Page 34 of My Girl
My insides churn with so much molten rage and desire that I can barely think.
A spiked leather finger pushes inside of me and scrapes against my flesh. He’s cutting my insides. My brain is blinded by swirls of white and black shapes, a Rorschach Test changing inside of me. Right to wrong. Pain to pleasure.
This is wrong,I think.Wrong. So wrong. You’re going to get hurt. You’re going to?—
“You can’t do this,” I cry. “What if I get an infection? What if?—”
His finger curls, those tiny daggers of pain increasing with intensity, the pressure mounting as he hits that tender spot. Warmth floods my veins, my toes curling.
“Do you think I fucking care?” he snarls.
The needled thumb teases my clit, and his inserted finger massages my inner nerves.
“Please,” I whisper. My voice is weak. I don’t know what I’m trying to ask for.
“Admit you want to kill people, and I’ll make this all go away,” he says in a low voice. “Say that you want to kill me. To kill strangers. That you want to kill simply to see what it’s like. Admit that you’re a killer, Rae, just like me. You just haven’t had the opportunity yet.”
Fire bursts through me, my body tightening in anger. I don’twantto say that. The phone is still there, and the camera device on my purse—wherever it is—is recording this.
My face is boiling. I’m overwhelmed.
I don’t want to kill him. I want to him to fuck me.
I don’t want to kill him. I want him to hurt me.
I don’t want to kill him. I want to destroy him.
I don’t want to kill him.
I don’t?—
“I don’t want to kill you!” I shout. “I wouldn’t risk my life for your death. You’re not worth it.”
His laughter is instant, raw, deep, and it quakes in my chest. He inserts a second finger into my pussy, and I squirm, those needles digging into my flesh.
“All right,” he says. “We’ll do it my way instead.”
“What?”
He inserts a third gloved finger. My core muscles spasm, and I swear he’s scooping out my pulp.
“The fuck is that?” I squeal.
“These are vampire gloves,” he says. “They aren’t meant to be used like this, but I knew you’d enjoy them.”
He takes his other hand, pinching my folds around his three fingers. The needles pierce my skin.
I bite my tongue, tears stinging my eyes. “I?—”
“Such a meaty thing, isn’t it?” he mutters. “It’s surprising you don’t get embarrassed by it. Or is that why you’re so desperate? You thrust your meat hole out onto any dick that will fuck you.”
Summoning the anger inside of me, I thrust my hips forward.
“At least I don’t hide my average genitals behind metal,” I snap.
His tongue snakes across his teeth. Winged-creatures flutter in my head, spinning in circles, trapped in a cage.
“Oh, little girl,” he says. “My sweet, sweet little girl. My dick may be average, but you liked the way I ripped your throat apart, didn’t you? So much that you rubbed your ugly little cunt on my boot.”
