“You brought this on yourself Nina, you’re a fucking crazy bitch and now I’ll treat you like one!” Alex grunts into my ear as his cock batters the inside of my pussy, leaving bruises in its wake. Tears well in my eyes as I struggle to get away from him and my chest feels like it’s going to crack open with how hard he’s forcing my arms into the bed.
“Please.. stop.” I beg as I feel myself slip over the edge, a thick blackness sliding into the corners of my vision. The world goes silent around me except for my boyfriend’s deep groans in my ears that I don’t even hear the bedroom door open until the axe I keep in the kitchen slices the air and lands heavily into Alex’s back, spraying blood across my face.
“I might be a fucking killer, but rape is a low blow dude.”
The rich, deep baritone voice washes over me like thick tar and I scream for my life.
Well, put a candy cane in my ass and call me Santa. I didn’t expect to walk in on a dude practically raping his fucking girlfriend, that wasn’t on my Christmas list at all, but here we are.
The red haired beauty who lies underneath her groaning boyfriend screams like a banshee, her arms flail around as she drags herself out from underneath him and I quickly avert my eyes when I notice she’s completely naked from the waist down.
I must not get distracted by pussy.
I must not get-
“Who the fuck are you!” Her demonic scream pulls me from my pussy induced haze and I quickly slip back into character, she might be fucking beautiful to look at but I still need to get rid of her. She’s seen too much.
“Who I am,” I start whilst yanking her boyfriend up with the axe that’s lodged into his back. “Is none of your fucking concern. Now if you wanna live, I suggest you be a good girl and do as I say.”
I don’t miss the crimson flush that passes over her face at my demand and the way her breath hitches in her throat. She’sturned on by me and that sends my ego skyrocketing and my cock ready to pitch a tent in my jeans.
Down boy.
This woman is about to put a big dent in my plans and I can’t have that. I won’t be distracted by her hauntingly perfect features or the way she’s rubbing her thighs together, probably to ease the pain her fucking douche of a boyfriend created and the arousal I’m clearly bringing her.
“Ni.. Nina, where am I?” Her boyfriend groans in my hand as I hold him up like a puppet with the handle of the axe, his blood quickly pools around the blade and begins to run down the wood before dripping onto the hardwood floor.
“Nina eh? A pretty name for a pretty angel.” I tease with a shit eating grin on my face that I kind of want her to see but I’m not fucking stupid. If she sees my face, I’m done for.
Her eyes widen at my comment and I swear I can see theories and calculations spinning around the top of her head. “You’re..” She starts.
“Say it. Say my fucking name angel.” I lift my chin towards her, daring her to say who I am. “Let your scummy boyfriend here, know who’s minutes away from flaying his skin from his bones.”
Nina’s plump lips part and she freezes but I can see the words on the tip of her tongue, daring to break free. My threat must hit her boyfriend square in the chest as he begins to panic, the axe lodging further into his back until I can feel his spine brushing against the blade. He goes to open his mouth again in his delirious state and I quickly use my free hand to grip his jaw before pulling his face towards my mask.
“I suggest you be careful pretty boy, one wrong slip and this axe in your back will be millimetres away from severing your spinal cord, and what I have planned for you. I want you to feel it all. You hear me?” Globs of stringy snot gather around his nose and he nods his head in quick succession, fear radiating from hispores.
“There’s a good boy.” I say before turning back to face Nina who’s still crumpled in the corner of the room with a blanket over her legs. Her eyes widen the moment we make contact with each other and I swear she can see right through the mask and into my fucking soul. It’s disarming.
Turning my face, I quickly sever the connection and point to her shorts that are laying on the floor. “Get dressed and walk downstairs, now.” Nina quickly scrambles across the floor and grabs the shorts, then she slips them on underneath the blanket before rising to her full height, which isn’t much. I know if we were to stand toe to toe, the top of her crimson covered head would only just reach the centre of my chest.
What a pretty little Christmas treat I have on my hands.
I dip my head and move to the side to let her pass but she only makes it a few steps in front of me before I wrap my hand around her arm, causing her to stumble into my chest.
“Don’t fuck-” She starts with venom and I quickly cut her off. “Don’t tempt me with a good time angel, I do love ‘em feisty and it won’t be long before I have you screaming my name instead of this fuckwits.”
“I’d rather die than have your disgusting hands on me.”
“That can be arranged.” I bite back, feeling a heady sense of arousal from this back and forth sparring match we’ve got going on. Her emerald green eyes burn into my soul before she yanks her arm out of my grasp and begins to walk towards the stairs.
“That’s a good girl.” I sing-song, then proceed to drag her once again unconscious boyfriend by the axe, downstairs.
The carpet beneath my feet blooms with red as I drag Nina’s boyfriend down the steps. I half expected her to beg and plead with me to not hurt him but she’s been silent this whole time and I can’t help but think that maybe she’s pleased about what’s happening to him. Who wouldn’t want a rapist to die a horriblepainful death?
Once we reach the bottom step, I watch Nina walk into the centre of the living room, her luscious hips and flowing red hair swaying with each step that I almost forget about the dead weight I’m holding.
“Now what?” She snaps and places her hands on her hips. “You gonna kill me?”
