For each thrust up into her cunt, she pushes down and it’s a beautiful melody that I can only hope to experience again one day.
“More,” she manages to groan out.
I chuckle slightly as I lean back on the bed, still fucking her with her piece of shit boyfriend, and ready for the charade to come to an end.
Reaching under my pillow, my fingers graze the handle of the paring knife I keep under there. Mostly it’s for when I spend time alone here in this dangerous neighborhood, but it’s also my favorite toy to play with.
Daisy’s moans are becoming louder.
I can feel the flesh of her walls starting to tear and I know she’s in more pain than she’s willing to admit. She’s been conditioned to be used and she’s adjusted.
Pity.
Sid is starting to grunt again, and I’ve already learned that’s his signal.
Daisy arches her back toward him and I can hear his sloppy kisses on her back as she continues to bounce on our cocks, and that’s when I pull the blade out. With a grunt, I swing it as violently as I can, embedding it in her throat and pushing her body off us.
“Ow! What the fuck?! Daisy?”
Sid goes from pain, to rage, to confusion, before the terror sets in.
I move quickly, using my strength to pin him against the bed as I reach over and pull the blade from her throat. His eyes tell me the one thing that I’ve wanted to see from him the moment I saw him using the dying little whore on the bed next to us.
He’s afraid.
He finally knows what it feels like to be honestly afraid for once in his life.
I lean my face down toward his, tilt my head to the side, then lick his lips one last time as I bring the knife up over my head and slam it into the side of his neck.
The sounds of them gurgling will die soon, as will they.
For now, I think I’ll lean back on the bed and finally get myself off to the blood and death sounds that I’ve waited hours to hear. I’ve done my job here and now it’s time for the reward.
Chapter 15
“It’s okay, you can touch me if you want,” I tell Jessa.
She doesn’t move or say anything in response.
I move her hair to one side, leaving her neck exposed. I dip my head and run my nose from the base of her neck to her hairline.
“Will you be able to stand if I let go of you?”
“Yes,” she says quietly.
I reach under her long t-shirt and place my hand against her stomach lightly. I drag my fingers along her smooth skin until I reach her hip. I rest my other hand on the opposite hip. My heart twinges as I feel her body tense. It reminds me of when Bodhi ran from the alley.
I squeeze my eyes together tightly, pushing Bodhi, the alley, and the sight of him leaving the diner earlier out of my mind. For the first time in almost two weeks, I don’t want to think about him.
One of my hands traces a path up the side of her rib cage until I reach her breast. I grip it in my hand and massage it gently, taking her nipple in between two of my fingers and pinching it. My other hand glides over her hip bone and inward toward her pussy. The nail of my index finger and my ring finger scrape against her lips as my middle finger slides through her slit.
“Mmmm…” I sigh, gathering what little moisture she has there and sliding my finger up to her clit. I press down on it as I squeeze her nipple repeatedly.
Circle, circle, pinch. Circle, circle, pinch.
I can feel her body twitch and, even though she is trying to hide it from me, I know that it feels good.