Page 62 of Property of Necro
Well,she hasn’t freaked out yet. She’s emotional, yeah. But not over… ya know—the organs.
I’m gonna take that as a good sign.
When we finish in my trophy room, and Sola’s gotten her fill reading each of the cards, I usher her back to the main part of the barn.
“What do you do in here?” she asks, waving her hand around.
“I build coffins and other shit the brothers need.”
“Will Tiffany get a coffin?”
“Yes.” I walk over to the corner of the room and pull the blue tarp off the coffin I spent hours building this week when she was with Necro and Tiffany was locked in her room. Working with wood and listening to death metal while I prepare to end someone’s life is cathartic. It feeds the soul. Even if the act itself turns me on. It always has. There’s something about holding a woman’s life in yourbare hands and torturing them to the brink of death, then waiting for the moment. Some go quickly. Others slow. It takes time and precision. The more women I play with, the more I learn about the human body. They’re living medical specimens that nourish my morbid curiosity and my needy cock.
Just the thought of slicing through Tiffany’s supple, unblemished skin gets me hard.
I fix my budding erection to keep it from pinching as Sola examines my newest coffin. Most people don’t know the difference between these boxes and a casket. Sola sleeps in a casket. They’re fancier, padded, and commonly used at funerals to host a viewing of your loved ones. Coffins are old-school boxes made of pine, used to bury a corpse. The lid doesn’t have hinges. It’s nailed shut.
Sola drags a finger across the smooth edge of my latest build.
“It’s beautiful.” The wistfulness in her voice isn’t lost on me or my dick.
I wonder if she’d be down with me fucking her in here sometime. Maybe on top of a coffin with a fresh corpse inside.
Damn.
That’s a new fantasy unlocked.
If she handles the rest of our little experiment today, I bet I can convince her. Rot could join us, and Necro could watch.
Yeah.
We’re doin’ that.
Tiffany’s demise might be too soon. Too fresh for Sola.Seein’ as she’s met the whore. But I’ll figure somethin’ out. Maybe the next one. We’ve got plenty of time.
Sliding up behind the hot redhead, I press against her back, notch my steel against the top of her perfect ass, and wrap my arms around her much smaller frame to cup those ripe tits over her t-shirt. They’re a solid handful each. A little weighty. A lot sexy.
She gasps a sweet little sound that shoots straight to my balls as I toy with her pierced nipples.
“You’re being awfully nice today,” she groans, relaxing the back of her head against my upper chest, giving in to my ministrations.
Maybe, I wanna keep you.
The blackened organ in my chest gives a little thump at the thought.
“I took a gummy,” I reply, so I don’t tell her how I really feel, but it’s also true. I needed the calm, and weed calms me way down. It always has. It takes the edge off. If I was gonna get through the rest of today without stabbing her, just to see her bleed because she bleeds so damn beautifully, then I knew I needed a full gummy.
Rot also made me take it. He knows how I am.
When he marched into the bathroom today when I was showering after the kitchen incident, we laid out today’s game plan, considerin’ Necro is out of commission for the next day or so. When I stepped out from under the water and wrapped a towel around my waist, he chucked a new jar of gummies at me. Thankfully, I caught it before I ended up with a black eye.
I don’t take the little treats often because they tend to make me horny. I need to keep a tight rein on my sex driveabout as much as I need to keep a tight rein on every facet of my life. The last thing I wanna do is accidentally get carried away and murder someone, aka Sola, when I have no intention of ever doin’ that.
Which is why I might be hard as stone, and I might wanna bend her over and fuck into the next century, but I won’t. This isn’t about me. This is about unveiling us. Well, me first. Necro and Rot will come later.
I play with Sola’s nipples until she writhes and her ass jacks off my cock. Wanting to make this good for her, to make her come, I spin Sola around, bend down, cup both hands beneath her ass, and hoist her up.
“Coffin,” she gasps and fills the air with a cute, tinkly laugh as I carry her over to my workbench and plop her on the edge. Pushing her t-shirt up, I spread her legs and kneel on the sawdust-covered floor, not giving a damn how dirty my knees get.
