In Love with the Devil

by Sky Blu

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

She’s my first. I’ve never dared to do this, but now that I’ve trapped her, now that I’m here, I’m going to take all of her. She’s my reward for being a so-called

called decent member of society for so long despite my proclivities.

“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.”

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.

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.”

Now I’m her first, even if she doesn’t remember it. Anyone can take a girl’s virginity, but making her come while raping her? That’s the truly special part.

It’s not what society would approve of, but society approves of a lot of fucked-up things, so it can go fuck itself.

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.

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.

“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.”

wish I could hug the little girl I was, so desperate to feel warm in someone’s arms and only having a monster to run to.

Astoria finally showed me she’s a fighter. I’m so fucking proud of her. The way she stabbed me. So romantic … No, fuck that, I’m in love.

When children are betrayed by the adults who are supposed to love them, they grow to crave the destruction of mankind. It is a rage that never leaves, one that can leak out at any time, but we keep it inside, and it eats us alive. We don’t get to live our lives like the rest, we die inside every day, unless we are hurting someone, unless we feed on someone’s pain.