“I also know how deep that hatred runs for that cunt behind me. I can see that fire burning in your eyes every time you look at him. He screwed you over and now you want revenge. Let me help you with that, angel.”
Nina clamps her eyes shut and whimpers as I try to squeeze my fingers deep inside her, right up to the furthest knuckle, my thumb probing her asshole.
“Fuck! It’s too much, this is all too much and so.. fucking wrong!” Anguish spreads across her face as she’s torn between what’s right and wrong, but who fucking cares what’s right and wrong anymore. I make my own rules, and now Nina will do the same.
I lift my hand from her throat and grip her chin to bring her face towards me, her lips inches away from my mask and for the first time in my life, I want to show someone my face. I want to feel her breath against mine, I want to spit in her mouth and watch her swallow it down.
“Let’s make this the best Christmas ever, angel. Let me devour you whole, and I promise to fulfil all those sick and twisted fantasies inside that pretty head of yours.”
This is a vicious nightmare, it has to be because there is no way my pussy is stuffed with the hand of a vicious serial killer and my boyfriend is literally right in front of me with an axe in his back.
What was in those Sour Patch Kids?
Alex’s painful groans quickly bring me back to reality and I can’t stop the moans that fall freely from my lips like spilled ink, splashing over both me and The Angelmaker. I can’t believe he’s really here, in my home with his whole fist nearly inside of me.
“He’s.. awake.” I murmur as beads of sweat begin to trickle down my neck, a burning inferno blazing through my blood stream as I chase my orgasm. I should feel ashamed, disgusted even but I can’t find it in me to feel either of those things.
The Angelmaker is bringing something out of me that’s been buried my whole life. A darkness I was too afraid to make friends with and now he’s here, pulling it straight out of me.
The mountain of a man before me spins to face Alex who is slowly pulling himself up from off of the table, the axe still perfectly lodged into his back.
“Hey! Nice to see you’re awake, I will say your girlfriend’s pussy is just delectable.” He sing-songs.
I should feel ashamed at how he speaks about me but my pussy betrays me and spasms around his fingers, pulling him further inside of me which causes him to turn and face me again, his blue eyes burning brightly behind the plastic Santa mask. The design is weathered and worn with flecks of dried blood marring the surface.
“So you like how I speak about your tight pussy, do you?”
His rough voice washes over my already heated skin and I quickly shove the shame away before nodding my head and pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, doing everything I can to silence the heady moans I want to expel.
“Don’t be a shy angel, let me hear those sweet sounds. In fact, let pretty boy over here, hear how much his girlfriend gets off on fucking a serial killers hand.”
My bottom lip springs back from between my teeth and I let the heavy groan free and grind on his hand, feeling my orgasm growing bigger and more electric. My eyes flit between the masked man in front of me and Alex who looks like he’s just witnessed me kicking someone’s cat. His dull eyes widen with anger like I’ve never seen before, turning his once soft features into something dark and deadly.
Emotions battle inside me and I’m ready to burst into a million pieces. The sounds of The Angelmaker’s praises mixing with Alex’s evil insults spin around the room.
“That’s it angel, you’re so fucking pretty like this.”
“You’re such a fucking whore, Nina!”
It’s all happening too fast and my head begins to spin as my orgasm crashes over me, drowning me from the inside out. I can’t seem to focus on anything right now. Not even The Angelmaker slipping his hand from my shorts to slide his glove back on, or Alex clambering to his feet to stride towards me, his fists raised ready to strike.
Before turning away from me, The Angelmaker drops hiscovered mouth to my ear. “Cole. My name is Cole, and that’s the only name that will be leaving your lips tonight, angel.”
Cole.. I spin his name around in my mind, fascinated with the way it rolls off my tongue so perfectly. Why did he tell me his name? It’d be so easy for me to slip away, I’ve seen the ink on his veiny hands, I know his name and what mask he wears but why can’t I make my feet move.
Maybe I don’t want to.
Maybe this is the person I’ve always meant to be, and all it took was the right person to bring it out of me. An infamous serial killer no less.
The noise of the axe being ripped from Alex’s back violently throws me back into the present, blood splashes across the floor and couch, covering both Cole and Alex in a thick crimson liquid. It’s absolute carnage and I can’t stop the heat in my gaze as I watch Cole shove his hand into Alex’s back, fisting his spine in his deathly grip.
Alex’s mouth begins to fill with blood, then it proceeds to seep through his teeth like a thick tar. The scene alone should have me running for the hills but my pussy begs to differ. I’m so entranced by the way Cole tightens his grip on Alex’s spine, crushing the cord inside before using his opposite hand to slip the plastic mask off of his face.
Holy shit.
“Like what you see, angel?” Cole taunts and I take small steps towards the massacre that’s unfolding before me, my toes seeping into the spilled blood, and I nod, pulling my lip between my teeth.
Cole is like something I’ve never seen before. His dark ocean eyes pull me in and I watch in a lust filled haze as he runs his pierced tongue across his pearly white teeth, then he drops his head to the side of Alex’s face, never breaking eye contact with me and runs his tongue up his sweaty skin before taking the fleshof his ear in between his perfect teeth and yanking it free from the side of his head.
