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Drake had tied Judah up naked; the scrawny man looked nearly as gaunt as a skeleton. Not from lack of food as my body had been for so many years. It was just the way the piece of shit was built. His pathetic cock lay shriveled in his lap next to his balls. My days of being squeamish were gone, and when I reached down and grasped his cold and contracted member, I didn’t bat an eye.
Judah’s eyes went wider than ever. “What are you doing? Let me go,” he yelped, doing his best to try and thrash away from me, but Drake had bound him well. He couldn’t move an inch.
His breathing turned into ragged and panicked gasps as I laid the tip of the screwdriver at the entrance to his urethra.
“No, no, no, no…” A single word repeated over and over.
“You know what comes next,” I whispered.
Before he could react, I slid the tip into him. Sliding into his body, down the full length of his cock. He threw his head back, heedless of the other injuries, and howled like a maniac. The screwdriver slid in easily, then met a bit of resistance, something deep inside. The prostate? The bladder? I wasn’t really sure about anatomy. Regardless, I pressed harder, grinning when I felt a gentle pop as it punctured whatever was in there.
Judah could no longer howl. Instead, a gasping, rasping sound barked out of his throat, like he was choking a dog. Finished, I yanked the screwdriver out, a stream of blood, like red piss, squirted from the tip and joined the puddle on the floor. Judah convulsed, shock finally setting in. Honestly, I was surprised it had taken so long. He was almost gone, but I needed something first. I had an idea, and the mere thought of it nearly had my pussy dripping.
Walking around behind Judah, I pulled my shirt over my head. “Fuck me, Drake. Fuck me from behind while he dies.”
Drake’s eyes glowed with a fiery intensity that let me know I’d returned the favor. I was giving him a gift now. He strode forward, unzipping his pants. He pulled his already throbbing hard dick out, and I turned away from him, wrapping my shirt around Judah’s neck. I twisted the fabric, tightening it, as Drake pulled my jeans and panties down. The cool air of the warehouse whispered against the heat pulsing from between my legs.
I tugged the shirt even tighter, pulling Judah’s head back so I could see his face. Some coherence had returned to his eyes. His face was pasty pale from blood loss, but I was happy to see that he still had enough awareness to be afraid. Drake’s hands clasped my hips and pulled me toward him. My hands tightened around the shirt as all of his cock slid into me. A moan escaped my lips as he began slamming into my body.
Judah gagged, and gasped for breath as I choked the life out of him. The sight of the blood and the horror in his eyes only inflamed my desire.
“Harder, Drake,” I breathed. “Fuck me hard.”
He grunted and crashed into me harder and faster. With one hand, he reached around me, sliding his fingers across my clit, and still I gazed into Judah’s eyes, waiting for what I knew was coming.
“Die, you little fuck.” I groaned, feeling my climax building, getting close.
Drake’s free hand slipped up my stomach, grabbing my nipple, twisting it hard, hard enough to draw a gasp from my lips. Still, he thrust into me, every inch of him, deeper with each movement until it was like the two of us had become one.
Judah’s eyes widened further, and the gasps stopped. No sound, only his lips opening and closing like a fish taken out of the water.
“I’m gonna come,” Drake moaned, resting his forehead on my shoulder.
Judah’s eyes, with a single final flicker of terror, went blank as death ripped him from the world. Watching him die, being the last person to see the light flicker before death, sent a wave of pleasure over me. A strangely sexual sensation jolted through me.
“Oh, fuck,” I hissed. My own orgasm crashing across me.
Wave after wave swept through my body, as Drake grunted his own climax. Shoving my hips back toward him, I released the shirt, steadying myself on the chair back, unable to take my eyes off the body. His cock twitched and spasmed inside me, his thrusts growing slower. My skin tingled and sweat coated me as he at last pulled himself free. I used my shirt to wipe myself clean and tossed it onto Judah’s dead, sightless eyes, pulling my pants up after.
I tilted his head forward, and it sagged onto his chest. “Good riddance.”
Chapter 3
Dahlia
Drake wrapped me in his arms, and I rested against his chest, basking in the afterglow. Beside us, Judah lay ruined and oozing blood.
“What do we do with him?” I asked. The thought of disposing of the body had been the last thing on my mind in the last thirty minutes.
“I’ve got some things in the trunk of the car. I’ll be back in a second. Hang on.”
“Wait, can I have a shirt?” I asked. My naked torso had gooseflesh all along my arms and breasts.
Drake pulled his sweater off over his head and handed it to me, leaving himself with nothing but a white undershirt. “Here. Put that on. Stay warm.”
The fall nights in Greece were warm, but not warm enough to stand around half naked. Drake departed, jogging toward the front door. While I waited, I stood gazing at my handiwork. Judah was no longer a person. He was nothing more than a thing. Muscle, bones, nerves, all of it already beginning to decay. Anything within him that had been the real person inside was gone, shredded away from this reality. I’d done that. Me and only me. With my own hands. A year ago, I’d have vomited, screamed, or had a breakdown. Now? The sight of him like that was already making me slightly wet again. The control I’d had, the power of life and death in my hands, and the vengeance I’d visited upon him. Whatever Drake had awoken, I never wanted to lose it.
He returned a few minutes later with a huge, heavy-duty trash bag, a hack saw, and some handheld snippers.
