Page 13 of Lethal
“Fuck you,you monster!I demand answers!“ She uses her hands to swipe angrily at her face, as if the feel of my cum on her skin disgusts her, but I know the truth, her pussy is soaked, and she enjoyed me taking control and forcing her. She can lie to herself all she wants, but I can see the truth, clear as the rot that fills this asylum.
“You want to know how I was able to obtain my information? Do you honestly believe I’m lying to you, little toy?” I stroke my hardening length, as I watch all of her emotions cross her features. She’s so beautiful at this moment, messy, disgruntled, filled with rage and murder. Does she want to hurt me for forcing her to swallow my cock? What will she do when I’m done playing with her? That is, if I leave her alive, and the odds are not looking good.
“Yesss...”The word is dragged out of her, as she uses her hands to cover her breasts, but I can still see the blooming bruises from my teeth, clearly outlined on her soft flesh. I instantly crave to mark more of her, leaving her filled with my fingerprints and welts, perhaps even a few carvings of my initials on her flesh. I know it’s wishful thinking at the moment, but I’m a patient predator, and I’ll eventually get what I want. “You’re a liar, you live to deceive, and I don’t believe a fucking word you utter,” she rasps.
I shrug my shoulders and watch for her reaction to my next admission. The good doctor is going to learn that I deal in truths and lies simultaneously, and she will never truly know which one I’m giving her. “We made a deal with a guard when we first arrived here. He had a thing for Wren, and wanted to fuck a serial killer up the ass, and record it. Wren agreed for his own reasons. In exchange, we gained an access card that allows us to leave our room, and roam freely throughout the asylum, but doesn’t allow us freedom through the main doors. We also know how to bypass and disable Halstead’s cameras.” I get up from the bed, the coils groaning with their metallic complaints, and take a step closer to her, my thick cock bouncing against my abdomen.
“Where is that guard now?” She questions, her eyes darting back and forth between my dick and my face. Her tongue slides out and wets her bottom lip, as she shakily gets to her feet.
“He’s missing a couple of eyeballs. Not sure whether he’s still alive or not, but he never got the chance to tell anyone about us having the access card, or fucking Wren, we made sure of that. We don’t allow anyone to use us for their own needs, little toy.”
“Jesus fuck,” she cries, and her body begins to tremble, as goose bumps rise along her flesh. My little toy is so dramatic, and I’m not sure if I enjoy that about her yet. Time will tell if I beat that trait out of her, or learn to ignore it.
“You see, Doctor. The things I know are true. They happened to your cousin, and others, in this hell disguised as a hospital. I had the pleasure of observing them from the shadows, like a deadly wraith. Wellard has many back alleys, old corridors, and secret passageways, that someone curious and patient can discover. I have no reason to lie to you, little toy, but you are right to suspect me of being a liar.”
“Tell me what happened to her!” She demands, her eyes blazing as she forgets her need for modesty, and clenches her fists, ready to attack me.
“Press your torso and face against the wall, jut out your hips, and widen your legs. You’ll get your answers only after I’ve filled your pretty pussy with my cum.” I hold my breath, ready for her to storm out of the room, at my audacity to attempt to manipulate her further tonight. She hesitates, her gaze burning into mine. I see it, she’s deciding if this is all worth it, if tarnishing her soul, and giving it over to the devil, will bring her everything she’s seeking. She’s going to run, and I will have to kill her if she does. Shock and pleasure course through me when she follows my instructions, giving me her back, and bending at the waist in a wide stance. Her sexy asscheeks clench, the small piece of fabric between them wet, and not a deterrent in the slightest to me obtaining my prize.Fucking exquisite.
“You’re soaked, dirty little toy. You pretend you’re better than me, better thanus. That you’re doing all of this for a righteous cause, to find out what happened to your cousin,“ I take the few steps necessary to reach her, and stroke my cock between her asscheeks, coating the warm flesh in my precum, and her saliva. I lean forward, my chest pressed against her warm, naked back, and flatten my lips against her neck. “The truth is you’re a whore,my whore, and you need me to use and degrade you, to make you what you were always meant to be.Mine. Ours.“ I bite down hard on her flesh as I push her thongaway, and impale her warm, tight hole with my cock, bottoming out in one painful, cruel thrust. “I hope you’re not on birth control, little toy. I would love it if I filled your womb with one of mymonsters,“ I chuckle in her ear.
“OHMYGOD, FUCK!” Her scream bounces off the concrete walls of my prison, giving me the last thing I’m missing, and causing fire to blaze within me. Each syllable generates a tremor, gliding across my cock, trapped in her warm heat, as I pound hard and fast inside of her tight hole. Our skin slaps together, making beautiful music that mingles with the sounds of her desperate moans. I wish I could reach around her body and play with her clit, but the stupid cuffs only allow me the distance to hold on to both her hips, in a biting, punishing grip.
“Reach down and play with your clit. Make yourself cum, little toy. I want to hear you scream my name.” Her hand moves between her body and the wall, as her legs tremble and refuse to hold her further. I utilize all of my strength, and my upper body, to keep her firmly pressed against the wall, as I continue to fuck her with unhinged, carnal abandonment. I can feel her touching herself, her slickness increasing until it’s coating my shaft, balls, and sliding down my thighs. “That’s it, dirty slut, tell me who you belong to. Let this wretched place hear that your soaked pussy belongs to the demons that inhabit it.”
“Please! Ohmygod, fuck, ohmygod, please, Bash!”She begs as her body spasms, contracts, and goes rigid, before going completely slack, as she finds her release in a gush of wetness. My own orgasm races down my cock, searing me with heat, and I spurt rope after rope inside of her tight cunt, filling her up. Both our breaths mingle in harsh pants, as we try to regulate our breathing. Her whole body shakes in my grip, and I can see how hard the pulse in her neck is throbbing. Everything in me craves to see her slashed open, her heart beating in the palm of my hand as she bleeds out, and I make a delectable meal of her,but I can’t. I need more of her before I can end her life. I’m not completely satisfied yet, and I fear I never will be.
“Well, well,Doctor, what a dirty, naughty minx you are. I hope my brother got to enjoy all your holes. Is it my turn yet?“ Wren stands there, shackled, in the doorway, with an adorable, amused look across his face, but in the depths of his blue-gray eyes, I witness pure, violent rage. We always share, we never sample our victims without the other, and I’ve broken the rules.Fuck.
She screeches, pushing away from the wall, and rushes for her clothes on the ground, throwing them on hastily before darting around Wren, who watches her like he does one of his tasty insects. “Get out of my way, Wren,” she growls, when he tries to block her from leaving the room.
“But I haven’t had my turn yet, Doctor. That doesn’t seem fair now, does it?” He smirks as she pushes him, and the guard just outside the door, out of the way before racing down the hallway, as if she’s being chased by the devil himself.
“I see the truth behind your lies. I crawl inside and eat your eyes, Bash.” Wren hums to himself, as he moves further into the room with jerky, furious movements. His gaze cruises over the messy bed as he sniffs deep like a dog. “She smells like sunshine and death. Like roses and those who wept, does she taste as sweet as she smells?” He turns toward me with clenched fists raised.
“Yes, brother, she does. I’m sorry, Wren, I broke our rules.” I pull my pants back over my thighs and tuck my cock away, but keep my eyes on my volatile brother. I don’t know if Wren is in control, or one of his voices, and I wouldn’t put it past them to attack me.
“Give me your hand, the one covered in her juices. I want a taste,” Wren demands, and I hold out my hand that I just used to tuck myself away, that’s covered in a combination of mine andher cum. He grabs it and brings my palm to his open mouth, licking the surface of my hand and fingers.
“Mmmm, delicious.You’re forgiven this time, Bash, but if it ever happens again, the voices are telling me you have to die,“ Wren sings as he lies down on his cot, licking his lips over and over, like a child who’s savoring a treat.
Fuck, I think my brother might actually kill me one of these days.
They dragged me out forcefully, putting their brutish, dirty hands on me. She made them,my pretty, fragile porcelain doll. Her betrayal and sharp words hurt my ears, and make my heart beat too quickly. I don’t like it, in fact,I hate it,maybe I even hate her.She needs to die… we should kill her.Her dark brown eyes, tasty chestnuts that I crave to consume, wouldn’t even spare me a glance. Jealousy courses through me, the type I haven’t felt for a long time.
Rough hands, voices dull and commanding, filled with sinister malice, blurred faces.Noise... so much noise.The voices are all screaming inside my head. Waves of pain, never-ending pain, hit me all at once, as sour bile rises up the back of my throat. “Stop, please, stop. Give me a moment to concentrate,”I beg, but they all ignore me, and the guard pushes me forward, along the dusty, decrepit corridor.
The chains rattle at my ankles, wrists, and around my waist. The metallic sound provokes my teeth to grind, until pain radiates from my jaw.Too tight! They hurt! We are a prisoner,the voices scream.Freedom,they demand loudly, causing me to wince from the force of their screeching voices vibrating through my skull. The desire to bang my head against the stone walls almost overtakes me, but I hold strong, stumbling along, wanting to make Bash proud of me. Yes, my brother, who loves me, is the only one who does, yet he stayed with her, and let her banish me. My soles catch on the cracked threshold, and I laugh as I fall to my knees. The hit of pain through my limbs is a welcome sensation, momentarily giving me a respite from the chaos in my throbbing head. “Get up,psycho,we don’t have all night!“ The guard growls, before the toe of his boot connects with my ribs.
“I’ll kill... you... rip your... throat out,” I rasp as I scramble to my feet, biting down on my tongue, tasting blood, and forcing myself to stop the words that will get me another kick when I can’t defend myself.
“Sure you will, weirdo. You and all your voices,” the guard dismisses me as if I’m weak.We are not weak, kill him!The old woman demands forcefully. A door loudly rattles behind us, and it brings a smile to my lips, widening them so deeply that it reminds me of the beautiful clown’s lips I used to paint in blood red on my face. How I miss the smell of the white makeupthat adorned my complexion. My disguise from this world that’s always hated me.
They’re locking the door, Wren,the young voice yells with fear.
Locking her in,the stern woman’s voice says with excitement.
With him,the gruff, angry male comments.
