Page 19 of Burning Souls

“I’m not crazy!” I shout, circling the knife around his throat. I have the urge to slice it, but then I wouldn’t get to drag this out, and I’m in the mood to play.

I spin the knife in my hand and the air.

“I'm just very much in the mood to kill you.”

“Hush, little baby, don’t you cry, mama’s going to buy you a rocking chair.” My childlike voice comes back as I start skipping; they look at me like I’m crazy.

It hurts my feelings. I’m not crazy. All I am doing is sending souls to hell. I’m doing God’s work.

The girl tries to fight Sean’s hold, but all she achieves is Tobias coming to hold down the other leg.

I like the thought of leaving them hanging as they wait to see if they can escape. Maybe I could let them run and catch them or I could cut the man’s dick off and feed it to the woman and show her what happens when you leave someone out and treat them differently.

I’m tired and could do with a nap, but I have two toys that need their souls ripped to shreds and sent to hell.

I’m not magic. I don’t have any sense that I know if someone’s soul is rotting and evil, but if I see someone doing something I class as evil, I take their soul. When I first started, I took souls that were not evil, but I was new. It was unfortunate I had to take those lives, but you live and learn. I hold the knife as my life depends on it.

A hand grips my waist, slowly moving down to my thighs. I part them without releasing, slapping the hand.

“Stop it, I'm working,” I snarl.

“They will still be here when we are done.”

“I want to work. Later.” I slap his hands again, realising it's Sean.

My hair is viciously wrapped around his hand as he pulls me like a dog on a lead.

I’m thrown on a chair as Sean traps his legs between mine. Jessie walks over, bringing my hands behind me and crossing them over.

Jessie unravels the big rope and has cut enough to secure my hands. My legs are next, but this time they are tied to either leg of the chair, leaving how glistening I am for them obvious, with a wet patch on my knickers. Tobias comes to kneel before me, ripping my knickers off me. Again. He scrunches them up into a ball, standing.

“Open your mouth, Angel.” I happily open wide for him to place the knickers down my throat, making me gag.

“Be a good girl. Now let them eat,” he growls. My cheeks are hot, and I have no doubt they are a rose-red colour.

Jessie is the first to step forward. His hands rest on either side of my legs, parting them more, causing the rope to rub against my skin.

My head is thrown back as Jessie’s tongue licks my clit in circular motions.

Tobias takes my chin, holding my neck back. My eyes are heavy from the pleasure, and how sensitive I am. I try to look at the two people hanging, but it's too hard. I grow wetter as I get more turned on.

I have a show to put on.

Tobias presses his finger and thumb on my nose, closing my airway. I struggle to breathe with my knickers down my throat and Jessie in between my legs, giving me pleasure I have never felt before. Sean walks over toward me, standing to the side.

He reaches down my throat, taking the knickers out. I gasp for air before he's unzipping his pants and shoving his cock down my throat.

I'm unable to breathe altogether.

The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat.

No warning is given by Sean before I’m choking on his cock with one hand behind my head, pushing me further down, and the other feeling my rock-hard nipples against my top, showing how visibly turned on I am.

“That’s it, take it all. Take my cock down your throat, Angel.” I welcome his size, taking it further down my throat, even if it's too much. With Jessie eating me out and Sean down my throat, Tobias cuts off my breathing. I may pass out from the pleasure. I feel whole when they are using my body.

The room spins, and the two people still tied up look at me. Burning fear in their eyes, from being too weak, they have nowhere else to look but to watch my show.

It's like they're getting live-action porn for free. Lucky bastards.

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