Play With Me

by Emily Klepp

The devil can’t hurt me if all I’ve known is pain. When he finally comes out to play with me, I eagerly await my demise, until it’s only our beginning.

He stops and shoves me to the ground and suddenly I am surrounded by men. There are at least six of them. No, eight. They look like a gang the way they are dressed. “Stop. Please stop. Please let me go,” I beg from the dirt covered floor.

I pull out my cock and shame myself as I start fucking my hand. I imagine the voice closer and under me, but she’s not in pain… no, she loves the way I destroy her. She loves the way I break her to pieces before putting her back together. Each time I stroke across the barbells in my cock, my body jerks. I pump faster, desperate to come for her. I want to come for her, my mystery woman whose screams are echoing in my mind. I don’t know who she is or how someone I don’t know has this effect on me, but I will find her and learn how to break my little butterfly.

“You fucked my best friend, Jeff,” I say. “You think I want to be with you after you were fucking my best friend while I was gang raped by men that you owed money to? Do you know what it’s like to be in so much pain that you wanna die? Do you know what it’s like to be so fucking numb that you wish that somebody would take you out? I hate that fucking man for saving me. He should have just let me lay there and die. Instead, I’m stuck having this goddamn conversation with you.”

I should start calling him the magical masked finger man, because Lord have mercy is he amazing with his hands.

God, I never thought someone stalking me would be so fucking hot, but here we are.

You will take your last breath with me buried in your sweet little cunt,” he says softly.

No one is perfect but she is perfect for me and I for her. That I am sure of.

"You're mine, little butterfly... no one touches you without my permission,”

"Don't worry, Butterfly, he will learn to not hurt what's mine,” I say softly. She doesn’t say anything, and her body is trembling. “Sleep now, I have a pest to exterminate.”

I don't know many people who wouldn’t shit themselves having a six-foot four man with a dead clown mask on chasing them.

Once I reignite the passion in her soul, I will be her God, her world, and her reason for breathing.

“Nash Sutton,”

“How do I look?” I say as I spin for him. “Beautiful, Butterfly,”