Page 57 of Caution Tape

Nolan groans and I feel him release inside of me. He laughs a little, and I get the feeling it was the idea of me killing someone in front of him that made him finish more than anything else.

Ryan rips the pillowcase off my head, grinning down at me. My eyes adjust to the light again as my hand curls around the hilt of the knife. Nolan’s hands are still around my waist, and he’s still thrusting in and out of me gently, my pussy slick with his cum.

I smile sweetly at Ryan as he shuffles forward, his knees pressing deeply into the mattress.

“She’s doing so good, isn’t she?” Nolan asks.

Ryan loses focus on me, his eyes flicking up to Nolan’s. He starts to say something, but the distraction is just long enough for me to raise myself, gain leverage, and bury the knife into him, just below his belly button and above his mound of pubic hair. I pull down, hard, the blade twisting against something—bone, maybe—carving a backwards J-shape into his crotch, the knife popping out as it scrapes against his penis and knicks the fleshy pouch of his testicles.

I swear Nolan gets hard inside of me again watching it happen.

Nolan

There’s a small moment of stillness after she rips the knife out of him. A moment of post-sex relaxation fused with the time-slowing anticipation of the frenzy to come. I can hear my pulse in my ears. My mind is peaceful; blank. Like when you walk out of your house in very cold weather, the ice and cold of a freezing January morning seeming to suspend the entirety of existence and you don’t even dare disrupt it.

My adrenaline starts to build. Cora is very warm on my cock, and I can hear her breathing heavily.

No blood comes from the wound at first.

The thing about killing is that it is oddly anesthetic sometimes. A mildly anti-climactic nature. Maybe movies and TV have ruined my perception, but a real kill...

There’s always too much blood or not enough. Skin looks rubbery even when you cut it. It always feels like you’re playing with dolls rather than hurting real, living creatures. I could slaughter the world and frolic in an ocean of blood, and I get the feeling it still wouldn’t be deep enough for me to really dive.

The scene before me is picking up the pace. The blood is here now; thick, bright red and heavy as it spatters onto the comforter. Ryan seems to have found his voice.

“What? What?” is all he can say.

His left hand clutches his crotch, the blood spilling out between his fingers. His right jumps to his hair and grips it in a freakish, panicky motion.

Corathrustsherself back onto me—I’m hard again, there’s no fighting it—pressing her ass against me, raising the knife again.

I’m oddly proud of her.

Ryan shrieks, high-pitched and girly. He swipes his right hand across Cora’s face, knocking her to the side. His fingernails run ragged scratches across her flesh.

He tumbles off the bed with an amusing thump, then retches, and gets up, knocking a bunch of stuff off Michael’s dresser, before stumbling toward the door.

Cora stands up.

“Run, man!” I cheerfully cry after him. “She’s crazy! We have to run!”

Following him down the hall, I excitedly join the sprint like it’s a kid’s race.

Ryan’s face is now white, and his lips are a shade of purplish blue. “Help me, help me,” he says in a strained voice.

“Yep, yep, let’s get out of here,” I tell him pleasantly.

When he gets to the kitchen, I stick my foot out and trip him.

He goes flying, skidding along the smooth tile floor, a streak of blood sloshing behind him. His collides with one of the cabinets, breaking the cheap painted wood and leaving a dent.

“Ryan, whaddya doin’? There are crazy naked people trying to kill you, get off the ground!”

He rolls onto his back and looks at me, incredulous, fighting the pain to realize I am just as eager as Cora is to watch him die.

He starts to crawl away, but I hold his leg down with my foot. He’s very weak right now—whatever Cora hit with the knife must’ve been major.

She appears at my side like a ghost. There’s blood down the front of her; her breasts are slick with it. She’s ignoring me as I look her up and down, enjoying the chaotic view.

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