Hollow Hellion

by Jodie King

“How about I just cut you from ear to ear and fuck your cold dead cunt instead?”

“Love? No, Noir. What I possess for you is far more intense and deeply disturbing. Something that eclipses any form of love, leaving behind only a haunting stain of darkness in its wake.”

“Not even death could take you from me, pretty girl.”

I release her throat and draw out my knife from my jeans pocket. As she lifts her head I press the blade against my palm, slicing deeply and swiftly across it until a steady flow of my blood is dripping onto her pussy and the pool of my cum. I clench my fingers, attempting to squeeze more out and then I roll my hand in a mix of my own blood and cum.

“Do you feel that Noir? How I'm jerking my fucking cock off in your ass with my hand inside your eager pussy?”

“Come for me, my pretty girl. Surrender to pleasure and pain as you dance on the edge of death. Come for the man who holds your fucking life in his hands while he fucks you into oblivion.”

I feel his lips curl into a wicked smile against mine. “Then I’ll fucking find you and after I awaken, I’ll do unholy things to your body again, just as I did last night, but so badly next time. To the point that you'll never able to escape me again. I'll cut your fucking legs off if I have to. As long as I still have your perfect cunt, hot tits, and pretty face, I'm fucking satisfied. You’ll be my little nugget.”

“I’ll be whatever the fuck you want me to be, pretty girl. I’ll be your weak little bitch. Put your heels on, stamp all over my fucking dick, drag me through the mud with it still attached and I’ll still worship the ground you walk on.”

“Be a good boy and eat my cum out of my girl's pussy, Soul.”

“Play dead for me, Dolly,”