Page 19 of The Devil Within

My back bumps into something hard and knocks the breath out of me. I take my eyes off him for just a moment, and a moment is all he needs. His hand shoots out and large fingers curl around my neck, cutting off my air supply like a python constricting its prey.

“Where were you yesterday?” he growls against my face.

“Wh—what?” I choke out.

“Where the fuck were you yesterday?”

I rack my brain, desperately trying to figure out what he’s talking about.

“Nowhere.” I gasp as his hand tightens further around my airway. “I went to visit my dad, that’s all.”

His grip releases just enough to let me suck in a desperate breath. We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment.

“I can feel your pulse racing, love. Are you frightened?” he finally asks as he cocks his head to the side. The black empty eyesof the mask seem to stare straight into my soul, and I can’t look away no matter how hard I try.

“Yes,” I manage to whisper against the right hand holding my throat.

“Good.” His free hand reaches into his coat, pulling out the same bloodied blade as before and holds it up in front of my eyes. It’s coated in the dried blood of the man I stabbed. “You should be.”

He brings the knife down the hem of my dress. I’m terrified he’s going to cut me, or fuck me with it, or something, but the sharp sound of fabric tearing pulls my attention down to where he’s cutting my dress. I begin to flail and fight him. I need to fight him. I need to get out of here.

He pushes me harder against the mirror behind me, clamping down on my air way further. I claw at his hand but it’s no use. “I don’t want to cut you, beautiful. So be a good girl and behave for me.”

My fear of his blade is greater than the fear of being naked, so I stop flailing and let him cut the onyx fabric all the way up to my neckline. When my dress is finally sliced in two, he presses his body into mine. “Such a good fucking girl for me, aren’t you?”

His large hand moves up to the base of my chin. He tilts my head to the side, bringing my eyes and attention to our reflection. I’m a mess; mascara and tears stain my cheeks, my hair is a wild mane of curls, and my dress is shredded to bits. And yet I can’t deny there’s something intoxicating about the vulnerability he’s pulling from me. As a switch, I’ve been submissive before, but I’ve never been this truly out of control. Involuntarily, I roll my hips, seeking friction.

“That’s it my love,” the monster croons as he rubs his muscular thigh between my legs. “Your soul has called to me, asking me to create the chaos you crave. Show me how much you need this. Submit to me.”

He’s not wrong. I want this. Pleasure begins to curl low in my stomach as I shamelessly grind against this monstrous stalker, silently begging him. I’m willingly letting the flames of desire consume me. I know I should stop, but as I stare at our reflection, the truth is—I don’t want to.

As suddenly as he pushed me against the wall, he pulls me away. My eyes snap back to the monstrous mask as he drags me by my throat to the center of the room. His muscular body is hard as steel against my exposed flesh. The smell of him is familiar. He smells like some type of expensive cologne, a mixture of smoke and spice. It pulls on a thread of memory lost deep in the depths of my mind.

“When you come for me, it won’t be on my thigh, beautiful girl. I want to feel that pretty pussy of yours,” he growls before releasing my throat and using his hands to slide my sweater and ruined dress off my shoulders, leaving me in just my stockings.

He brings the knife back up, pointing the tip of the blade straight at my quaking chest. I tremble in fear and anticipation as my monster circles me. His blackened gaze rakes over my entire body. Heat licks my every nerve as my monster takes me all in. Once back behind me, he surprises me. A small gasp leaves my lips as he bends and falls to his knees.

I’m helpless as he pulls me down to the ground. I fall to my own knees with my back pressed to the firm wall of muscle of his chest as he positions me so my legs are spread across his thighs. Naked except for my fishnets, spread open for a demonic monster, with his arms snaked around me, and a knife held to my throat—I’m completely at his mercy. The stiff plastic of his mask rubs against me as he runs the nose up and down the length of my neck.

“Your desire smells so fucking delicious.” He uses two thick fingers to pull my stockings to the side, exposing my dripping core to him. “And it’s mine now.Youare mine now, sweet siren.”

TWELVE

The Demon

Little Girl Gone by CHINCHILLA

The scent of her fear and arousal is absolutely addictive. Her seductive lavender and honey aroma wraps around me causing my dick to twitch behind my zipper. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever smelled, and I’m not sure if once will be enough. She’s so fucking perfect—vulnerable and needy on her knees for me.

“Please,” she whimpers as my right hand peruses her bare flesh while the left still holds my blade to her throat. “Just tell me if she’s okay.”

I bring my hand to her perky breast, palming her flesh and groaning at how fucking good her skin feels against mine. “You want to know where your friend is, love?” I grind my thick cockagainst her ass as I whisper against the plastic of my mask. “Good girls get rewards. Maybe if you show me what a good fucking girl you can be for me, I’ll reward you.”

She leans into my touch, seeking more of my hands, more of my cock. More of me. This all consuming desire between us might be our undoing, but I can’t seem to pull my hand back from the flames—the burn is too good.

“Please,” she pants as I move my hand to her other breast, touching and teasing her.

“Do you want me to touch you?” I flick her pierced nipple with my thumb, eliciting a desperate moan from my little captive. “You want to be my dirty little slut and come for me?”

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