Chapter 5 #2
A snort leaves Damon's mouth, his lips pulling into a sinister grin.
From the corner of my eye, I observe as he pushes the slut off his lap with a disgruntled cry, and leans closer to Olivia across the short span of the table, licking his lips, as if craving a taste of the delectable treat before us: fresh meat for the wolves who are ravenous.
"Careful now, girl, that demanding and insolent tone is more than likely to get you a hard cock shoved down your throat, or up that sexy, round ass.
" His words are threatening, but his tone is filled with seduction and heat. The fucker is just hoping that she forces him to comply with his threats, and if I’m being honest, so am I.
Her hand flies out and smacks the cup in front of her, causing the contents to shoot forward and drench our laps, and Ava rises with a scream.
"WHAT THE FUCK, BITCH!" River jumps from his chair, soda and ice dripping down his legs.
"OHMYGOD!" Ava shouts as she swipes at the wet spot on her skirt, and gives Olivia a deadly look. Olivia, to my amusement, gives Ava a quick perusal and then dismisses her, as if she's not even worth giving her any more attention.
"I'm not like that freshman, fuckers. If you try to touch me, I'll rip your arms off and beat you with them.
Now, I asked you a question, and I'm loath to repeat myself, but since I'm guessing you three don't have a fucking working brain cell to rub between you, and the attention span of gnats, how do you know my name? "
I cross my arms over my chest and watch, as her pretty, bright sea-glass eyes track the movement.
She's furious at our earlier treatment, but also intrigued.
I can work with that. I want her to be curious about us, that way, it will be easier to destroy her.
"You're right, you're not. She was attractive, but you're just basic.
An angry little beaver showing her teeth. "
If possible, her eyes get even larger, and glow with an inner fire.
She's ready to rain violence down on me at my callous words.
There is nothing basic about this girl, from the top of her purple and brown streaked hair down to her dainty feet, and everything in between.
However, there is no way I'm telling her that.
I'd rather swallow my fucking tongue first.
"Wow, just fucking wow. Do you honestly think I want you to objectify me?
I don't give a flying shit if you think I'm attractive.
I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but let's get something straight here.
You come at me, and I'll bury you in a deep hole where no one will ever find you. Now, answer the damn question!"
"You can't speak to them like that, whoever the hell you are," Ava interjects, getting in Olivia's space.
The two women stare each other down, neither one looking like they will back down, and at any moment, we'll have a catfight on our hands.
As amusing and hot as that would be to watch, I don't find myself in the mood to observe the bloodshed.
Then again, I bet Olivia's blood would look beautiful spilled across the walls of this place, and perhaps coating my cock.
"You tell her, Ava, you're such a good girl." River smirks, adding fire to an already volatile situation with his brand of sadistic humor. He's ever the malevolent instigator. I watch with amusement as a red flush rises on Ava's cheeks with embarrassment at River's comment.
"Listen, collagen Barbie, I'm not speaking to you.
Mind your fucking business before I use those pricey extensions to gag you.
" Olivia shoves Ava, and she slams into the next table with a shriek, causing its residents to flee for safety, and abandon their meals.
So messy, so much unnecessary drama. I hate chaos and attention, well, if I'm not the one causing it, that is.
I get up slowly from my seat, letting her see all the menace that swims through my veins.
Damon and River mimic my actions, until we surround her like a pack of hyenas smelling a fresh kill.
To her credit, she doesn't shrink away, or show us any fear.
Instead, she holds firm, her eyes tracking our movements, silently assessing the threat like a fellow predator.
Interesting. The crowd around us shows no such strength, as they take steps to further their distance from us.
Can they sense the imminent bloodshed and carnage? I certainly hope so.
"Who are we?" An evil smirk crosses my face.
"You should be wary of issuing threats to predators, violent little psycho, you never know if and when they will snap.
" At my words, I bare my teeth at her, and River, the fucker, snaps his teeth near her neck.
She flinches, but catches herself before she can take a step backward.
"I'm not afraid of you, asshole, and don't call me that, or I'll rip out your throat and bury it up your ass!
" She growls, and I find her furious expression endearing. So much so that I picture that same look on her face while I have her strapped to my bed, unable to move, gagged, while the three of us take turns fucking all her holes, and filling her with our cum, until it’s pouring out of her.
I bet you she would still fight us even then.
I feel my cock beginning to swell in my pants at just the thought, and I have to restrain myself from reaching out, grabbing her by her slender throat, and forcing her to her defiant knees.
Not yet, the time will come, but first I want to play with her, take her apart, and see what makes her tick.
"Oh, little Olivia, we’re going to have great fun tearing your whole world right from underneath those pretty feet of yours," Damon snarls, grabbing a semi-full cup from the table, which we've just vacated, and pouring it over her head.
A shriek blares through the room, and she swings her arm, narrowly missing Damon's face. Damn, she is such a violent little thing, she’s almost perfect.
She swipes at her wet face, fury alive in her green eyes, that shine like fiery emeralds, and call to the monster that lives within me that enjoys the pain and suffering of others.
The one I usually have complete control over, but this wisp of a girl seems to be testing my restraint.
I can't have that. I can't allow anything to distract me from my plans for complete power and dominion in Soule.
She's nothing, just a whore like her gold-digging mom, thinking she can get a free ride.
I'll bury her in a deep grave so that no one will ever find her, if she keeps coming at me after I've had my fun, of course.
"I would sleep with one eye open, Livy. You never know when a monster is coming for ya," River chuckles, as he pulls away from the table and starts to walk out of the student lounge, without a look back in her enraged direction.
Damon follows suit, after baring his teeth at her once more, and I give her one more perusal from the top of her pop-drenched head, down her seductive body, and meet her furious eyes.
"Welcome to hell, sweetheart. I hope you enjoy your short-lived stay. "
We reach the Cafe's doorway just as we hear furniture being launched behind us.
A look over my shoulder confirms my suspicions.
She's flipped over the table in her fury, and the maggots watching her are both entranced and stupefied by our reaction to her, and her violence.
Ava flees toward a wall with her cronies, and a look of abject horror on her face.
So much for holding her own. I hate fucking weakness.
Olivia Springhill just designated herself as our new plaything, and she doesn't even know it yet. I'm going to enjoy clipping her wings, and bringing that violent nature of hers to heel. I've always wanted a fucking pet.