Page 3 of The Devil Within

When we’re both spent, we cease our attack. The only sound is our heavy breathing and the soft pitter-patter of the rain on the canopy above. Marcus stopped screaming and fighting a while ago. His vacant and horrified eyes stare up at the night sky. He’s definitely fucking dead.

“You go get the shovels; I’ll start cutting fingers and pulling teeth?” My best friend questions as he releases his hold on the meat sack that was Marcus.

“Yeah.” I nod, pulling the mask from my face so I can breathe. The cool rain is a relief against my heated skin as I turn and stalk off toward the service road where we left the car.

Three down, three to go.

There is—was—a group of six of them. Six monsters who haveruined countless lives. Six monsters we‘ll wipe from the face of this Earth. We might be headed to Hell, but we sure as shit will send these fuckers down into the fire pits of darkness before us. Marcus is the third we’ve taken care of and buried out in these woods. Three left. Brody and Will won’t get off as easily as Marcus did. Kyle has been suspiciously absent lately, but we’ll track him down, we always do.

As I walk back to the car with the cool night air biting my exposed face, I can’t help but wonder what my girl is up to. I’m tempted to pull out my phone and search the cameras I have placed in her home and work to see where she is, but I know better than to use my phone at a murder scene. It’s going to stay securely powered off until I get back home. She better be behaving. If I review the videos and see that she let another person touch her, there will be more than one body to bury tonight. Even the thought of someone else’s fingers running across her beautiful flesh has my blood boiling. The urge to claim her is growing stronger and stronger with each passing day. She’s an obsession that I can’t seem to free myself from.

She is mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.

THREE

Olivia

Daddy by Ramsey

“That’s it baby, ride my thick, fucking cock!” Erika shouts as her fingers twist into my hot pink curls.

Each punishing thrust of her hips rocks my entire body. My nipple piercings lightly catch on the rough fabric of the sheet beneath me with each pounding motion. The sensation is abrasive but fantastic. She has me bent over the edge of the bed while she fucks me with a thick, pink strap on from behind. Usually we play with a variety of toys but inevitably we always end up in this position. It’s part of herveryuniquefantasy. She pulls my hair, forcing my head off the mattress as she leans into me. The sting of my scalp is punishing in the best possible way.

“Does my little slut like that?” she whispers into my ear before fucking my ear canal with her tongue, synchronizing with the pace she’s fucking my pussy.

Her tits bounce against the skin of my back as she fucks me. Her stiff nipples scrape roughly against my sticky skin, the sensation drives me absolutely wild. With each pump, my clit digs into the stiff edge of the mattress as her grip on my hair tightens. The dildo she’s wearing pounds right against my G-spot at this angle. My body feels like it’s about to combust.

“Yes,” I manage to groan out between pants. “Yeah, baby fuck me like I’m your good little whore!”

Suddenly everything stops and she shoves me down onto the mattress. She completely untangles our two bodies.

Shit.I forgot again.

Her voice is cold and distant when she finally speaks. “You know the rules. That’s not what you call me.”

Erika is a good lay but she’s also fucking insane. If I was here on my own free will, I would have stopped agreeing to see her and playing her games long ago. The amount of rules this girl has about our ‘play time’ is extensive. It takes everything in me to remain submissive and sweet as my eyes ache to roll sky high. This girl is too fucking much. But I need to stay on her good side, which is why I’m here—attempting to play nice.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I croon while wiggling my ass at her. I really wish she’d just drop this and continue, but usually that’s not how this goes.

The sound of the slap registers before the pain. A sharp stinging sensation radiates across my backside where she spanked me.

“That’s right, I am your daddy, and maybe I need to teach youa lesson.”

I was so close to coming. I just want to finish. Now things are going to take a turn. I’d groan in frustration but I know that’ll only make what’s coming next ten times worse for me.

A second hard spank lands on the tender flesh of my ass, marking my other cheek. This time I can’t help but cry out. I’m a fan of impact play but she’s a true sadist and feeds off my pain more than my pleasure. I sometimes worry that she’s feeding solely on my misery; a leech who’s made her way into my life and won’t let go until she ruins me.

I hear her walk across the room. I lie as still as I can as my body cools and goosebumps break out across my exposed flesh. I can hear her move things around but I don’t dare raise my head to see what she’s doing. My pulse skyrockets as my mind flips through possibilities of what she could be doing. I need to remember my rules right now.

“Crawl to me.” Her cold voice slithers across the expanse of the room to me. It’s a command, not a request, so my only choice is to obey. I fucking hate her, and yet, she owns me.

Slinking off the bed and onto all fours, I crawl across the floor until I reach her perfectly pedicured toes peeking out from her strappy, sparkling heels. That’s the thing about Erika, she’s obsessed with appearances, has been since we were kids. It’s pretty hypocritical for someone who’s a decaying piece of shit on the inside. But that’s what her daddy dearest always preached—everything has to look perfect on the outside, even when the reality is a complete shit storm. I can’t even really blame her for being so fucked up, we’ve been doing some seriously fucked up shit since we were kids. A lifetime of trauma is enough to turn anyone a little crazy. Whatever this relationship is between us, it’s completely toxic. We’ve been told since we were kids to keep what we do together a secret. Now we keep our fucked up relationship secret for a very different reason.

Sitting back on my heels, I keep my head bowed in submission, waiting for her command. I know what comes next and it’s never fun. A lump of anxiety begins to form in my chest.

“What did you do wrong?” she inquires in the same frigid tone.

“I called you baby.” The words come out barely a whisper so my tone doesn’t reveal just how over this shit I really am.

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