Page 6 of Burning Souls

“Angel, you didn’t think this was about you. Tobias gave you your orgasm. Now I want to have mine down your throat.” The knife is thrown back to the floor as Sean moves closer to me, his cock hard. He teases the tip of my mouth as I open wide, welcoming him in. He thrusts in, hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag. I try to get my hands free, but they’re bound too tight. I’m not sure I’m getting any blood circulation.

He gives me a second to breathe before his hand is around me, choking me, and he’s thrusting back into me, repeating his actions while I struggle beneath him. I’m relatively sure I’m going to pass out soon, but no matter the eyes I give to him, he looks angry as if I have done something, but I haven’t.

He’s using me to get some shit off his chest. I relax, letting him become more violent with my body. He slaps my tits and squeezes my nipples until I force him out of my mouth. I whisper and yell before he’s back inside me. Face-fucking me harsh and desperate.

“Such a slut. I bet you would get on your knees for any man as long as a cock is involved.” The harshness of his words has tearsspilling from my eyes, not because I’m upset, but because he’s right and I don’t care.

I never claimed I was perfect.

I should be in a mental hospital, hooked up to God knows what drugs. Calling me a slut is the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a long time.

His fist tightens around my hair as he pulls me back, leaving me dripping from my mouth, my eyes narrow, ready to beg for whatever he's going to take from me. Without any given warning, he takes his free hand, slapping me across the face, once and then another. My face turns red, and heat swells around my body. His eyes dart around me, not looking apologetic at all, almost as if it’s giving him some sort of release he needed.

My pussy pulses more that he's being like this.I like it.I want him to slap me again. Before I can beg him to degrade me more, he's shoving my mouth back down on his cock, giving me no way to breathe. He moves my head up and down as I gag.

His cock twitches around my lips and pulses against me as hot beads of cum squirt down my throat. He leaves his cock inside me, making sure I have no other choice than to swallow.

“Good girl. Same time next week.” He rolls his eyes, smirking, as he picks the wine-coloured knife back off the floor, cuts off the rope, and lets me get up but makes no attempt to pick the rope up for me.

Which is now covered in blood. I watch them both carry the body out, and a sense of relief comes over me until I look back and see the mess I have to spend hours cleaning up to do the same thing again tomorrow.

3

TAINTED LUST

“Isaid no,” I say, crossing my arms, already making the same decision I made an hour ago when Jessie nearly broke down my door at seven in the morning. It was still dark outside. The sun hadn’t even set, and for someone who could stay in bed and never leave again, he sure is punctual. Seriously, who needs to be up that early?

I sure as hell didn't need to be.

For a single second, I was sure a soul needed to be released to the pits of hell, or I was in fear for my life, but no, of course, nothing like that.

He wants me to complete a job to find a victim, or I should say an abuser, because the man he wants me to find and bring back here is far from a victim. He’s a monster who deserves to be rotting six feet under and in hell for the rest of his life for what he did.

The same type of job I was made to do a few weeks ago by him. Give me someone to kill, and as long as it’s not a kid, then I'm up for it. I tend to stray away from killing women unless I really feel I want to.

Only I can break my own rules. Sometimes the voices in my head tell me to; sometimes they say stuff like,“You see thatwoman over there? Wouldn't it be nice to see her struggle or see her bleed out?”When this does happen, my control is taken from me. The voices tell me what to do, and even if I think I can push them away, I can’t, unless I'm with them. When I'm alone with them, it's silent and peaceful, and I feel safe.

They always overrule me.

“You’re missing the point. I wasn’t asking, I was telling you.” He scowls, telling me the same thing he’s been saying to me since he came around. Is it that hard for him to understand I do the killing and that’s it? I don’t want to do it.

“You’re missing my point that I’m not doing it, end of story. Why are you suddenly so interested in me catching them? It’s never been my job, and I have been in this job for years.” Jessie stands, looking at me. I think he may have grasped that he can shout at me and demand that I do stuff, but I won’t. I make my own choices.

“I told you I wanted to help out, and you wouldn't let me, and now you want me to. Funny how it’s only when it suits you,” I sneer.

“Okay, let me show you something, and if you still feel this way, I won’t bring it up again. Deal?” he asks, and it seems fair enough, but I’m sure whatever he shows me won’t change my mind.

“Fine.” I sigh, walking over to the car. We sit in silence the whole way, not even looking at each other. There’s something off about Jessie. I just haven’t quite put it together yet, and I’m not sure I ever will.

I’m not convinced he’s like the others. Something about how I got here and am still living and breathing doesn't sit right with me. I just never acted on it because I had nowhere to go.

They are my family. I have no say in it even if I don't stay. I'm all alone and in danger of them finding me and taking me thistime; they might take my soul, and I won't get it back, not like I did last time.

We pull up outside of a hotel or what looks to be one. I’m confused but say nothing as we walk in, and it’s filled with dozens of women, kids, and teenagers.

“What is this?” I ask, my eyebrows raised, and sweat beads off my lip as my pulse rises. This place is beautiful, it’s full of kids running wild. A group of them play tag with each other while I see three mums sitting and chatting.

Everyone here looks so happy. I can’t help but reach for my arm, picking at a piece of skin, pinching until I flinch at the pain, but continue making myself bleed. Jessie’s eyes land on me. The sleeve of my top is being pulled down to hide the redness and the new scar I have added to the dozen I still have.

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