13. Elijah
As the words leave my mouth, I can feel her body tense up.
This is our life. No better way to learn it than to be thrown into it. It’s how I learned from my dad, but I wanted to. He knew I needed it. My body craved having the ability to take a life in as many ways as I could. To kill just one way would get boring, but having options kept the fire inside of me alive. Based on the person, I would pick the perfect approach.
I imagine this is a life she has not thought of until recently. Although, it is one she will come to enjoy. She is here because she wants to be. Rain could have run away when I left her alone in the car. But that’s not her. She wants to be freed and I am the one to free her, allow her to spread her fucking wings and become the woman her soul craves to be, beside me.
My little bat is free.
Opening the door, I lead us into the room of the sick mother fucker. He is snoring and sleeping on his single bed. Turning around, I hold my finger up to Rain, and she nods in understanding.
This fucker is going to be awake for everything, he doesn’t deserve quick like his mom.
Walking up to the side of the bed I slap his face, once, twice, and then a third time.
“Fuck you doing?” He shouts with sleep still in his voice.
Bending over, so my face is close to his, I whisper, “Killing you.”
He startles, begins to panic and tries to get off his bed. He isn’t a small guy, so the entire bed shakes with each movement. Growing tired of his dramatics and creating a little distance, when his head rises off the pillow, I punch him in the temple, knocking him out cold. As he falls back, I am already moving to the foot of the bed, throwing off his blankets, and grabbing his bare ankles. He is only wearing boxers, by the looks of it.
Pulling him out of bed, I start to drag him onto the floor. Rain steps aside so I can continue out of the bedroom and down the hall, she follows. It is still dark inside, the moon is the only thing lighting the area. As we reach the end of the hall, where the kitchen and living room are open to each other, I drag him to the middle of the area and leave him there.
Walking up to Rain, I take her hand, open her palm and place the same blade I just used into her hand. It is not the one I used on her mom, this is one from my own personal collection and perfectly sharpened for this evening.
As I close her fingers around it, I take her in. I cannot wait to see her destroy him, taking out everything that has happened these past couple days on him.
Looking down at her, I grip her face and smash my lips against hers, taking and devouring anything that she will give me. This is the last time she will be this version of herself. Because in five minutes, she will be a new person.
A killer, just like me.
I nip her lip, then lick it with the tip of my tongue, where I can taste the copper coming from. Fucking delicious. I could devour her like this until the end of time but not here, not now. Breaking our kiss I step back, she doesn’t lick her lips to clean up any blood. Instead, she lets it be, I hope I bit hard enough so some trickles down her chin.
My mind goes back to the other night, she was covered in her mom’s blood from head to toe. It dripped off her body and pooled around where she was sitting. A fucking goddess.
My cock strains against my pants at the thought.
Stepping aside, I encourage her, “When he wakes up, don’t let that scare you. This is the one time I will tell you to make it as messy as you can. He is a fucking pervert, and his dad deserves to have what you and I have done here embedded in his brain forever. Do you understand?”
Rain takes a deep breath in before responding, “I won’t let you down.”
I wish I could take my dick out now and stroke it while she is killing this mother fucker. There is nothing stopping me but this is her first, it’s best I don’t distract her. But fuck, I have never been this turned on before. I am aching with need.
She has come to trust me so easily, like we have known each other forever. It’s dangerous and dumb, but then what does that make me? We are both fucked.
I rub my cock from the outside of my pants and blow out a deep breath. The power she has willingly given me—not that I needed more, but fuck. To possess it from her is exhilarating.
Walking closer to the bastard on the floor, I kick him in the side of his ribs a couple of times with my boot, “Wake the fuck up.”
His eyes flutter as he grabs his side, “What do you want? Take it, it’s yours.”
“We are,” I promise while looking down at him. Suddenly he is fully alert, which happens once they realize what is about to happen.
I look up at Rain and slightly nod my head. Before she begins, I step on this fucker’s face, putting all my weight on that leg. His screams of pain are slightly muffled as I speak to him once more, “If you try and fight us, her, the more it will hurt. We already want you to hurt, and promise, it will fucking hurt. But I can make it worse.”
Adrenaline is flowing through my veins. This is my favorite part. Good or bad, I couldn’t give a fuck, playing with my prey before finally ending them is what feeds me. Knowing my little bat is about to do this for the first time satisfies me just the same.
Rain steps closer, with the blade in hand. She reaches out over his pelvis and her hand shakes, nerves. She cannot be hesitant, she needs to be confident.
“Just do it. Don’t think. Let your instinct take over,” I encourage her.
Lowering herself to the ground next to him, she gets on bent knees, and her free hand pulls his boxers down, exposing his tiny penis and oversized balls. As the realization of his situation hits him, he begins moving more, his arms move to try and feel where Rain is as his hips move side to side. Thankfully Rain is not within reach, if he were to even brush her with a fingertip I would curb stomp the fuck out of his head. Breaking his skull with the bottom of my boot would bring me great fucking pleasure.
The thought enrages me.
No one fucking touches her but me.
“I will break your jaw right fucking now if you don’t stop moving.” I threaten through gritted teeth.
It takes every ounce of self-control to not just end him now from the thought of it.
Taking my mind off it, or at least trying to, I focus back on Rain, “Little bat, if you don’t do something while on your knees, I will make use out of your current position.”
She looks up at me, licking her lips then winks as she grabs ahold of the fuckers giant balls. Cheeky bitch. Fuck, I am lucky.
Rain positions the blade against his balls and with one fluid motion, cuts through the thin sack skin. Blood trickles down her fingers and she continues to cut them off. My eyes fixate on her, so fucking beautiful. As she makes the final slice, she leans back on her heels holding the detached, bloody ball sack in her hand. Pride shines across her face as she looks up at me for approval.
“Little bat, you did so fucking good.” I praise. Her smile grows even bigger across her delicate face.
She places the appendage next to her and moves to his tiny cock. As she grips it, her face shrivels in disgust but that doesn’t stop her. Doing the same thing she did to his balls, she slices clean through it. Faintly I can hear his scream, but I am too focused on Rain to be aware of how loud he is being.
Instead of placing his cock with his balls, she keeps it in her bloody hand. Looking up at me, “He is being too loud. Let me shove this in his mouth.”
I am bending her over and fucking her bare here once we are done.
Keeping my foot on his head, I bend at the waist and grip the sides of his head, “You are annoying my little bat. Open your mouth and accept her gift, it will help you shut the fuck up.”
His eyes glisten in the moonlight, the bastard is crying like the little bitch he is.
Immediately after I remove my foot from his face, an excruciating scream leaves his mouth. This mother fucker doesn’t listen. Moving my thumbs to his eye sockets, I push as hard as I can while whispering into his ear, “I told you to stay fucking quiet. Now shut the fuck up and let my girl shove your tiny cock into your annoyingly loud mouth before I push your perverted eyes through your thick but empty skull.”
I can feel the tears under my thumbs, pussy, as his mouth opens. Drool runs down his chin as he whimpers. Rain moves forward and shoves the bloody cock into his mouth. He gags as blood joins the stream of drool. I pull back from his eyes and place one hand under his chin, forcing his head back and closing his mouth. I place my other hand over his nose. “If you keep moving and moaning, I will plug your nose and suffocate you. Have you die by choking on your own cock, do you want that?”
He shakes his head in defeat, still crying like a fucking baby.
Rain has already moved on, and her blade traces along his arm, “What did he do? You’re making this one last longer.” Very observant little bat.
“He is a fucking pervert, little bat. He needs to feel the pain. He isn’t good.”
She looks back at me, head slanted. “Neither are you.”
“You’re right, I’m not. Now you aren’t either, babe.”
She takes a moment to absorb what I just said, not moving or taking her eyes off of me. Her head slowly begins to nod as she whispers, “Everything has changed. This is my new life now.”
As the words leave her mouth, the blade pierces his skin and she moves it up his arm. She has cut his radial artery, the one most people cut in the wrong direction, but not her, she did it right. Blood begins to rush out of his wrist and arm, puddling around her knees. He only has a few minutes left now.
Moving quickly, she isn’t wasting time. As she positions herself next to his head, across from me she spits, “Break his jaw.” I look into her eyes, the thrill of the kill has taken over. Rain is gone, and my little bat is fully present.
I stop applying pressure to his jaw. I let his head lower before placing my fingers inside his mouth, on either side. I cup the rest of my hand around his chin and the other over his nose and pull with all my force in opposite directions until I feel the pop and hear the crack. What a fucking rush!
The tiny penis flops out of his now dangling jaw onto the floor next to me.
Little bat drops the knife next to her, we both move, meeting over him as he continues to bleed out, and mouths collide.
I am already grabbing her shirt and pulling it up her body. We part briefly as I pull it over her head, throwing it to the side. She isn’t wearing a bra, fuck me. I join her, standing up, I remove my own hoodie and walk to be on the same side as her.
“This isn’t going to be gentle. I am going to fuck your tight cunt until you’re screaming my name, little bat. My dick has been hard since you took the blade, he needs to be inside you.”
She giggles at my claim, but I am not playing little bat.
My cock continues to strain against my pants as I position myself behind her.
I move my hands, finding her waistband and pull her leggings down past her perky ass and leave them at her knees.
“Place your hands on the other side of this fucker,” I instruct, and she obeys.
As she positions herself over his face, I move the thin thong fabric to the side and with two fingers, brush against her dripping pussy. Her breath hitches as her back arches.
“If you fucking look at her tits, I will make your death last longer.” I threatened him. He doesn’t respond.
I tease her a couple more times before I stop and begin to undo my belt, then my pants. I pull them down, freeing my throbbing cock. I grip it tight as I move closer behind her, guiding him slowly inside. She moans, “Fuck.” Under her breath. Her pussy is like a vice, gripping me instantly.
My cock ring rubs against her walls.
Then, grabbing her shoulder with my free hand, I slam myself hard inside of her.
I warned her this wouldn’t be nice.
Another moan escapes her as she throws her head back, sending me into a frenzy. Looking around us all we see is, blood, bodies and raw fucking passion.
She is never leaving me.
I continue to thrust into her, my pelvis pounding against her skin as we both take what we need.
“Such a good fuck toy for me, aren’t you?”
She doesn’t respond.
“Such a bad fucking girl. Ignoring your brother as he fucks your tight, needy cunt.”
I feel her pussy tighten around my cock. My heart is racing as the familiar tingling sensation builds.
“Elijah, it feels so fucking good. Take it all. Use me. Destroy me. I’m yours.” She pants.
That does it. Ropes of my come begin to coat her walls. I work her harder and faster, addicted to this feeling. I never want this moment or this connection to end.
I continue to fill her with my come as her own orgasm takes over, her pussy milks my cock as she coats me with her release. I take my hand and slap her ass as I pound into her from behind. Her skin cracks against mine, and her back arches further as another moan leaves her. I want my marks all over her.
Letting go of her shoulder, I grip her throat, needing to leave a mark there too.
Our movements slow down, and I squeeze her around the neck once more before letting go. Her head lowers as she catches her breath. My heart is racing, I can hear it beating in my ears. I have never had sex like this. Over a dying person, well most likely already dead now, and to come by just being inside of her.
“You are never fucking leaving me. Do you understand?” I ask her as if I want her to respond, but I don’t.
She turns her head over her shoulder, panting and looking at me confused, before she whispers, “Never.”
Pulling out of her, my cock is dripping with our mixed release. I tuck myself back inside my pants and stand up, allowing her to lean back and pull her own pants up.
Walking over to the other side, I grab both our tops and pass her one as I put mine back on.
Breaking the silence, “Elijah, get me a knife from the kitchen, please.” She asks me in a sex daze, and I obey.
My boots squeak against the floor from the wet blood on them. I open a couple drawers as I enter the space, looking for the sharp knives. Finding one, I grab it, walk it back over and hand it to her. Taking it, she uses it to point towards the tiny penis next to me. Bending down, I grab it and pass it to her.
Little bat places it on the pervert’s bare chest, and then with both hands wrapped around the handle of the blade, she drives it into him, pinning the penis in place. He doesn’t scream or move.
The fucker is dead. This place is a mess. Perfect for how I wanted that prick to find it once he gets home.
The last thing he will do is ask the police to investigate.
He will know I did it. He will know I could do it to him. Fingerprints don’t worry me.
Rain picks up the blade I brought from the thickly pooled blood and passes it to me, still dripping. Not giving a fuck, I shove it in my pocket and start to walk toward the front door. “Let’s go little bat, our work here is done.”