Page 39 of Creep
Irritated, I cut the rope tying her up and toss her limp body into the hole. With the same ritual as always, I douse her in lighter fluid and strike a match. I watch as her body becomes engulfed in flames and then make my way back to the house. Fucking little bitch is always ruining my plans. I’ve been itching for a fucking job and today Leo gave me exactly what I needed. Then here comes her little ass ruining it just by fucking existing.
My irritation grows into full blown anger the closer I get to the house, the closer I get toher.She’s had her little ass locked in her room for days, of her own free will. But that’s about to fucking change. I decided to let her be, but now I’m fucking over it. I don’t need to convenience her, or give her a single fucking thing to help her out.What the fuck is wrong with me?She’s here to make my life easier, to do whatever the fuckIsay. Not the other way around.
Stomping up the stairs leading to the front door, I yank my keys out of my pocket. The blood on my hands causes them to slip and fall to the wooden stairs beneath me. I bellow out in anger, swiping them off of the wood and shoving them into the lock. Once I have the door open, I slam it shut behind me, the reverberation of the door sounding through the entire house. The blood covering my hands covers the door handle and my keys, basically every—fucking—thing I touch. Usually, I’m more diligent and meticulous about cleaning up, but tonight, I’m fucking slipping.
My skin crawls, itchy to run upstairs and storm into her room. To show her who the fuck is in charge. So that’s exactly what I do. I make a beeline for the stairs, keys in hand. As I approach them, I quiet my steps as much as possible in effort to see if I can hear any movement from Essa’s room, but it’s eerily silent.
I round the corner and find her bedroom key on my keyring. After struggling with it slipping between my fingers, I finally manage to get the fucker in the keyhole and unlock it. I shove the door open with brute force and stride into her room. Her lights are off and the room is almost pitch black. The moonlight outside shinesjustbright enough I can make out the shadows of things in the room, like her bed and the chair so I avoid bumping into those.
I close the door behind me, the soft click resounding through the room. I creep forward, inch by fucking inch, straining my eyes as I search for Essa. I make it across her entire room without so much as an inkling of her presence, which is fucking odd. I know she has to be here somewhere. There’s no way she could have escaped. I push her bathroom door open and pause as I listen to it slowly creek open. I step in and flick on the light, instantly coming up with nothing.She’s not in here. What the fuck!
I run my fingers through my hair, gripping the strands and yanking. I fucking love this cat and mouse game she likes to play, but now that I can’t find her, my excitement is now quickly turning to anger again.And maybe fear…
Fucking little bitch is going to be in for a treat when I find her.
Turning back around, I make my way to the chair in the corner of her room. The same one I sat in as I watched her sleep the first night she was here. It already seems like a lifetime ago and it wasn’t more than a couple weeks. She’s fucking everything up.
I lean back and pull a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket. I push one between my lips and strike a match, lighting it. I wave the match to blow out the flame and set it down on the stand next to me. I take a long drag and exhale through my nose. The smoke swirling in my lungs feels like a breath of fresh air, allowing the fog in my mind to clear. Ironic speaking I’m smoking a fucking cancer stick, but it is what it is.
I take a few more drags before pulling it away from my face. I glance down and notice the blood on my hand has transferred to the cigarette, but I don’t even fucking care. Right as the thought crosses my mind, I see the tiniest movement out of the corner of my eye. The blanket on the bed twitches slightly before settling again. I quickly divert my eyes and bring my hand back up to my mouth to hide my smirk. The little bitch actually hid under the bed like a fucking child. I can’t believe I didn’t think to look there to begin with.
Eager to get my hands on her, or rather around her fucking throat, I stub the smoke in the ashtray and push to my feet. I crank my neck from side to side and crack my knuckles. All a fucking show for Essa. I want her little ass to be afraid of me. Ineedher to fear me. Because that glimpse of lust she gets in her eyes, as much as I fucking crave it, I can’t see it. I can’t fucking have it. It’s too much. Her fear though? That I will take gallons of, daily.
I walk to the edge of the bed where I saw the blanket move and bending to one knee, I ever so slowly lift the bottom of the blanket enough to give her a glimpse of my hand. I suddenly yank it the rest of the way up and shove my face underneath the bed frame and scream, “Boo!”
She screams bloody murder as she crawls to the furthest corner away from me, but before she gets too far, I jerk my hand out and wrap it around her ankle. I drag her to me as she kicks and screams the whole time. I laugh and yank her out from underneath the bed.
“Where do you think you’re goin’, baby doll?” I chuckle as I reach for her arm too.
“Pl—please let m—me go,” she stammers. Her face is as white as a sheet of paper and I can feel her pulse racing from here. I yank her arm up until she’s in a sitting position and turn her to face me.
“Tsk tsk baby. You know that’ll never happen.” I drag my bloody finger across her cheek, digging my blunt nail into her skin. When I pull my hand away, I view the trail of blood I left on her and it brings a sinister smirk to my face. I fucking love seeing her covered in blood and there’s something about it being the blood of the whore I just killed that has my dick turning to stone.
She struggles in my hold again, and I swiftly reach my arm out and slap her across the face hard. Her head snaps to the side, red instantly blossoming across the entire left side of her face. I grasp her chin and yank her face towards mine. The heat of her face radiates into my hand and it makes me feel slightly better.
“Stop fucking fighting me you little bitch. Or I’m going to fucking kill you. Just like I killed that whore who’s burning in a dirt hole right now.” Like a glass of ice cold water running over her skin, she stops fighting me and melts into the floor, no longer holding herself up. I let her fall as I watch her. She curls into a ball, wrapping her hands around her knees, but that won’t fucking do. No, not at all.
I rise to my full height and gaze down at her. “Get the fuck up. On your knees.”
Without question, she rises until she’s resting on her knees in front of me. Her head is bowed, looking at the floor and her arms hang limply by her sides. She may not even know it, but she’s acting the obedient slave she already should have been.Better late than never.
Pushing my sweats down, they fall to the floor and I step out of them, kicking them to the side. My cock is tenting against the fabric of my black Calvin Klein boxers. I grip the waistband and waste no time pushing them down my thighs so they fall to the floor beneath me. Kicking them to the side, I stand in front of Essa. My cock just out far enough if she were to purse her lips in the slightest gesture, they would brush against the head of my cock.
Anticipation rolls through me of what I’m about to do. Since the first moment I met this girl, I’ve thought about shoving my cock so far down her throat she can’t breathe.
“Open your fucking mouth.” I tilt my head to look down as Essa as I make the command. I want to see her obedience as she obliges my every whim. She falters slightly before slowly opening her mouth. I glance down at my dick, grasping it in my hand as I glance back to her.
“I think you’ll need to open up a bit wider, doll.” Her closed eyes spring open and automatically zero in on my dick right in front of her face. Her eyes widen as she takes me in and I crack a cocky smile. Gulping, she opens her mouth as wide as she can and her hot breath fans across the head of my dick. Precum leaks from the tip and I shudder as my dick twitches. When I open my eyes, I see Essa has closed hers.
“Open your fucking eyes,” I bark out and she snaps them back open, locking her eyes on mine. Without warning, I grab the back of her head and shove my cock between her lips, pushing myself to the back of her throat and then I keep going until I feel her gag around me. I pull out enough to let her catch a breath—because she’s going to need it—and then I thrust forward. I grip both sides of her head and fuck her face as hard as I can. Every thrust into her mouth, she gags aggressively, her throat squeezing my cock in a vice grip. I groan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
I slow my pace, wanting the moment to last. Tears are welling in her eyes and running down her face in fast trails. Saliva drips from her mouth and runs down her chin before dripping onto the floor beneath us. I’ve never seen someone look so fucking hot choking on a dick before. I wish I had my phone on me right now, I’d take a fucking picture of this.
Surprisingly, her eyes stay on mine for the most part. There are a few times when they flutter close from the force of her gagging, but still, I’m pleasantly surprised. But it’s her fucking stare that’s causing me to drift so close to the edge of coming already. I loosen my hold on her head a bit and when I do, I feel her begin to bob her head over my length. Shock falls over my face at the fact she’s actually participating and not fucking fighting this. She bobs her head once more and swirls her tongue around my tip once she comes back up for air. She releases my length with a resounding pop and peers up at me again. I stare at her, my face impassive and she quirks her brow in return. Apparently her feistiness is making a comeback.
She leans forward and darts her tongue out, trailing it along my cock. She traces one of the thick veins, running her tongue along it a few times. I can’t help the shudder running through me at the feel of her mouth on me, the feel of her actually enjoying this. I barely catch as she smirks slightly before enveloping me in her hot mouth again. She sucks with brute force, working her mouth up and down.
I feel my balls seize up and tingles shoot through my spine. I instinctually grab onto her face again and begin to move faster as my release begins to move through me. I pump my hips two more times and bury myself into the back of her throat right as I feel the white hot tingle shoot through my body. My cum jets into her mouth and I slowly gyrate my hips against her face as my cock pulses. She swallows greedily around me, every swallow squeezing my cock.
