Hollow Hellion

by Jodie King

“Welcome to Oddity Carnival & Cirque. May your time here be terrifying, if you make it out alive.”

I need someone who can match my darker desires, someone who understands the mix of pain and pleasure, someone that can make me feel truly alive. Because that’s what I want. To feel alive.

find myself aching for more—more intensity, more dominance, more of a raw, unfiltered hard fucking that would leave me feeling satisfied and maybe a little bit ashamed.

“Also, call me Hell, pretty girl, because you haven't met Hellion yet, but believe me, you will soon enough,” he adds, his voice laced with a chilling promise. “And when that moment comes, the only time you'll be uttering his fucking name is when you're screaming it.”

“Fuck, I love it when you talk murder to me,” he breathes out, a devilish grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Yes, girls like you. The beautiful, yet broken kind that seem to blossom in the darkness of lust. They want to experience a scream ripping from their fucking throat rather than releasing a soft moan. They crave to feel the bite of pain rather than a gentle, loving touch. They possess an insatiable hunger to be violently screwed against the shower wall while being choked the fuck out until they can no longer stand it, rather than having to endure a slow, pathetic fuck.”

“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.”

“I don’t need to know who the fuck you were, Noir. Once I set eyes on you, I knew everything about your past would be lost. Your future, your fate—they're all mine now,” his voice is hushed, yet full of promise. “They belong to me. That's the only Noir I will ever know—the one we shape. And in the process, she will become my obedient little slut.”

“Run, run, run, little dolly. Run as fast as you can. Because if I catch you, I'll make you obey my every command,”

“I know sometimes what I am terrifies you, but even in the darkest depths, there's always a flicker of light that solely belongs to you.

“Don’t ever feel guilt, because I’d let this entire place burn to the fucking ground just to cover you from the flames. You, my pretty girl, are worth every damn burn I would suffer. With me as your shield, you’re untouchable.”