Page 106 of Back In the Shadows

And then it began. Ella’s movements were swift and precise, each cut drawing forth a gush of crimson that splattered against the walls like macabre art. She didn’t flinch at the sight of the blood pooling on the floor or spurting onto her face and body, her gaze unwavering as she inflicted pain upon the man who had caused her so much suffering.

I stood there, rooted to the spot, unable to tear my attention away from the scene unfolding before me. The air was heavy with the metallic scent and the echoes of muffled screams. It was a dance of death and vengeance, with Ella as its ruthless conductor.

And yet, there was a strange sense of poignancy to it all. As Ella continued her slow, steady progress around the man, each cut more calculated than the last, I couldn’t help but feel as though I were witnessing not just a moment of reckoning, but a transformative act of self-discovery.

Her once soft, delicate fingers now bore the marks of deep scarlet stains, and yet they seemed to glow with a newfound strength and purpose. Her eyes, those warm pools of compassion that had always drawn me towards her, now burned with an intensity that held the very essence of life and death itself.

The room around us—cold, concrete, and unyielding—seemed almost alive with the energy of their struggle. Every movement, every breath, every flicker of emotion was magnified in that dreary space, as if some unseen force was using this moment to carve itself into our very souls.

And through it all, I found myself standing there in silent reverence. This wasn’t only about revenge or retribution. It was about two souls dancing on the razor’s edge.

In those moments, I saw not just a woman seeking vengeance or justice, but rather one who was attempting to reconcile her past with her present. To find solace in the knowledge that she could rise above her trauma and transform herself into something stronger, more resilient.

As the man’s screams finally faded into silence, Ella stood there, panting and drenched in blood, her once delicate features now etched with fierce intensity. She looked at me for what seemed like an eternity.

I tapped the remote control and turned up the vibrator.

“Death,” she said as she sank to her knees in Jameson’s blood. “Oh god.” She bunched her blood-soaked dress and pulled it up to her waist, exposing her thong to me. With a quickslice of her knife, the black satin material fell into the puddle beneath her.

“That’s it, scarlet lamb. Experience the adrenaline rush and exhilaration from the kill pulsing through your veins.”

Her mouth parted as her eyes closed and her free hand sneaked down her lower belly and between her legs. She rubbed her clit, her gaze connecting with mine again.

“That’s it. Play with that pussy while you’re covered in another man’s blood.”

Unable to stand it any longer, I unbuttoned and lowered my zipper, freeing my hard cock. Her attention locked onto my dick and her tongue darted across her lips.

Her eyes gleamed as she continued, taunting me with her disobedience. “Are you defying me?”

She bit her lip while she pleasured herself.

“There are consequences for disobeying me, Ella.” My voice was low and deadly as I approached her. Once I closed the gap between us, she reached up and tugged my jeans down to my knees and then she wrapped her hand around my cock. Staring down at her, bowing before me and covered in blood, nearly sent me over the edge of oblivion.

She gave me a sinister grin as she stroked me and then she brought her knife up to my thigh and pressed the tip into my skin. I stilled, wondering if she had sacrificed her fucking sanity when she’d killed Jameson.

Her tongue flicked across the head of my cock, and she sucked, slowly as she dragged the knife closer to my balls.

“You need to stop, little lamb. You’re playing with fire.”

She batted her long lashes at me, the sharp blade teasingly brushing against my sensitive skin. My pulse raced with fear and arousal as I watched her toy with the idea of cutting me. Ella laughed, enjoying the power she held over me, before dragging the weapon down my thigh, leaving a thin trail of blood in itswake. Her dilated eyes widened with desire as she licked off the crimson drops, savoring the metallic taste on her lips.

“Bleed for me, Death,” she demanded, her voice dripping with sadistic delight.

She continued to cut my legs, each one met with an eager lick from her blood-stained tongue. But I couldn’t deny how incredibly turned on I was by her reckless behavior. My scarlet lamb was meeting me on a new playing field, and I craved more of her dangerous games.

Ella’s attention shifted to my groin again, and with a grin, she ran the knife’s edge along my pulsing vein. I sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of my blood throbbing beneath the blade. She leaned closer, her attention fixated on the life that flowed from me, and I could see the hunger in her.

“You are mine,” she growled, her voice rough as she bit down on my thigh. I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as she marked me with her teeth, leaving a red imprint on my skin. My heart pounded as I felt her possessive claims on me. Her dominance over me was both frightening and exhilarating, and I found myself craving her touch more than ever.

The moment she moved the blade and pressed it to the underside of my dick, I grabbed a fist full of her hair and jerked her back.

“You’re flirting with the devil, scarlet lamb.”

She smiled up at me before she said, “I know.”

Respect and curiosity for her bravery swirled inside my chest, but she had to submit. I pried her mouth open and shoved my cock into it. “Choke on it, my little slut.” Shoving all the way into the back of her throat, I cut off her air supply. As the seconds ticked by, tears filled her eyes and snot dangled from her nostrils. Her nails clawed at my legs as her expression pleaded with me to let her breathe. Her face reddened as I held my ground, forcing her to remember who she bowed to. Hereyelids fluttered, then I pulled out. She coughed and gasped for air, glaring at me.

I reached out and smoothed her hair, comforting her. “You did well, scarlet lamb. I never expected you to push my limits.” I cupped her chin and forced her to look at me. “I am the only man allowed to break you. I am your god, and you will bow and worship me.”

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