In Love with the Devil

by Sky Blu

Oh, pretty bird, if only you knew the predator who’s admiring your lovely colors. I

I wish I could have her now. “This might sting a little.” I try to hide the joy in my tone at the thought of hurting her, then push the speculum in, pretending I didn’t mean for it to hurt and say, “Try to relax.”

Astoria … What a delicious name. I didn’t think I would find her, my perfect little victim.

I gave her a tiny dose of the drug, hoping she wouldn’t be fully knocked out because I want her to feel everything but not have the strength to wake and fight me—almost paralyzed. Sexosomnia. It’s when instead of sleepwalking, people sleep-fuck. Most patients don’t remember the sex they have during such episodes, but I hope she does. At first, she doesn’t react, and I worry I miscalculated the dose, but then her breathing quickens and moans tumble out of her with each tongue lash I gift her clit.

“From now on, you’re gonna come no matter which hole I’m fucking, no matter how much it hurts. You’re going to beg me to fill all of those pretty, tight holes with my come because you’re mine, pretty bird, all mine.”

When her hands rise again, I pin them above her, pounding into her relentlessly, eager to fill her with my cum, to baptize her as mine.

It’s been too long since I’ve felt like this—to have a delicious pussy to fuck and hurt, a mind to play with and destroy.

She’ll have my fingerprints in black and blue on her skin by the morning. I don’t give a fuck. What gets me is the beauty of all the tear trails, the contortion on her face as she endures my cock overstretching her pussy, and her trying to take it so that I can have my pleasure.

I wish I could fuck her to death.

Holding her legs open wide, I watch my come slowly ooze from her. Taking some of it on my forefinger to paint her lips with it so that I’m the first thing she tastes when she wakes up. When I look again and see more slipping out, I lick my lips, stick my two fingers into her pussy, and then push them in her asshole. “I’m everywhere inside you now, pretty bird,” I whisper into her ear. “I’ll see you again soon. Please be careful. Take care of yourself.”

It’s not the first time I watch her dancing from the darkest corner of the club. Tonight, I want to try something different to test her.

I’m not some pretty, rich boy who comes to save her from rapists. I’m not the fucking hero. I’m her biggest nightmare. I am her rapist, and that’s who I want her to be in love with. I want her to be a slave for me to use and abuse in every way possible.

“Oh … That’s it. Yeah. That’s it, baby, come again.” My body obeys, convulsing around the girth of his cock and fingers. It’s so intense, both holes quiver and spread waves of euphoria throughout all of me.

“That’s my good, dirty slut. I bet you’d love to have all your holes filled at the same time. One day, pretty bird. I promise.”

“Take it, baby … Such a good little slut.” He opens my butt cheeks wide. “I wish you could see it, Astoria. It looks so pretty, stretched out and leaking my come.”

Julian read my journal and killed Jeremy. No one can convince me otherwise.

I’m a sick bastard. I should’ve never put you through this. But you drive me insane.” “Did you ever stop to consider that maybe I want and need an older, sick bastard?”

She has already seen the consequences of my wrath, so none of what I’m about to do tonight is my fault.

“I’m not gonna lie, baby, it’s gonna hurt, really fucking bad. But it will never hurt as much as watching you fuck someone else.” Then I yell, “You broke my fucking heart!”

“That’s it, little bird, that’s it. Thank you for making me do this to you. So. Fucking. Good!”

With my eyes closed, I focus on the feel of her squeezing me with extreme force and my cock defying it by easily slipping in and out of her.

Fuck. This is it, the Mt. Everest of my fucking life.

Then I lie naked on the bed, waiting. There’s no way to know what he wants with me. I just hope he kills me, soon and swiftly.

I am pi because I’ve never added up to anything whole. I’m irrational because in this pitch darkness, in this silence, I’m losing my mind. No. I can’t let him win. I can’t. “Three-point-fourteen-fifteen-ninety-two …” (3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197) I can’t remember the next digit after eight. Come on. Remember! I yell at myself in my mind.

My name is Astoria Torres. I am pi because I’ve never added up to anything whole … I was too broken … even for Julian … and now I’m here, forgotten.

I’ve given up. He won and I lost. He won’t talk to me. He won’t even open the door. Lately, the cup of water he always brings me has been lighter in weight. Each time he brings me some, it feels emptier.

His warm spit slides down my pussy. I’m so thirsty I wish he would’ve done the same to my mouth.

Even after he stops, I continue sucking as he whimpers. He sounds beautiful. A sick pride rises in me for bringing my torturer, my rapist, my captor down to whimpering simply by sucking his cock.

She’s so perfectly fucked up for me.

In her mind, she probably thinks this is who she’s always been, but I know it’s all me. I’ve molded her for this.

“You’re doing so well, pretty bird.”

She doesn’t need to say it. I can feel it in every fiber of my being how she doesn’t want to like it but it’s too good, how she wants more. Her hole is more willing now, grateful for each penetration.

Her “no’s” devolve into a blubbering mess, and I drink them as her body shows what a dirty liar she is. Keep saying it, baby. Yes. Keep denying it just like that.

“Love?” The question slips out of me. How could he call any of this love? The lack of self-awareness to his psychotic cruelty gives me goose bumps and sends a chill through me.

As the night advances, somehow, I get used to sitting in bed, watching a romantic series with my captor, my torturer, my rapist, the biggest nightmare of my fucking life, the devil himself.

Julian, my rapist, my kidnapper, my torturer has more empathy for that little girl than her own mother ever did. It’s repulsive.

“Oh, I’m quite aware of the monster I am, Astoria. But at least I do not hide behind the mask of a savior. I paint myself, every fucking day, with a skull so that you don’t forget for a second in whose presence you are.”

My eyes meet his, and we are locked. His are the first to falter to my slightly opened lips. His gaze is so intense, as if he’d never hungered for anything other than to kiss me. It hardens my nipples right before the fear overwhelms me, my heart rushing.

I’m going to die, here, with him; no one will ever know what happened to me.

God Almighty, how can I escape this man? Please.

He has won. He has made my body enjoy him raping me, once again. I’ve become his desperate, disgusting whore.

There’s a tattoo of a black bird, and along its underbelly, in cursive, is written,

“If you love a bird, cage it, then let it fly. If it returns, then it knows where home is,”

For a year, I’d thought I’d lost her, but Astoria was all mine, body and soul. Even if she couldn’t face it, she’d returned … to me.

I’m in love with my rapist.

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