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So far she has exceeded all of our expectations, she is going to be our dark Queen. The one we will worship above all others. She just has to embrace that part of herself.
I could still taste her, her flavor lingering in my mouth and just making me ache even more for her. I told her the truth, I couldn’t wait to devour her. That small whimper that she couldn’t stop will play on repeat in my mind when I wrap my own hand around my cock later.
My heart races with anticipation as I watch her unlock the car door and slide into the driver's seat. The engine purrs to life, breaking the silence of the night. She glances briefly in my direction, her gaze piercing through the darkness, but her awareness of my presence remains uncertain.
I hope she likes the gift. Maybe one day we would tell her what we did to get it for her.
As she starts the engine and drives away, I watch the tail lights fade into the night, swallowed by the darkness. I don’t need to follow right away, I know exactly where she is going. And following right now would be too obvious while the streets are empty.
As much as the need burns inside me to see her reaction to our present in person, the cameras we hid in her house would have to suffice.
I would be sure to make her thank me properly some other time.
Truth walks over to me, removing his mask now that she has gone. I reach up and remove mine, shoving it into the pocket of my hoodie.
“That went better than expected,” he says, turning once more to look in the direction she disappeared and showing his obsession again.
But then I still haven’t looked away either. “Yes it did,” I responded distractedly. It’s not like he isn’t used to my behavior by now.
He reaches out and takes hold of my wrist, bringing my gloved fingers to his nose and inhaling deeply. His moan is obscene, and I snatch my hand away before he does something stupid like sucks on my fingers. He just snickers in response.
“Wish it was my fingers on her pretty pussy,” he says.
“Soon enough,” I respond, trying to temper his fervor. "Our time will come, but we have to be careful, methodical. She needs to be deeper first, more willing to embrace that side of herself.”
Truth's eyes gleam with a dangerous hunger, his smirk betraying the depths of his obsession. It doesn’t bother me, it matches my own after all.
We both crave her in ways that defy reason, yearning to unlock the depths of her darkness and revel in the shared ecstasy it promises.
I feel a mix of excitement and caution as I see the look in Truth's eyes, recognizing the reflection of my own desires mirrored back at me. There is an undeniable connection between us, forged in the fires of our shared obsession. We understand the depths to which we are willing to go, how far we are willing to push the boundaries of morality.
Truth's smirk widens; he relishes in the anticipation, fueled by the thought of possessing her in the most intimate of ways. "She will submit," Truth whispers, his voice dripping with certainty. "We will make her ours, body and soul."
I can't help but shiver at his words, the prospect of fulfilling our dark desires lingering at the edges of my consciousness.
"I crave her," he murmurs, his voice dripping with a mixture of longing and anticipation. "I want to see her surrender, to witness her embrace the depths of her desires."
I nod, my own hunger rising like a tide within me. But I know the importance of restraint, of keeping our obsession in check. A surge of anticipation courses through me, fueled by the twisted fantasies that dominate my thoughts. The allure of seeing her surrender to her own darkness, to witness her embrace the depths of her desires, consumes me completely.
Taking my phone out I open it, navigating to the hidden apps and selecting the one I want. Truth crowds closer to look at the screen, humming to himself as the app loads.
Time for the next step.
Chapter 12
Alex
Thepresentsitsonmy coffee table, it looks so innocent and inconspicuous almost. Except for where it came from.
I still haven’t opened it. I haven’t done anything since I got home except sit on my couch and look at it. My mind keeps playing on the different things it could be. Some sort of evidence? Some hint of who they are? A bloody bleeding heart?
Nope, too small for that.
I know I am not going to find out until I open the damn thing.
Taking a deep breath, I finally muster the courage to pick up the present from the coffee table. It’s surprisingly light, adding to the mystery of its contents. My hands tremble slightly as I turn it around, inspecting it from every angle.
As I unwrap the gift, the layers of paper fall away, revealing a small, unassuming box. Its plain design and lack of embellishments puzzle me even more. How could something so ordinary hold any significance? Nevertheless, I know I have to open it.
