Collateral Damage

C H A P T E R 36

DELICATE ANGEL

Puppeteer

I can still hear her singing in my ear and it took everything inside of me to hold myself from destroying her sweet little flower. Unable to touch what is mine proved to be highly difficult, but she will not be able to resist me much longer.

I’ve given her just enough to let her deteriorate, pining for me inside her. She will scream for me, and I will happily suck out all her insecurities. She has nothing to be ashamed of.

She is the definition of perfect , and I intend to ruin that. Mould her to chase this high she so desperately craves. Succumb to this darkness she is so undeniably drawn too. She will learn there is no greater feeling than letting yourself go underneath the grasp of malevolence. I want to watch her lose herself as I chase away all her innocence until all that purity she holds onto so dearly is infested with unimaginable starvation for transgression. I want her to willingly surrender to me.

That is the purest taste of corruption.

My delicate little angel will fall as I did, and I will show her what it means to relish in pain. Use it to strengthen her will. I know deep down in there somewhere is a little girl curious to know why people like me only function on suffering. I will show her just how bittersweet giving into your own demons can be. Teach her how to control them, to feed and nurture them.

I’ve left her to her own devices, letting her imagination run wild. I saw an opportunity and I took it. She shouldn’t have been moaning my name in her sleep like a needy little w hor e. She has no idea the velocity of my need to fuck her senseless. She’s bringing out an animal in me I didn't even know I had. I’ve never desired anyone the way I do her and it’s becoming a weakness untold. She is the noose around my neck and I am terrified that if she said jump. I would. Is it normal to yearn for someone so much that you quiver at the mere sight of them in your head? Her skin in my mouth tasted like salted caramel. A delicacy, where you have to hold yourself back from devouring the entire tub.

She’s been in there for about thirty minutes, probably trying to muster up the courage to face me but I have no intention of going easy on her now. I will tempt her thoughts until she is on her knees.

Finally, the door opens. And my Little Puppet surprises me, wearing only a new pair of lacey knickers and a cropped top I must have thrown in there, exposing her tender skin and the tone in her tummy. She doesn’t like being left unsatisfied and now she’s dangling herself in front of me so that I give her what she wants. Clever girl. But she’s going to have to try harder than that.

She wanders over to the kitchen cabinets, overly extending her arms to reach unnecessary heights. Her back is to me so I have a perfect view of her peachy fucking ass and if she’s not careful I'll bite a chunk out of it next time.

Testing me further, she claws a glass from the shelf edging it as she glares back at me with mischief beaming from her, once doe eyes that have now inhabited the gaze of a sultry siren, exchanging a threat with words.

“I dare you, Alora.”

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She tugs it a little more letting it smash on the tiled floor, shattering like my patience as I clench my jaw, kissing my teeth before storming over towards her. My boots crush the glass underneath my feet until the palm of my hand finds her throat, lifting her off the floor until her bare ass meets the counter, tilting my head as I stare through her challenging eyes. She’s suddenly grown some balls and my plan is working, but she’s asking for something her fragile little mind can’t handle yet. I’d rip her to shreds, but I’m not opposed to teasing the idea. Let's test it shall we?

“ You shouldn’t have done that...” The way I spoke must have been of a different nature because her eyes explode at my statement. I bend down, picking up the largest piece of glass broken off on the floor, edging it towards her before holding it to her throat, refraining from drawing blood so I can watch it run the length of her centre until it’s skimming her pantie line. The thought alone causes me to wet my lips before nipping the thin lace of her undies until it pings free instead. Her challenging little eyes soon become balls of fear as she jumps, clamping them shut so she doesn't have to look at me. They fall down against the counter between her legs as she straddles me, already a breathless mess with her pussy fully exposed against my denim jeans.

“Do you trust me, Alora ?” She barely responds, hesitant to admit that she feels safe in the arms of a killer but her silence is insufferable. I want to hear her sweet tongue. “I need an answer.” She nods sporadically, telling me yes without words and I grind my teeth. “Words.”

I hold her firmly in place by the throat with my left hand, grazing the sharp side of the glass against her inner thigh with my right but she doesn’t fight. She wants this. That euphoria. That freedom in losing yourself.

“Y-es!...” Good.

I grip the shard to apply enough pressure to pierce her sensitive flesh, harming us both, only enough to let blood rush to the surface of the cut.

“Ow-!...” My mouth salivates as the little gash fills with red wine, rubbing the fresh wound and she hisses like an injured kitten, tilting her head back to rest on the cabinet. Her red velvet taints my thumb as I grab her chin, forcing her to watch me as I take it in my mouth. She needs to learn to watch me claim what is Mine. My eyes roll, seeing only red as my lips find her skin, my teeth chattering to rip her apart as I drop the glass, pulling her groin into mine abruptly. My blood marks her ass from my open wound, listening to her sigh into the void as I crawl down her frame, gripping the bottom of her thigh and lifting it until it’s inches from my mouth.

I hover over the wound, warmth preparing it for the sting before I taste her on my tongue. I flatten it against her cut, my piercing indenting her skin, cleaning it up as my teeth carefully nibble around the opening, inches from her sweet spot that's making me salivate at the thought of wearing her sweet liquor on my tongue. I suck her into my mouth, giving her just a glimpse of the plans I have in store for her when she completely and entirely gives her body over to me, because she will.

Copper invades my mouth as I tend to my harm and I exhale with pent up relief. Feeding off my trauma is my own source of pleasure. I’ve not killed for weeks. I’ve not shed blood or tasted its sweetness. I’m deprived and she’s letting me feed my cravings. Such a good little blood bag .

I suck her skin into my mouth, gripping her tighter as she squirms in my hold, breaking that delicate barrier of tender flesh with a pretty bruise that leaves her inner thigh raw and bloody, marking what will soon belong to me. She doesn’t know it yet, but her blood on my tongue is where it belongs, making me hard in my fucking boxers at the thought of making her cry my name.

“Act like a brat. You get treated like one.” She’s heaving so heavily and I’ve not even touched her which is making a wicked smile grace my ugly face. This rebellious nature she's exploring is exactly what I wanted. She’s spent her entire life walking on eggshells. I want her to hunt for the thrill in danger.

I lift her off the counter and she naturally wraps around me, her essence invading my scent as I walk over the glass so she doesn’t injure her feet towards the sofa, placing her face down on the couch with her ass up in the air. Her shins rest against the side of the chair and she stretches out her arms, revealing the perfect arch and the dimples in her lower back as the arm holds her hips up. She likes to go mute when I'm stripping her of her regality. Like it helps her ignore the way I'm conquering her body.

This time, she has no pants to cover up her arousal and she’s dripping, as am I at the sight of her. Fighting every impulse to indulge in my dessert laying on a silver platter. But I refrain. Running my fingertips lightly against her inner thigh, lining the outside of her sensitive little rose, so gently that I’m barely touching it. I bite my lip hard at the way she responds to me when a moan slips from her mouth, followed by a heavy gasp when the palm of my hand strikes her ass, already going red raw on impact. This time, harder.

“Count for me.” She doesn’t respond, but I know she heard me, and I strike again, feeling the pulse between my legs harden at my bare skin against hers. It takes her a minute to open her mouth as I massage her skin like putty between my fingers.

“T-wo!…”

“Just like that baby.” My hand connects again and the sting causes me to fight with my eyes as I lose them in the back of my skull.

“Three-”

“Fo-ur!...” I grab her left leg, lifting it up to rest on the arm of the chair, spreading her pretty pussy for me and strike between her legs, smacking it to force a yelp to escape her.

“Five!” I was gentle with her last time, but she wants this just as much as I do. We will build that tolerance. I take a step to grab her by the scruff of her hair, pulling her back up until she’s practically inside of me, wedged between me and the arm of the couch with nowhere to go and I watch her carefully as she pants with all her might.

“Why did you lie to me, Puppet.” She knows exactly what I'm referring to and her bottom lip trembles, trying to get the words out.

“I didn’t wan-t you to laugh.” Being a virgin at nineteen seems to be forbidden. Like a sin in itself purely because you’re careful with who you hand your diamonds over to. But she’s a good girl. Sensible.

“Why would I laugh? At their misfortune maybe.” Now she is Mine to take. Maybe I'm not worthy of her body, but I'm greedy and selfish. She weeps for me in ways that have me shaking.

“Are- are you going to fuck me now?” My brow raises at her bold assumption. She wants me to rid her of her insecurities. She wants me to finally remove a part of her that dreads to face her bullies. Teased for being the odd one out when really she doesn’t see just how special she is.

“No.” She huffs in disappointment. But I will not fuck her purely to fulfil a ridiculous high school requirement. I will fuck her when she realises her worth and gives that privilege to me. Virginity is to be tended to with care. It’s not something you rip away like you do with someone’s miserable life. She will learn to use her words.

She’s not a slut. And I won’t treat her like one until she’s begging for me to fill her up. When she chooses. Only then will I rip that clarity from inside of her and fill her with my monsters.

“Is it because I'm untouched? I’m not experienced?” I don’t know who the hell made her think that, but my grip tightens around her hair in annoyance.

“No. It’s because you’re not an object.” Her muscles relax against me, like my words relieve her.

“If you want me to, I will. When and only when you are ready. Do you understand me?” She nods in agreement, trembling against me now that the adrenaline has worn off. I turn her to face me, all flustered and disorientated. “I need you to tell me you understand Alora.” Even in her most vulnerable state, she stands in my hands so comfortably. She trusts me completely and it frightens me the lengths I will go to prove to her I will do anything to keep her safe.

“I- understand.” My fingers trace her hot cheeks. She looks lost again and I hate it. She doesn’t know what she wants. And that is only for her to decide. She needs to figure that out on her own.

“Go and clean yourself up, Love.”