Hollow Hellion

by Jodie King

Scream, little dolly and I will break in, kill him and make sure you scream louder for me.

“Keep yourself as you are. You’re fucking perfect and you don’t need all the extra bullshit,”

“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.”

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

“Fucking say it, Noir,” I whisper between kisses, “Tell me I own every part of you.”

“I don’t want you ever doing that to yourself again, pretty girl.” I murmur over her lips, “If you feel like everything is falling apart, you need to fucking come to me. I might not be the best of men, but I’ll try to be the best for you.”