Page 8 of Bleed
Probably.
“Help! Help! Please somebody!” She screams over the top of my head, the heels of her palms pushing against my forehead, trying to get me off her, but it’s futile.
I can bite harder than she can push, and I’m already tasting the coppery essence of her blood on the tip of my tongue.
“Fucking shut up.” I snarl against her skin, then shake my head side to side like an attack dog, tearing her flesh, making her bleed more. “You’re making this harder on yourself than it needs to be.”
I don’t have enough hands to fight her into submission, hold the knife, and take down my pants. She’s more of a wild one than I originally imagined, and my approach is all wrong. Making her submit by threat of the blade isn’t working. She’s still fighting me, still causing a scene that could draw attention at any moment.
“Ooohhh.” It’s the only thing that falls from her lips as I plunge forward, driving my knife deep into her abdomen.
She goes still, her eyes wide with shock, her already ashen face becoming whiter as the heat of her insides coats my bare hand. I push harder, making another weak noise eke out of her as her body loses all will to fight and she slumps forward against me.
“Now that’s a good girl.” I say to her, letting go of the handle of my weapon to pull her into me and pet her hair, smearing her own blood all through it. “You’ll be okay. It’ll only hurt for a minute.”
The turmoil in me is dying down as she dies in my arms. I don’t even want to fuck her anymore, it’s just all wrong. I can still see Dani in her, and instead of taking her like I would my ex, now I just want to end her as abruptly as Dani ended things with me.
The woman slumps in my arms. She’s dead weight but not actually dead yet. She’s a strong one, a fighter, someone maybe I could have had a different kind of fun with at some point, but that’s moot now. I need to end her suffering, to take her life away like Dani took mine.
The squelching noises as I pull the knife from her stomach are as loud as the panting breaths bursting from her shivering, blue lips. She curls in, trying to take her hands off me to cover the gaping hole I’ve left in her, but without holding onto me, she falls like a sack of bricks.
Catching her under the arms, I push her up against the dumpster again, holding her in place with a firm grip of her hair in my left hand. She’s almost gone now, and her eyes are rolling back in her head. She gurgles little, foamy, pink, blood bubbles from the corners of her mouth and makes weak whimpering noises
“Easy. Here it comes.”
The flesh of her throat parts like I’m slicing a pat of butter off the stick with a hot knife. It opens and the rest of what’s in her spills out in a steady waterfall. It’s messy, dirty, and violent, but at least it’s a quick end to the pain I’ve brought to her in my fucked-up rage and regrets.
“Sorry Dani.” I say quietly as I lift the corpse up and dump her head first in to the trash behind her, slamming the lid closed with a loud bang. “Sorry.”
Chapter Five
Maybe I should buy some other transportation besides Luna…Nah.
Riding home, covered in blood with a woody, on a motorcycle isn’t the best idea. Anyone can see me, that is if I go slow enough. Only problem is that the faster I go, the more I hit potholes and smash my dick up against the gas tank. It’s a small price to pay though for having my girl between my thighs screaming out the rest of the emotions in me that the blade didn’t take away.
I need to clean myself up and get to bed, morning comes quickly when you get up at the ass crack of dawn. Besides the work at the restaurant, I need to start my project of finding the Recluse. Maybe taking out a female target that’s such a challenge will be the way I fix my brain once and for all. I can hope at least, right?
Do I want to be fixed though?
I give no attention to being quiet when I pull into the garage and put the bike in her spot, then trudge to the elevator and down the plain hall to my apartment. It’s late, no one is awake, or at least I hope so. No one will see me walking through the hallway covered in the crimson stains that are already drying to a deep brown on my hands and clothes. If they do happen to look out their peepholes as I move on by, oh well, they can suck a dick.
The shower is quick and uneventful. There’s no jerking off, just a scrub down and a mental willing for my cock to go down on its own. The water doesn’t even heat all the way before I crank it off and half ass dry myself off with a hand towel from the bar on the wall, not even bothering to open the cabinet and grab a full sized one.
Bed feels like heaven as I crawl into it, the soft sheets cocooning me like a chrysalis. My pillow forms around my head as I lay down on my back and stare up at the off-white ceiling and the fake oak fan that twirls slowly above. A good night’s sleep should morph me back into my “normal” self, and the circular motion of the brown blades lulls me into an almost hypnotic state before my eyes fall closed and the darkness overtakes me.
“Damien. I love you.” Dani whispers in my ear as she wraps her slender arms around my neck and I grind myself against her.
Her soft thighs hold onto me, and I drive my cock into her slowly, yet deeply. She’s stunning under me, with her dark brown hair fanned out across my pillow, and her crystal blue eyes fluttering in ecstasy.
“I love you too.” I say back to her just before I take her hot mouth in a deep, slow, soul sucking kiss.
She opens for me, her tongue twirling around mine, her breath filling my mouth. I swallow down the little mewls of pleasure that escape her, and I return them to her, moaning out my pleasure as I rotate my hips. It’s the most divine feeling being buried inside of her wet heat, taking her, and making her mine.
Cupping my hands around her head, I pull her down onto me more as I thrust up, filling her, pumping into her harder and faster. My heart races and my back arches as the cum bursts out of me and into her.
“Oh fuck yes.” I grunt, looking down at her, expecting to see her in bliss.
She’s not. She’s still as a statue looking up at me, her eyebrows furrowed over those blue eyes. Her mouth is stoic and the scar on her chin is motionless.
