Page 38 of Burning Souls

I’m so close to driving my knife into his cock and cutting it off.

“Unless you want me to cut your cock off and feed it to you, leaving might be the best option.” I move back, crossing my arms, not taking my eyes off him.

“The only reason I’m leaving is because I have too much respect for my dick to let you cut it off. Oh, and I will have it down your throat, choking you later,” he growls, stepping closer to me. He grabs my shoulder, pulling me forward. He takes my hand, bringing me to feel his growing erection.

“Feel that. Feel how hard I am for you. The quicker you get rid of the man over there, the quicker we can sort this out,” he says, and there it goes, I could melt into him. I won't have a job to get done. Murder, not sex, is a new rule I’m sticking to from now on.

Jessie walks away, leaving me. I walk further into the living room, and the man’s muffled screams become louder, making me just want to stab him, maybe in the eyeballs and carve them out. It’s been a while since I did that.

“Now. What should I do with you?” My finger taps my cheek while I kneel, ripping the duct tape off his mouth, leaving a red mark around his mouth. I take a cloth from the couch beside me. Rolling it up, I stuff it down his throat, placing a new piece of tape back over his mouth.

There we go in silence. Nothing but sweet, sweet silence.

He tries to turn his head away from me. “You don’t get to look away. I want you looking into my eyes when I slit your throat,” I say as Tobias passes me a knife, nipping me. At least we know this one is sharp.

The man’s top is off, and the word abuser is carved into his stomach, swollen and red, probably becoming infected.

“Don’t think I’m going to make this easy on you.” I glide the tip of my knife to the man’s stomach, digging the sharp blade into where I carved, making him try to scream, but it’s no use; he can’t do anything.

I robbed him of fundamental human rights just like he did to others. Karma is a bitch.

“This is what happens when you think you have the power to tell a woman what she can do. Did you tell her that her dress was too short or she looks too slutty?” I say, getting to my feet.

I start skipping around the man; it’s become my new thing.

I love how their eyes fill with regret, fear, and fury. Knowing they can feel and think what they want, but I will always be the one in control.

Killing makes me feel alive, like I’m not just the little girl who was under a man and helpless.

I stop skipping as Sean glances over at me, somewhat annoyed. I don’t see why he has to be here, in fact, neither of them do. When I kill, I usually do it on my own. I focus better when I do.

I bring myself back to the man’s height. Unfortunately, I’m only small.

I bring the knife to his throat, cutting him in one swift motion. I do it again and again as red blood splatters across my face and the floor, and his head falls forward. Then, to my surprise, his head falls right into my lap. What the actual fuck is wrong with these two?

“Seriously, when did we discuss cutting his head off?” My eyebrow narrows toward Tobias, who is just standing there, covered in blood with the chainsaw still turned on happily, not like he just cut someone’s head off. And I’m the crazy one here.

“Sorry, the voices told me too. Sometimes they override me.” He turns the chainsaw off as I get to my feet again, standing back to look at the mess. I can hear loud, deep footsteps coming toward me. I don’t have to turn around to know it’s Jessie and he’s pissed. Before he can flip me around, I spit out. “Before you give me some half-ass threat, Tobias made most of the mess so if you’re going to force anyone to suck your dick it should be him.”

Why did that turn me on so much?

Would I like to see them play with each other? Fuck yes!

“Woah, did our Angel just tell me she wants to watch some guy-on-guy action? You ask, you shall receive.” I know I should be excited, which I am, but when there is a man’s body with no head and he did it on the floor right in front of you, it’s kind of off-putting. There is no way in hell I will pick that up. I’m crazy, but I haven’t gotten to that level yet. Yet being very vague.

Sean moves forward, taking me to the couch where we both sit.

“Angel, I want you to play with yourself while you watch us,” Jessie says, moving toward Tobias. Turning him around, their lips crash into each other, heating my body.

I slide up on the couch, removing my sweatpants covered in blood with no knickers on. I spread my legs, feeling my slit and how wet I already am.

Jessie removes his belt, throwing it on the floor and pushing his jeans down to his feet. He pulls out his thick cock, already hard and dripping pre-cum from the tip.

I lick my lip, wishing I was having a taste, but something tells me this will be far more enjoyable.

“You made a mess, so it’s only fair you take me. Don’t make me have to force you,” he growls toward Tobias, who comes forward, dropping to his knees. His hard erection outlines his jeans as he plays with himself through his pants; he opens his mouth, letting Jessie thrust in.

Oh fuck, I was right. This is so fucking hot.

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