Chapter 11
Clementine
Ilove that my prey thinks I’m weak and helpless.
I wait as everyone, other than Bennett, rush forward, preparing to over power me, but man oh man are they shit out of luck.
I observe Bennett standing back, letting his goons do all of the grunt work, a satisfied smirk on his lips.
I tip my lips back at him as soon as one of the boys grabs me by the arm.
I slowly turn my head toward him, cocking it, and looking at the hold he has on me.
I snatch his wrist in my free hand, making my nails grow sharp, and digging them into him.
Wrapping my thumb around, I bend his wrist backwards until the sound of snapping fills my ears like music.
He screams from the pain and watches as blood pours down his hand.
His frightened eyes meet mine and I take that opportunity to really put fear into him.
“What the fuck?” I hear one of the other guys stutter. Before turning my attention to him, I remove my arm from the grip it’s in, then bring both hands up to this guy's neck.
“It was nice to meet you,” I giggle.
“Wha–” his face is ghostly white, tears staining his cheeks.
Crack. I hear the break in his neck as I snap it to the side, then I drop him to the ground in a pile of dead flesh.
“Did you jus–did you just fucking kill him?” One of the guys yells, stumbling back towards Bennett.
Turning to face them, I watch as both of them back up and Bennett has an angry expression on his face.
“Oops,” I reply, shrugging my shoulders. “Where are you going guys? I thought we were going to play? I ask innocently.
They look at each other confused.
“Let’s go Bennett! She’s fucking crazy!”
My laugh gets louder and I decide to start skipping toward them, we really need to hurry this along.
I can feel Ally still locked in her mind, hyperventilating, and in complete terror. Poor little thing, but this was always inevitable. She was cursed before she was born.
“Fucking finish her!” Bennett yells, demanding his buddies to try again.
They all try their best to put on a brave face, take a deep breath, and begin marching my way. I stop, excitedly jumping up and down, clapping my hands.
“Oh yay! The fun isn’t over!” Excitement laces my tone, which causes them to slow their steps a little.
They’re almost in front of me. I see when they both reach their hands out to grab me, but I freeze them where they’re at. They’re faces are shocked. One grunts at his feet, trying to force his body to move, while the other begins breathing really fast.
“Hmmm,” I bring my finger to my chin while I hold my other arm across my body.
“How should I play with you two?”
They side eye each other, then look back at me. Their eyes pleading to be set free.
“Oh, I know!” I say, pointing my finger in the air.
I focus on them, pulling them under my command so I can have my wicked fun.
I force one of the guys to lay on the ground, staring straight up at the dark sky.
I stand beside his head, looking down at him.
One little tear falls out of the corner of his eye, sliding down until it hits the ground.
I look at the other boy and command him to come over.
“Stomp his face in until there’s nothing left but squished meat and bones,” I cackle.
“Fuck this, you stupid slut! I’m going to get help!” Bennett yells.
He takes off running, but doesn't get two feet before I have him paralyzed also.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I sing-song. “Now, continue,” I encourage the guy standing next to me.
“Please, no. He’s my best friend.”
I guess he’s not so tough after all. I flutter my lashes at him, giving him my best smile, and force him to stare into my eyes again.
“Stomp his face in now.”
He starts screaming, but he has no control. I watch as he begins stomping his friends face into the ground. I can hear the crunch of teeth being broken and bones snapping. Blood is splattering everywhere. The ground is covered in it and I really wish I could just bathe in it. Right here, right now.
Once his face is unrecognizable, I make him stop. His friend's head is no longer a head, it looks more like grinded meat that's been dropped on the ground. I giggle.
“Now what to do with you two,” I say, pointing my finger between the both of them.
Bennett’s face looks as if he’s just eaten a sour lemon, and his friend is hyperventilating, tears pouring down his face, and by the looks of it, piss down his legs.
“Come here,” I stare at Bennett.
I can feel his resistance, his mind begging his body not to move, but I’m stronger and he can’t resist me. He continues to walk until he’s standing next to his friend. I look between both of them, a sly smile forming on my lips.
I step closer to the friend, bringing my lips to his ear, I whisper. “Drop to your knees and pull down Ben Ben's pants and underwear.”
He’s trembling. Attempting to shake his head.
“Now. I won’t tell you twice.”
He slowly drops to his knees, his hands coming up to unbutton Bennett’s jeans, whose eyes go wide when he sees what his friend is doing.
“Bro, what the fuck? Quit fucking touching me!” He yells.
His friend looks up at him, his hands still working, and tugging down his clothes.
“I can’t. She has some kind of mind control over me, dude,” he cries. “Do you really think I want to be on my knees in front of you?”Bennett scoffs, returning his eyes to me. “You're a sick bitch.”
“I love it when you talk nasty to me. It really turns me on, Benny.”
I lick my lips at him, and he bares his teeth at me.
I squat down to his friend's level, threading his hair through my hands tenderly.
“You’re actually cute,” I say. He swallows and I watch as his Adam's apple bobs.
“Too bad you’re a fuck boy, huh?” I laugh. “Now, put Ben’s limp dick into your mouth and bite down as hard as you can until it rips off,” I exaggerate with the f, and he’s back to sobbing hard.
I look at Bennett, to see that even his lips are trembling, and his hands are fisted so hard his knuckles have turned white.
I go to say something, but out rips a terrifying scream from him that sends tingles all over me.
It’s absolutely delicious and I drink in the sound of his cries.
I look down to see what caused this beautiful music and see his friend has already bit down on him.
He’s ripping into him, shaking his head from left to right, aggressively trying to detach the dick from Bennett’s body.
I cackle, and Bennett has finally gone from screaming to crying, repeatedly begging and pleading for this to end.
I stand up, moving closer to him. I caress his cheek.
“Don’t worry, this will all be over soon.”
Bennett’s eyes roll to the back of his head and his body goes slack. He’s passed out. The only reason he’s still standing is because of me.
His friend's face is covered in blood, spread from one end of his mouth to the other. Bennett’s dick hanging out of his mouth.
Blood pours from Bennett’s groin and it’ll only be a matter of minutes before he’s died from all the blood loss. A lot quicker than I wanted, but who am I to complain? It was one hell of a show. I grab the friend's chin, pinching it between my thumb and forefinger, forcing him to look up at me.
“Now, be a good boy and swallow for Mommy,” I smirk.
His eyes go wide, but that doesn’t stop him from forcing himself to try and swallow Bennett’s dick whole. After it’s halfway down his throat, he begins to choke. Tears slide out of his eyes, the color of his skin turning red, and his lips blue.
“Enjoy Hell, pretty boy,” I wink. I can feel when his heart quits beating. He drops dead on the ground, the end of the dick still hanging out of his mouth.
I look back to see Bennett has stopped bleeding, his chest unmoving. He’s officially a corpse and I release him, causing him to hit the ground. I look around at the dead bodies, admiring my handiwork.
“Well boys, this has been fun, but I really must be going. I have an appointment I just cannot miss. Ciao.”
I wave my fingers to the dead men and find my way out of the fairgrounds.
“Home sweet home, here I come.”