Page 48 of Creep
She’s fucking mine.
And now I’m gonna show her just how fucking mine she is.
I pull the knife I always keep on me out of my pocket and flick it open. The sound echoes through the room and makes me realize how quiet it is. Essa’s cries have stopped and now all I hear is the sound of our breathing, hers more labored.
The moment her eyes land on the knife in my hand, they light up with what could either be excitement or fear, but knowing my baby doll, it’s probably both. Shaking my head, I bring the tip of the blade to the tip of her nose and push it in slightly while also bringing my own face closer to hers until both of our noses touch the knife.
“You ready for this, baby?” I ponder. I know she’s not, but she doesn’t have a choice anyway. It makes me think of the saying don’t play with your food, because whoever said that was a fucking moron. Playing with your food before you eat it makes it all the more delicious.
Her lip quivers and she wobbles from side to side a bit as she struggles to remain upright. The pressure of the rope around her neck is increasing the more she struggles. I step back and lean down, putting the blade against the tip of her big toe on her left foot. Wasting no time, I push in and drag up from her toe, across her foot and up onto her shin. I continue to travel up while digging the blade in deeper the higher I get because the more blood I see flowing, the more excited I get. But seeing it also tempts me to taste it and I’ve never been one to deny myself of anything I want, so I lean my head down and run my tongue along the top of her foot and halfway up her shin. I would continue, but that’s when Essa gets the bright idea to fight back and she boldly lifts her left leg to kick me in the face. Unlucky for her, I see it coming and smack her leg away from me. She loses her balance and falls to the side but the rope around her neck keeps her from falling completely.
She flails around as panic begins to consume her. She brings her bound hands to her neck, attempting to pull the rope away but she can’t reach the slip knot—I made sure of that and I can’t help but to stand here and watch it all unfold. I’m utterly fascinated by her entire state of hysteria. I know I should probably help her, but it’s not long before she begins to lightly wheeze as she attempts to draw oxygen in, that I finally step up to her and lift her from the bed.
The second the pressure is released from around her throat, she coughs so fucking hard her entire body shakes with the force of it. After her fit is over, I place her back on the bed, ensuring her toes are touching the mattress and then I release her.
“Might wanna stay on those toes unless you wanna fucking strangle yourself,” I point out as I bring the knife back to her knee where I left off earlier, not giving her any more time to recover. I push the blade back into her skin and watch as the sharpness splits her skin open, her blood flowing out easily and onto the bed beneath us.
I make my way up her body until I make it to her mid—thigh before stopping. The only clothing covering her is a lonely T-shirt that I slip my knife behind and easily cut away from her body. It falls to the bed in heaps of shredded cotton which I kick to the side. I don’t need anything getting in my way.
Now she is completely naked in front of me, I pause. Her body is fucking delicious and I can feel myself wavering again, but I force my eyes to close and allow the rage to come back to the forefront of my mind. I can’t feel things for her right now. I don’t want to because hurting her is what Ineedin this moment.
I dig the tip of the knife into her pebbled nipple, beads of blood forming and clinging to the blade. Essa cries out and arches her back, in pain and in pleasure. Two sides of the same fucking coin, much like her and I. It was such a pleasant surprise to find out how much Essa loves pain, even more so when I found her cutting herself in my bathroom on her very first night here. It changed the entire course of our relationship—if you can even call it one.
Knowing she loved pain as much as I loved to hurt others, shifted something inside of me. Like a puzzle piece falling into its rightful place. The edges fit perfectly and once it’s there, it’s like it was never missing to begin with.
That’s what meeting Essa was like for me. She’s the missing piece to my puzzle I never knew I needed. She fits with me so much more than I ever would have thought. Not only because of her love for pain, but because of who she is as a person and how her childhood shaped her into who she is now.
But it still doesn’t deter me from what I have to do. I may feel things for her and I may not want toactuallykill her anymore, but it doesn’t change the fact that this is something I need to do. It’s something we both need—I’m merely taking it a little further than usual.
Essa’s eyes drop down to the blade I have now moved to the other nipple and she whimpers as I dig the tip in. I swipe it across her nipple and create a little slash the size of a papercut. Not a lot of damage, but enough to sting and irritate you. I lean my head down and lap at her nipple, sucking it into my mouth before releasing it with a pop.
Her legs shake and she struggles even harder with keeping herself up. I smirk as I use my other hand to trail it down her abdomen to the apex of her thighs.
“Let’s see how wet you are for me, baby doll.” I work my hand between her clenched thighs and run my index finger through her folds. I can feel the moisture gathered there, but when I pull my hand away, it glistens with her arousal. A rumbling growl leaves my throat when I can visibly see how fucking turned on she is.
I knew she loved pain, but fuck. This wasn’t the goddamn plan. She wasn’t supposed to love it. This was only supposed to be about pain—about putting her in her place.
Seeing how fucking aroused she is throws me off kilter and I come to feel impatient. Desperate with the need to be inside her, to fill her and hear as she screams my fucking name.
Bringing my hand back to the apex of her thighs, my fingers run through her folds, gathering her wetness, until they land on her clit. I begin to circle my fingers over her sensitive nub until she’s arching her back and attempting to move her legs wider so I can have better access, though it's hard when she has to remain on the tips of her toes to remain upright.
I bring the knife back up to her skin and lightly run it up and down the valley of her chest, the blade touching her just enough to give the sensation of a light, feathery touch. She shudders as goosebumps pop up along her skin. I abruptly shove my fingers inside of her and she shouts at the unexpected intrusion, though she was more than prepared. I can hear how wet she is as I begin to move my fingers in and out of her pussy, her walls clamping around my fingers with every withdrawal, desperate to keep me inside of her.
Low moans escape her mouth the faster I move my fingers. I scissor them, stretching her walls while also curling them upward to hit that magic spot inside of her which always has her going crazy with need. It’s not long before she’s panting and a sheen of sweat beads across her skin. I remove my fingers and bring them up to my lips. I suck them until they're clean, savoring the taste of her before shoving them back inside of her.
The moment I do, I also bring the knife to the left side of her neck and slash across, leaving a long horizontal line from the back of her neck all the way to the front near the center of her throat. It wasn’t a deep cut, but enough to get more blood flowing between us
She groans at the pain, but her pussy clamps like a vise on my fingers at the same time and that’s fuckingit.I snap.
I shove the knife into my back pocket, undo the button on my jeans, and slide the zipper down. I push them down enough to free my cock and then grip Essa’s waist and lift her into the air. She wraps her legs around me and I grip my cock as she hovers above me. She slowly sinks down on top of me, but I don’t want any of that slow shit. Our fucking has always been hard, fast, and full of fucking desperation. I don’t need to savor a single moment, so I fuck like the animal I truly am.
Long, hard, and fucking brutal.
I shove her down onto me until the tip of my cock hits her cervix. She screams out at the pain and I groan. “Fuucckk.”
I wrap her hair around one fist as I hold onto her with my other hand in a bruising hold. I piston my hips as she begins to grind against my cock at the same time. Every rotation of her hips to every thrust of mine has my own fucking legs shaking with the need to come. I bite my lip as I fight back the urge, not yet ready for this to end.
Essa must see because she smashes her lips to mine and her own teeth sink into my bottom lip. My cock pulses as my blood floods both of our mouths and we both moan. I yank her head back with my grip on her hair and she releases my lip. Tilting her head back further, I bring my mouth to the side of her neck and lick the wound that’s still oozing blood. Trails of it run down her neck, onto her shoulder, and down her arm and between her breasts.
