix me. But they’ll see the monster they created. They’ll feel every ounce of pain they cause; every tear I cried as a child will be a drop of their blood that will spill. They wanted to break me, but I’ll show them what true rage looks like…

Killing Timothy Halloway was just the beginning.

He triggered my urges, forced me to act on them, coached me, watched me kill… Now, I’m addicted to the sight of my knifepiercing skin, drawing blood. I needed more, and his colleagues would be next.

Gripping the straps of my backpack, I turned to continue walking, when someone suddenly pulled me into the alley next to the electronics store.

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