Violent Things

Hollis

Bates moved quickly,stepping behind the crumpled body and forcing him to his knees. He pulled his arms back, baring his soul to me as I held the knife and contemplated what I would do.

It was so poetic in a way.

A strange man whose name I never knew now forced onto his knees in front of me.

I smiled.

He was one of my nightmares, a real-life boogeyman who had dared to force his cock down my throat as violently as he could because he was disgusted with what he realized I was.

And yet, we were so much alike, he and I.

Strangers forced together in a moment of violence, not knowing what the other would do, fearing for a life that no longer belonged to us.

But I survived him that night.

I survived all of them.

They tried to break something they couldn’t quite understand.

Rage, nature’s deception, and self-loathing all wrapped up neatly in a pretty dress.

“I’m going to ruin the lingerie you bought for me,” I said softly as I glanced up at Bates.

“I know,” he replied with a grin. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you shine, pretty girl. Make me proud.”

My eyes soften at his direction.

It was true. It had been way too long since I showed Bates what I was made of, and I think it was one of the many secrets he held from me.

Because he doesn’t want you to think anything is ever your fault.

I look down at the bitch in front of me and begin to gently tap the blade against his leg. I know that Bates wants blood; he wants a show, and that’s exactly what I’m going to provide for him.

Setting the knife down next to me, I reached for the jeans of one of the men that tried to kill me and tugged them off.

“Holls—”

I gave Bates a sharp look and he let out a breath. He wasn’t going to like how this would begin, but I knew he would love how it ended and that’s all that mattered to me.

Once I’d tossed his jeans to the side, I placed my hands on his thighs, running them up his body, and let them linger on either side of his flaccid cock.

“Babe—”

I looked up at Bates again and shook my head. I didn’t want him to think that this was something I was going to take any enjoyment in—at least, not the way he was suspecting.

He grunted and gave the man a violent shake, before putting a knee into his back and forcing him to sit up at an odd angle.

“Ow, fuck!” he cried out, a sob almost escaping him. And when he showed a sign of humanity was when I decided that I wanted to know his name.

“I’m Hollis,” I began as I used a hand to gently arouse him. “You never asked that night, so I thought you should know it.” When I could feel his dick reacting to my touch, I glanced up at Bates. “And that’s Bates. The only man that’s ever loved me the way I am.”

A tear rolled down my cheek when our eyes met. It was such a simple thing, to be loved so deeply, and so complicated all at the same time.

“Come on, Holls,” Bates grunted. “I wanna see what his fucking insides look like.”

“What?” he screeched.