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“My turn.” I flip her sex induced comatose body on her back.
I look her over while kneeling at the foot of her bed. Her flesh is covered in goosebumps and small beads of sweat. She stares up at me with hooded eyes.
“Tonight, you’re mine. I have all of you, and I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.” She nods, not realizing what she’s agreeing to.
“My little whore,” I whisper with my lips against the skin on her upper leg. “My toy that I can play with.”
I run my fingers up her leg until I reach her inner thigh. I barely touch the small space between her inner thigh and her cunt. Her eyes follow my hands the closer I move to her clit. She stares intently at my hand and then back at me.
“I’ve watched you so carefully, Listener,” I admit, getting closer to her most sensitive areas. “I know all of your favorite spots,” my thumb stops on the bundle of nerves.With my hand here, I can make you bend. I can break you. I can make you beg for more. Or I can give in to you, like I have so much already. I don't want to give in to you, Listener. I want to break you into pieces so you know the pain I felt. I want your heart to shatter for me just as mine did for you.
“I know what makes you tick.” I run my tongue along the bottom of my lip and work her clit with my thumb in slow circles. She slightly arches her back but keeps her eyes on me. Her addictive whimpers almost echo in her quiet room. “I know what makes you break.” I press my thumb harder against her sensitive skin. Her sweet sounds disappear as her canines almost pierce her sensitive skin.
“I know what makes you come undone.” I move two of my fingers into her pussy.
“I know you better than you fucking know yourself,” I admit, moving my fingers in and out slowly. Her whine is almost haunting when I remove them.
I move my body over hers.
“You’re mine, Thalia,”I tell her again as I line my dick up with her tight cunt. “Your mind,” I say, pushing myself into her. “Your body.” Another push. We both moan in unison. “Your fucking soul.” I look down into her now wide eyes. “I fuckingownyou, Listener, and you love it. Don’t you?” She nods in agreement, the best way she can with my body pinning her to the bed. “My whore loves to be owned.” She wraps her thighs around my waist.
“Yes,” she cries as her hands grab hold of my biceps. Now, it’s her turn to leave her tracks.
“Fucking use me, Alan,” she whines.
“Gladly.” I move my hips faster and faster. “Tell me how it feels, Thalia.” My breathing gets faster. “How does it feel to be used by me?” I question with my lips now close to her neck, near the bright blue vein that contrasts under her pale skin.With one bite, I could spill your blood underneath me.I feel myself getting harder at the breathtaking mental image of her lying in a pool of her own claret.
“So, fuckinggood,” she screams in my ear.
“Fuck, that’s my good girl.” I feel her as her body comes apart again with me inside her. My head tilts back as I fill her full of me and claim her one last time. She wraps her arms around my back, and I lie my body on top of hers.
I take in all of this moment, knowing that it will all be different tomorrow. I'm about to break the one thing I've ever loved, and she has no idea.
She looks peaceful as she sleeps on her back with her hair spread out over her pillows. Her round tits peek out from under her comforter. I take it all in as I did the last time she invited me into her apartment. My eyes don’t leave her chest while it moves up and down as she breathes. I pull my slacks over my legs and quietly buckle my belt. She stirs in her sleep when I slide my arms through my white sleeves.
“What are you dreaming about?” I ask the sleeping woman in front of me. I move my hands up to the small white buttons on my shirt through the small holes as if they’re tiny keys.
I stand over her fragile body on the bed after slipping on my leather dress shoes, memorizing every part of her. The small imperfections of her tattoos, her delectable curves, and even each tiny scar that stands out on her alabaster skin.
“Don’t worry, Thalia. I’ll be back.” I kiss her temple and begin my preparations. “That was just the beginning, Listener.”
Oh, how much fun we will have.
Just as I suspected, the small supply closet under the stairs is unlocked.No one around here fucking locks their doors.I shakemy head at their careless actions. The door makes a loud squeak as it opens. The large roll of carpeted Jace is just where I left it– propped up against other random remnants of old pieces of carpet. The closer I walk to the large roll, I notice the harsh smell of death seeps through the layers of thick material.Fuck, Jace, you’re starting to smell.The paint cans that were helping support his corpse and slide smoothly on the hard floor. I hold out my arms quickly to catch his limp body as it falls forward.At least he’s protected by a layer of padding.
Luckily, it’s still dark as I carry Jace to the trunk of my car.We shouldn’t be interrupted by any good samaritans this time.Jace’s bendable body fits nicely in the trunk. His form folds evenly with the layers of padding that hold tightly around his corpse. I give him a once-over before closing the door. His neon pink hair stands out in the opening between his head and the layer of carpet touching his back. My lips form into a smirk as I close the trunk.You’re going to be the perfect gift for Thalia.
I park my silver Lexus in front of my storage unit along the loose gravel. The soles of my shoes scuff through the tiny rocks. My round key fits neatly in the padlock on the red rollup door to the unit. The cold, dark space lights up with the yellow, harsh light with a quick flip of a switch on the battery-operated lamp.
I move one of the metal chairs front and center in the middle of the small unit’s space.Jace’s body may need more reinforcements this time.I grab his corpse from my trunk and throw it over myshoulder. His foul scent almost makes me gag. The cadaver bounces in between the layers of carpet as I throw it down on the hard floor. I take my time in unrolling the carpet that encases his rank corpse. The carpet easily lies flat on the surface. He is just barely secured by the duct tape I had added for an extra sense of certainty that he would stay stable in the large roll of fabric. The ends of the silver adhesive are lifted from the moist rug and areas of his clammy, cold skin. I survey the body in front of me.
“Where should I start?” I examine his lifeless body.
I begin by peeling one of the many strips of tape along his long, slender figure. The long sound of tape peeling off the carpet bounces off the cement walls in the small area. It’s muffled at first and then gets louder as it peels off some of his cold, dead flesh. A thin layer of dark gray and brown skin comes off his forehead and onto the sticky underside of the tape.
The removal of the tape takes longer than I had planned, but it is a necessary step. I grunt as I set his limp and surprisingly heavy body in the metal chair.
“Look familiar, Jace?”His body is barely stable without any restraints. “Now, don’t you go anywhere,”I say smugly as I turn to look at the white folding card table behind him I had already set up.
