Page 76 of Hold On

Red snakes down my exposed stomach and over my fishnet stockings. Bash launches into the guitar solo. He’s glorious in his hood and mask, his fingers playing the fuck out of the cords like he does to my pussy when we’re alone together. I twirl in the carnage, blood flying from my limbs and landing on Bash’s white Doc Martens.

It looks morbidly perfect as he performs for me.

I hear a gurgle of pain as Luke regains consciousness. Bash finishes the song while he comes to.

Sebastian:

Alina looks absolutely breathtaking as she dances barefoot through the destruction she’s inflicted upon her abuser. Her bushy fox tail collecting spilled blood and distributing it around as she twirls is the icing on the cake. I’m covered in those splotches. It adds nicely to the overall aesthetic I’m going for. My bloody vixen is extracting the medium chisel she just carved into Luke’s hip as I walk up and grab the large one off the table, handing it to her. She happily chucks the one in her hand to the messy ground.

Luke himself is barely a person anymore, resembling human pulp more than a human male. His flesh is mangled and shredded, split and torn. He can barely get any air into his body with the state his nose is in. He’s left gasping in his seat, though his breaths are shallow and filled with pain. Alina admires the large chisel in her hand as she spins again and her bushy fox tail flies with her. Her red hair matches the blood she’s covered in.She hums to herself as she assesses her damage. I decide to go for the bat again.

Remembering the scar above my eye, I swing for Luke’s brow, which is already bandaged from the candle incident with Lina. A crack echoes throughout the night, sending his dogs into a frenzy. Alina cheers and jumps, her bloody tits bouncing sexily as she does. “Come here, fuck doll,” I order as she immediately obeys. We’re operating under pure adrenaline and arousal now.

I fling my belt open as Alina drops to the ground before me, her knees squelching in the mess underneath us. She rips my hard cock from my pants and stuffs it down her throat. I waste zero time, fucking her face harshly. She takes me so fucking well. We don’t even care if Luke is looking now. The bat and chisels lay idly at our feet. I grab each of her cheeks in my hand and slow down to watch her beautiful face swallowing my dick. She beams at me as I rasp heavily into the mic. “You’re such a good fuck doll, baby. Open your throat a little more for me,” I growl and somehow, she does it. Her fingernails sink into the flesh of my ass as she steadies herself for my thrusting. Luke is still gurgling next to us. I look over to him finally to see that he’s barely holding on. “We’re losing him, Lina Girl,” I say suddenly, halting my hips. The life in his eyes is flickering in and out. Alina grabs the largest chisel from the cement where she dropped it, along with the hammer and stalks over to him. She places the chisel against his crotch and even I have to look away at first in sympathy pain at what she’s about to do.

But I turn back at the last minute and watch as she lodges the big ass chisel into his cock and balls. She swings the hammer over and over, her glee giving way to anger and fury. She screams and screams, as she repeatedly bashes his genitals and massacres whatever lay there beneath his clothing. By the time she’s finished, you can’t even see the chisel, it’s embedded so deeply into what’s left of Luke’s body. Her adrenaline makingshort work of his pelvic bones. She crumbles before him, sobbing uncontrollably. I whisk the hood, mask and mic off of my face as I approach her slowly, not wanting to startle her.

“It’s over, baby,” I say softly into her ear. She whips her head around, staring at me as if she forgot I was here with her. She’s breathing strangely, trying to come down from her emotional release. Before we both know what we’re doing, our lips are slamming themselves together. Blood mingles between our tongues as we kiss hungrily. I pant against her lips as pre-cum drips from the head of my dick. And then, Alina straddles me, mounting me as she rips her tights further and pulls her underwear to the side. She begins to fuck me in front of Luke’s dying body, her red tail thrashing about behind her as she takes all control and rides me.

I turn her head so she can watch as he takes his last breaths, needing her to see that he’s finally gone. She collapses into my chest as I hold her to me, continuing to fuck her as she turns into my perfect little fuck doll, her body limp as the fight leaves her completely. Blood covers everything around us, my back sticky and soaked as I lie beneath my girl.

“It’s over, Lina Girl,” I repeat again, and she finally smiles before gently closing her eyes and passing out in my arms, my cock buried inside of her.

Chapter Forty: Epilogue

Sebastian:

Alina’s the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen as I watch her sip her coffee, basking in the early morning sunlight of Paris. Her red hair is a chaotic mess of curls around her head, the most serene look plastered on her face as she gazes over the balcony.

It hasn’t always been this way.

It’s been three months since we’ve killed Luke and have been hopping around Europe ever since. The intense trauma we’ve been undoing in that time has rocked us both. That’s part of the reason why I’m taking this moment with Alina in. It’s delicate. And most of our healing hasn’t been. It’s been messy as shit. A mix of shedding tears, fears and old narratives. We’ve gone from being happy to be together to afraid of each other due to our shared and separate trauma, then back again. The constant back and forth has been tedious and yet beautiful. We’ve had to learn to communicate better. To hold space for each other. To not jump to conclusions. To not expect anger or pain from the other just because they’re upset.

It’s been fuckingwild.

But we’re still here and still together and every day I wake up with her by my side, I’ve won.

I’ve made every dream come true that I ever wanted for myself, despite my father and his abuse and my mother’s lack of intervention.

It all pales in comparison to my love for Alina.

“Bash? I forgot my ring by the sink!” Lina Girl calls and I retrieve her engagement ring from the bathroom counter, knowing she took it off to shower and do her skincare routine for the day. It’s resting beneath the open picture frame of our images from high school. I never got to propose to Alina amongst the wreckage of Luke when we massacred him. But I did do so a few weeks later while in Venice. Cheesy and romantic as fuck. She ate that shit up.

We gorged ourselves on pasta and fucked all night.

Cade and his men were able to return to wherever they needed to be seen before Luke’s body was discovered. He arrested the dirty cops he so desperately wanted to take down and was able to re-home all the Dobermans to a property he bought just for them, where they run free and can be semi-normal dogs. He’s chosen to spend his time rehabilitating them. He sends us pictures every now and then. He’s even got a litter of puppies he’s starting to raise.

I walk onto the balcony and hand my fiancé her ring. She grins at me and accepts it with a squeal. Today feels like a good fucking day. I inhale gratefully. “What do you want to do today, Lina Girl?” I ask her as I take a seat next to her at the small table.

“You,” she answers automatically, and I can’t help but blush. She makes me feel so fucking loved.

“You’ve done me already,” I mumble on a laugh as she smirks.

“Your point? I told you Bash Cox, I will never get tired of fucking you,dipshit.” She rolls her eyes and returns to the book she has open next to her coffee. Only Alina could insult me and flirt with me at the same time. Dammit, she’s right though. I rub at my dick, thickening in my pants at the thought of her naked body. We really do love fucking each other endlessly.

“My apologies,” I offer instead. Her green eyes meet my blue ones. I grab her forearm and run my fingers along it, making goosebumps rise.

“I do have a song request,” she says with a faint smile. I look at her, intrigued.

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