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“But did I listen? Absolutely fucking not.” More of her blood pours from her leg, the fiercer I move the edge of the blade into her skin. Her loud sobs are like a fucking melody in my ears. Thalia’stissue between the layers of skin mirrors off the steel. I spy intently at her plasma spilling between the open spaces.
“Don’t move, I could cut an artery. I wouldn’t want you to bleed out before you see your surprise.” I tease. “There. Perfect. You look so fucking good with my mark etched into your flesh.”
I stop carving once I reach the end of the stem, right where the top red rose begins. I slide the sharp edge of the blade in the middle of my tongue. Her blood mixed with the cold metal feel of the blade tastes euphoric. She carries on with her crying quietly to herself, and I rest my knees in the small puddles of her blood on the hard floor. My dick gets harder in my slacks as I gape at the work of art in front of me.
I lean further into the puddles of crimson and move my lips to the bottom of the tattoo on her ankle. I inspect my new masterpiece, and my eyes fixate on the black makeup running down her cheeks while my tongue runs up the stem of her bloody tattoo. Like a man dying of thirst, I lap up the blood that falls out of her fresh wound. Her head falls back, and she lets out a quiet whimper when I continue to move up the long line of green and red.
Without swallowing, I collect all of her blood in my mouth. Once reaching the top of the stem, I squeeze her cheeks and force her parted lips to open, spitting all of her blood into her mouth. I feel her flinch when I grip the back of her hair and pull her in for a forced kiss. Both of our tongues search for one another through her pool of blood that stays in her mouth. I force her lips closed with my forefinger and my thumb after we finish our passionate blood filled kiss.
“Swallow.” I watch closely at her throat as she swallows a combination of her blood and our spit. “That’s my good little whore.” I praise and mockingly tap her cheek.
I catch myself in the view of the camera as I move to the tripod. My white button-up shirt and my dark gray slacks are both stained with her blood. Inspecting myself intently through the phone, I clean the blood off the lenses on my glasses.This is who I am now.A small smirk forms on my face, and I end the recording.
“What do you say we have a break?” I grab my phone and scroll through the series of apps.
“What are you going to do to me?” She asks, breaking the intense few minutes of silence. Her voice is shaky and broken.Fuck, I love how you sound right now. So fragile and so easy to destroy. Just like you fucking destroyed me.
“That depends on how much of a good girl you’re going to be tonight.” Her head leans forward, and I wonder how her tear-filled eyes look under her mask. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, Thalia?” She nods her head, and I can hear the sobs she makes under her panting.
“That’s what I like to hear.” I parade closer to her chair and kneel in front of her, rubbing the palms of my hands down her exposed thighs again. She winces at the feel of my fingers brushing over parts of her fresh wound near the hem of her cotton shorts. “Are you ready to see your surprise?” I'm so close, my nose almost touches hers.
Reluctantly, she nods.
“I need your words, Thalia.” My grip tightens on her skin and she hisses when my thumb digs deeper into the gash on her inner thigh.
“Yes.” Her voice still shakes, and I fucking love every bit of it.
“Yes,who,Listener?”
“Yes, Alan.”
“Fuck, Thalia. Even now, I still love the way you say my name.” I incline closer now with my forehead touching hers. “You know, now that I think about it, I don’t think you’re ready for your surprise.”
“Please, Alan.”
“Oh, Thalia, you know I love it when you ask so nicely.”
“Will you let me go after you show me?”She asks so innocently,but it’s all an act. It’s always been a fucking act.
“No, baby. You’re not going anywhere. You’re mine now.” Her shaky voice turns into more sobs, and I can’t get enough. “This is the last place you’re going to see, and I’m going to be the man who gets to watch life leave those beautiful eyes of yours.” Her whole body vibrates in her chair, matching the rhythm of her loud cries.
“Shhh, Thalia. Don’t worry. I’m going to make it so fucking worth it.” I rub my hands down her arms, smearing her white canvas with a fresh coat of red.
“Please, just let me go,” she pleads.
“Now, you know I can’t do that.”
“Why? Why can’t you just let me go? I won’t tell anyone you brought me here.”
“Oh, I know you won’t. Because when I’m done with you, those full, pretty red lips of yours will be of no use.” I pull her head in close, and I force her lips on mine.
“No more of your sweet sounds to escape them.” Another forceful kiss. “No more of your breathtaking kisses.” I force another kiss while trying to hold in more of my tears. I bite her bottom lip until we can both taste copper.I have to do this. There is no backingout now. She broke me into a million fucking pieces, and I need to do the same to her.
My sheets gather under me while I toss and turn in my bed.What the fuck?I can’t sleep, and I stare up at my tall ceilings. I turn my head to look out the large windows in my room and stare down at the lights from the city underneath me. My mind floods with thoughts of the other night with Thalia. She looked so good the way she moved her hips on my lap.The wayshe grinds her clit against my dick in just the right way makes it hard to fucking think straight.Her tits lookedamazingwhen she moved in perfect rhythm. I can still hear her sexy moans from those red, full lips of hers.I would love to have them on every inch of my body. My dick gets hard under my sheets when I reminisce about the sweet memory.Damn it!I need to see her right the fuck now.
I reach for my phone on my nightstand next to my bed. The bright numbers on the screen nearly blind me. Two A.M. on a Sunday night. The Neon Rose is closed on Sundays.She should still be awake, right?
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