The other one, continues beside him.
“Our fucking pussy. Only ours.”
They suddenly both toss my thighs over their shoulders, making me balance by my chained wrists and my thighs are split wide apart, fully exposing my pussy to them. He removes the knife and before I know it, he is diving his face straight into my wetness. A scream escapes me as he aggressively flicks his thick tongue all over my throbbing core, making my thighs shudder.
Never been touched so intimately, I feel like I might come already. They take in turns, eating me out, twitching from one hot tongue to the other as if it is a game who can make me come first. Their beastly growls fill the air among my screams and untamed moans.
Their tongues thrust inside me, attempting to widen my tight pussyhole and they gnaw at my aching bud, making me desperate for relief. I don’t stop them. I simply let them savage my pussy until the bliss is storming over me and finally an intense orgasm rips through me.
One year ago
Watching my Nana slowly slipping away from me is a constant ache in my heart. She is not getting any better and her once-vibrant spirit now lies weakened in her bed. I find myself checking on her repeatedly throughout the day, my anxiety swelling inside of me with each passing minute because I know it can happen at any moment. She appeared strong and healthy for a seventy-five-year-old woman less than a year ago, yet she is stubborn and refuses help.
In the near of death, there a peaceful acceptance of what’s to come or her. She never fails to tell me that when the time is right, it’s right, and how eager she is to be reunited with her love. Although I had never met her husband, since he passed away from a heart attack ten years before I moved in, his presence has always been known in her words and I have no doubt in my heart that she is constantly grieving, despite her brave front.
She reminisces about their love story often, and it is like listening to a fairy tale come to life. It seems like it was the kind of love that leaped over every obstacle and the kind you only read about in books or see in movies. While I know that her desire to be reunited with him is natural, a part of me selfishly wishes to hold onto her a little while longer because I feel like I am not ready to let go of the one person who means absolutely everything to me. If she were not here, I honestly don’t know how I would cope because everything about her is my anchor to keep me fucking sane; just the thought of losing her fills me with emptiness.
As I sit on my bed, alone in my room, I attempt to vibe to music, but still, it fails to drown out the voices of my dark thoughts. Hoping to clear my mind, I reach for the drawer of my bedside cabinet next to me, where a stack of letters from 'him' awaits. They used to terrify me, each one a chilling reminder of his fucked-up obsession, but as time passed, I found a strange comfort in his words.
I lay the letters out in front of me as I cross my legs, tracing the contours of the burnt, black paper with the tips of my fingers. As I pluck one out of the pile, my eyes scan over the white words and I find myself drawn to his haunting phrases. When I first started getting them, I used to throw them in the trash becausethey would freak me the fuck out, but I don’t anymore. I hoard them for days like this and sometimes I ask myself why.
‘I will become your favorite sin. Your guilty pleasure. A fucking obsession, just as you are to me. We'll revel in each other's madness."
‘In the depths of your heart, my name is etched, my little swan, though you may not realize it yet.’
‘I'll be there to catch you when you fall, birdy, and together, we'll fly high to cloud nine.’
I then reach for one that I received a few months ago when I began talking to a guy on social media.
'When will you come to realize that I'm the only one you'll ever love, hate, desire, beg, and long for? Every fucking emotion you feel is under my command. You belong to me. No one else. Only me. You are mine, Swan.'
I let out a long breath as I release the letter, allowing it to slip through my fingers and land on the pile, the same question nagging me as always: when will this person who has been driving me insane for years finally show themselves? What is holding him back if he wants me as much as he claims? I cannot help but wonder about his appearance, his scent, his voice. Is he attractive, or much older and a fucking pervert? Whether I stumbled into some bizarre fantasy with him, and I am equally as insane as he is for somewhat liking it?
I gather up the letters, stacking them neatly into a heap before returning them to the drawer and closing it. I then decide to get out of bed and make my way outside the room to check on Nana again.
As I approach her bedroom door hesitantly, my hand trembles as I reach for the handle, and with a tense breath, I push it open and step inside. She lies still on the bed, her eyes closed and her skin pallid. While moving closer, a knot forms in my stomach, my body tightening, fearing the worst with every step I take and I use a quiet, soft voice, hoping to get a response.
“Nana? Are you alright?”
I feel relief wash over me as she gently opens her eyes, and she lifts her delicate hand. My heart clenches at the sight of the weak state she is in, noticing the changes in her sunken face and the yellowing of her eyes.
«???????, ??? ????».
She urges me closer in Russian, and I comply, taking slow steps until I am settled beside her on an old, cushioned chair. I reach for her frail hand, locking my fingers around hers, and study her face with concern in my eyes. She looks at me, struggling to find her breath to speak, and I fight to stop the tears welling up as they threaten to spill down my cheeks at any moment.
“Charley, I don't want to see you crying. You are here because I want you to be a strong and powerful woman.”
I sniffle before averting my eyes and replying with a tremble on my lips.
“I know.”
She releases my hand, lifting hers until her chilly palm is resting softly against my warm cheek and I close my eyes while leaning into it.
“Child, you have so much more strength than you could ever fathom. You are braver than you could possibly imagine, and you will continue without me.”
She peers deeply into my eyes when I open them, my lashes now heavy with tears clinging onto them.
“You're the only child I have. I have only ever had one person to truly love and admire as a daughter, and that is you. I will leave everything to you, my darling girl, but you must keep going with your promising future and do what you love. I will always be by your side, leading you to your greatness.”
