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He hesitates, and I shock him.

Once he’s upright, I give my next command, “Hit me.”

But he doesn’t make a move.

“You believe the women you’ve hit fucking like it. Hit me and make me fucking like it, you little bitch.”

I shock him until he’s clawing at the collar. Once I stop, he swings on me but misses by a mile. He’s too disoriented.

“You can do better than that.”

He swings again and makes contact with my cheek. He hits me again and then again. I stand with my hands at my sides, letting him punch me. Then, he takes off into the woods, like a fucking coward. I just laugh at his idiocy.

Cortland runs from the monster.

Red.

But Rylan welcomed the monster.

Pink.

I take off after my prey.

His heavy breathing gets louder as I get closer. There is fear in every one of his gasps as he tries to force air into his lungs. He looks over his shoulder and falters.

I tackle him, flip him onto his back, and laugh. “What’s the matter? Don’t you like our little game? That’s okay; it’ll be over soon.”

I stand and drag him by the ankles back to the clearing. Once there, I straddle his hips.

“Are yo-you you going to rape me?”

“What about this torture scenario leads you to believe I want my dick anywhere near you?”

“You’re on top of me, and-and-and your dick…it’s hard.”

Red.

Pink.

“My hard cock isn’t for you. It’s for a girl that can’t be broken, but you can. Can’t you?”

“I don’t understand what that means.”

I reach for the large blade in the pile of toys I brought and then hold the sharp end against his throat. “Beg me. Beg for your pathetic life.”

“Please, please don’t do this. Please—”

His words turn to gargled gasps, and his blood splashes my face. The gash I just slit in his throat hangs open.

I stand to admire my kill. Cortland’s shocked, lifeless eyes stare back at me as Rylan’s moans fill my mind. I step back and release my dick from my pants. I look up at the sky and think about the girl who made this so much worse for Cortland…so much better for me. I wouldn’t have played with my prey tonight if it weren’t for her. My grunts break the silence as I pump my cock in my hand.

There is a noise off to the side, but I’m so lost in my need for Rylan that I can’t even bring myself to care about a stray animal coming to sniff around the scent of blood. My dirty thoughts and raging cock take over. I pump harder and faster until I’m coming into my own hand. I scream Rylan’s name into the dark night.

Red. Pink. The two mix together for an incredible release.

I tuck myself back into my jeans and head back over to the body. I pick the knife back up, so I can carve his number into his chest. I smile as I do so and contemplate what it might mean that I felt Rylan’s energy with me tonight. It raged through my every action. She doesn’t know the monster that she lay with or that she helped fuel my deadly actions tonight.

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