No, For An Answer

by C.J. Riggs

These girls aren’t like they used to be. The more dark romance that’s getting flooded into the media is causing them to become fucking insane. It’s a fucking pandemic.

“If by eager you mean to bury myself so deep inside you that you scream. Then yes, Ashley, I’m very eager.”

“Open your fucking mouth wider, love. I’m going to fuck that throat till you choke.”

I’ve masked my entire life, but no more than I am right now. Masking has always come easy to me.

Few people would understand what it’s like to have to hide who you really are on a regular basis, and how hard and time consuming it can be to act like someone you’re not.

“Open your whore mouth,”

“Be a good girl and poke out your tongue for me.”

I scoff internally because, men, they’re all the same. A little attention and they can’t help themselves. Give them an inch and they take a mile, give them nothing and they take it all.

Whatever you want my girl.

“I’ll make you come, again and again. Until you’re a quivering fucking mess on my desk and you’re going to

“That’s my girl. Stay quiet. Unless you want someone in here to watch? Someone to watch me bury my cock into that warm cunt of yours so everyone knows who it belongs to?”

“So beautiful. Covered in someone else’s blood,”

“That’s my sick and twisted little angel.”

I’m absolutely covered in blood. Her blood as he fucks me.

But not as much as the realisation that the person responsible for killing all the women within a two-mile radius, is the man I just allowed to fuck me.

Having sex with a serial killer, wasn’t exactly how I saw the night ending, but what can you do?

Little do they both know I love this fucking shit. Choke me harder, daddy.

“Soaking for me as always, love.”

It’s like I don’t want to kill her anymore, but more like I want to kill for her now.

“Eyes on me while I eat you out, love,”

“You’re so good at taking my cock, love,”

Seering into me like a kindred spirit; the way death stares into the eyes of wandering souls on their final journey into the afterlife.

That her life, and her death meant something, to someone. To me.

“Take my cock out, sweet girl.”

“Choke on it, sweet girl, make it nice and wet for me.”

“That’s my sick and twisted whore. Make me good and wet so I can fuck that tight little asshole of yours.”

“I’m going to fuck your ass till you bleed all over me, Ashley, and only when you’re screaming will I let you come!”

“Fucking scream for me, you dirty little whore,”

“You’re definitely the most fun girl I’ll ever have the pleasure of killing, that’s for sure.”

I will love you forever, I will wait for you, I will always be yours.