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I don’t even remember stabbing that knife into Mark.
Mark's pained screams snap me back to the present, and I find myself standing before him, my hand gripping the knife buried in his chest. The sight of blood spreading around the blade sends a shiver down my spine, but I can't bring myself to let go. There isn’t much blood, so it doesn’t seem like I’ve hit anything important.
Everything feels foggy, my mind not feeling like it wants to register anything that is happening. It's as if a dark part of me has taken over, a part that is fueled by rage and vengeance. I should let go of the knife and step away, but I can't find it in me to release my grip on the weapon that is now embedded in this monster's chest.
This monster hurt little girls. He killed little girls. And he was allowed to get away with it. How long had he been getting away with it? How many little girls had he killed? Did I really want to know what else he did to them?
My breathing is surprisingly steady for the thoughts going through my mind and the fact that I stabbed a man.
Truth hums behind me moments before he presses his body into my back. “That was so fucking hot. You have no idea how much it turned me on to watch you stab him.”
Actually, I did, I could feel his hard cock pressed against me. My whole body flushes with arousal.
He slowly slides his gloved hand along my arm, wrapping it around mine on the handle of the blade. “When you stab someone, Little Darling, you need to mean it. If you want to cause the most damage, twist the blade.” He uses his grip on my hand to turn the blade in Mark’s chest.
Blood starts coming faster from the wound around where the blade is buried and my heart starts pumping faster in response. The screams leaving Mark’s mouth and the sight of the blood now pouring from him tugs at a memory but I push it aside. I can’t let myself be distracted right now.
Truth groans and suddenly pulls my hand and the knife out of Mark’s chest. The spray of blood as the blade is pulled out hits me in a hot wet spray of crimson. I can feel flecks of it all over the bare skin of my hands and face.
“And if you want them to die slowly and painfully, aim right about… here.” He uses my hand and thrusts the knife into Mark’s stomach. There isn’t even any resistance, the blade just slides into his flesh like a hot knife through butter. He twists my hand again, turning the blade inside of Mark. It’s hard to tell how much blood is coming from the new wound with so much of it already covering the front of his body.
Mark just continues to scream.
Truth’s other hand comes around the front of my body and within seconds he has my pants undone and a gloved hand inside them, his fingers gliding along my pussy before he pulls out his hand again.
He groans, his masked face brushing the side of mine as he speaks, his voice dripping with arousal. “Is this making you wet, Little Darling? Is listening to his screams and watching the blood seep from his body turning you on?”
I can’t deny the evidence shining on his hand that he holds up in front of my face. Something has to be very wrong with me to feel the way I’m feeling right now. My mind is trying to rebel against the feelings coursing through me.
His words send a flare of heat through me, and I can't tear my eyes away from the sight before me. Mark's pained screams intensify as Truth twists the blade again, causing more blood to spurt from the wound.
I should be repulsed, sickened by the violence, but there's a strange fascination that keeps me rooted to the spot.
My mind is a chaotic mess, torn between the desire to turn away and the perverse allure of the violence in front of me. My heart pounds loudly in my ears, and I can't seem to shake off the arousal that courses through my veins.
Truth's hand leaves mine wrapped around the blade and he tears at my clothes, ripping my shirt and jacket open and shoving my pants down my legs. I vaguely have a fleeting thought about my diminishing wardrobe, but then Truth’s now bare hands are on my pussy again, and despite everything that is unfolding, my body reacts to his touch.
I don’t know when he removed his gloves, but the feel of his bare hands on my bare skin shoots my arousal through the roof. He groans again as he thrusts two fingers inside of me. My whole body throbs at the sound, and yet I still can’t let go of the knife in my hand, the blade still buried inside Mark’s stomach.
“That’s it, Little Darling. Embrace what you’re feeling, dance in the darkness with us.”
Truth’s other hand trails upward and cups one of my breasts, his fingers starting to pinch and pull at my nipple and my pussy tightens around his fingers in response. A moan escapes me and he twists my nipple sharply, his thumb moving to circle my clit. Pleasure and pain swirl within me and my body is climbing toward a climax rapidly.
Mark is still screaming and blood continues to flow from the wounds in his body.
A gloved hand wraps around the hand holding the knife inside of Mark, dragging the knife out slowly. Dare is beside us now, one hand squeezing mine on the knife as his other reaches up to grip my jaw.
He tilts my head to look into my eyes, his black eyes filled with heat as he watches me panting and moaning from what Truth is doing to me. His fingers move on the skin of my face and I can only imagine the blood being smeared across it.
My hips rock onto Truth’s fingers, my body right on the edge as he continues to thrust them inside me, pushing my hips backward to rub against his hard cock.
Dare tilts my head again so that I’m looking back at the still screaming man in front of me. “And if the screams become too much, and you are done with them, then you do this.” He moves my hand for me, like Truth did, and drags the blade hard across Mark’s throat.
There is no avoiding the blood.
I’m surprised there is still so much of it left in him with how much has already made it to the floor beneath his body, but I still manage to get hit by some of the blood spray across my chest.
Truth’s fingers in my pussy push me over the edge to the sound of Mark’s last gurgling breaths, the wave of my orgasm washing over me and dragging me under. My body is awash with pleasure and my cries replace Mark’s to echo around the decaying room.
