Chapter 2 #2
They shook their heads, breathless, whispering denials, but I could see it in their eyes. The hesitation that screamed yes. I moved so close that my breath tickled their lips. I dropped my voice to a low, dangerous hum.
“Kiss her again. Slowly. Let me see your need or…she dies now.”
Their eyes flicked to each other, confusion and horror battling desire. Thing One hesitated, and I pressed the sharp point of my knife under her jawline, tilting her face upward, commanding her gaze.
“You wanted a reward. Well, here it is. A few precious moments to live. To entertain me. So come on. Do it now…”
The black-haired girl took in a shaky breath, linking her fingers in her friend‘s red locks, smashing her mouth onto hers with urgency.
“Just like that. Good girl,” I whispered, savoring how my words made her shiver.
The second one sobbed quietly, lips trembling against her friend’s.
I leaned back, giving them just enough space to feel the area closing in, feel the predator’s shadow—my shadow.
Their shame, their fear, it painted them like living art, and I was the one with a fucking paintbrush that would bleed them into red.
“Stop pretending you have control,” I said softly. “Every move, every breath, every glance is your plea for life.”
I let silence stretch again, watching them wrestle with my words, letting panic twist into something darker, something obedient.
“Hmmmm…nope,” I said, popping the ‘P.’ I pressed the edge of my knife, glinting faintly in the mist, and waited.
“Do passionate lovers really kiss fully clothed? Tsk tsk, ladies. I’m not feeling this tragic love story.”
Their panic broke when I pulled out my phone, the red light beaming at them as I recorded their tear-drenched face. Dark eyes wide, ruined makeup streaked across flushed cheeks, and they fell to their knees, realizing this was the end.
Their final moment was coming.
I was patient, precise, and cruelly slow.
“Stand,” I ordered. They obeyed, clinging to each other like it was the only lifeline they had. “That’s right. Get in the water. Take off those ridiculously tacky clothes,” I whispered, letting the fog carry my voice.
Their sobs were soft, whimpers now, the sound almost erotic in its vulnerability. They were mine, willingly or not, and the realization that I could escalate, or end it entirely, made their panic so delicious, so perfect, it made my cock harden in the leather.
I didn’t move in for mercy. I didn’t offer escape. I let them marinate in their fear and shame. In obedience, they couldn’t deny. Every forced act was a thread I pulled, weaving a web of terror and submission around them.
They were in the cold water, stripping one another bare with shaking hands. Their nail polish was cracked, and the stain on the redhead’s shirt annoyed me.
They were unclean.
“Yes, make her come. I know you’ve wanted this. A fucking stranger can see the lovesick puppy you are.”
The female whimpered, getting to her knees before her friend, and opening her legs.
“Pl-please…” She begged, giving me a fleeting look of pleas.
“Shhhh. Make her come, whore. Or I will make her bleed.”
More whimpering, but this time it was from the black-haired woman. The sidekick licked her cunt, burying her head into her pussy and grinding her face so hard into her friend that it made her stagger.
The silvery water lapped at them. Rai was fighting back moans as tears continued to fall from her fearful eyes.
“I knew you had it in you,” I praised. “Let’s hope you‘re enough of a whore to make her come.”
The girls made good footage. A homemade snuff film, including the fake fucking moans and theatrically scripted orgasms.
I sighed, walking forward faster than their eyes could track. The blade in my hand sliced through the black-haired girl’s skin like paper. Her eyes grew as wide as saucers, silent and confused until the blood rolled down her naked body in a stream.
“Pity,” I said, cleaning off the knife in the water before making my way back to the shore. The redhead jerked her head up as the woman above her staggered, holding her neck and falling into the water like a newborn giraffe.
Deep blackened red coated the water, swirling around, and turning her body the same color as her hair.
“Oh my God. Rai? Rai!”
I shook my head. “Perhaps now that you have mere minutes before she bleeds out, you can make her come. I did warn you. Tick tock, Book Girl.”
The woman scrambled, trying to hold her friend‘s head above water, as the blood continued to seep out of her wound. Her mouth opened like a fish, wordless and beautiful.
“Forty seconds left, Kiki.”
The jolt of her body when I said her name correctly was even more present than when it was mispronounced. The camera‘s light kept her lit up, showing a shine on the neck of the fading friend.
“Wh-Why? You’re a fucking snake.”
“Indeed.” I smiled beneath my mask. “But what does that make you, doll? You knew I was a snake, yet assumed I wouldn’t bite you. Thirty seconds left. Tick tock. Rai’s nearly out of her clock.”
My rhymes deeply affected her, and she tried to put pressure on her friend’s gaping wound while crying and looking for some form of help.
“Help me. Help us! Heeelllp,” Kiki screamed between sobs.
I cackled as the laughter from the distant maze filtered around her.
Many people screamed for help during the hunt.
All the actors shouted murderous, tacky phrases, and the herded cattle of people played their roles.
Some were screaming and crying, and some even wetting themselves.
It was all part of the beauty of my playground.
There was no help. And when you screamed for it. You would only hear applause.
“No…”
“Yes,” I said, listening to the last rattling breaths of the downed female. “Twenty seconds. How will you say goodbye?”
The pain in her eyes made me throb. The physical need to jerk my dick was overwhelming. God, I loved this pain. It was almost as good as causing physical pain, the mental desperation intoxicating.
“Please…I…Please.”
I cracked my neck. Walking closer to her, I let the camera get right in her face as all her hope bled into the water below.
“Mmm. Yes. This was love, wasn’t it? Such a sad little story. But I’ll tell you what. You can choose your own ending.”
The female sniffled, looking over to the dripping knife in my hand. Her friend was silent now. Her chest still, and her eyes open, staring up at the light above, losing her own shine.
“I loved you, Rai. I fucking loved you. You stupid bitch, you made me come here. Said it would be so amazing, and now you’re fucking dead. I loved you. I loved you…”
She leaned down, kissing her friend’s lips and bashing the ever-loving fuck out of her chest before finally she stuck out her hand. That delicious defeat swam in the deep pools of her tear-filled, swollen eyes. The lost lover’s head lowered beneath the water.
“Give it to me,” she said barely above a whisper. So quiet I had to strain to hear her.
Was she intending to…
I shut off the phone, ending the video, and slipping it into my pocket before padding over to where she kneeled with her arm still outstretched. Her eyes didn’t leave the submerged face of her companion.
“How Romeo and Juliet of you,” I teased, placing the knife in her palm before jerking her forward with my other hand.
“If you even think of trying to use this on me, I promise you will beg for death for years before you rot into oblivion.”
She swallowed, finally meeting the slits of my eyes in the mask. This close, she could likely see the golden hue of my iris. It was the last color she would ever see.
“Okay, I just…I want it to be over. I want to be with Rai. Can you at least give me that, asshole?”
I smiled, releasing the blade into her hand.
True to her word, she didn’t attack me. She took my knife and sliced it into her skin. Mimicking the demise of her friend. Her body convulsed, her garbled words, and regret flashed over her face as she struggled in the water.
Smiling wider, I pulled my cock free of my pants, stroking my thickness, reveling in the anguish below me. The fear, the desperation, and the pain…it was so fucking delicious.
“Oh fuck,” I barked. The girl’s movements slowed as my pace increased. “Mmm. Yes, close those eyes, Baby. Let me see the light leave you.”
This was what I needed.
This was the release I craved so fucking much.
I was going to explode.
My orgasm was rising so fast that it made me dizzy. I was shaking, my gasps of pleasure so intense I was falling to my knees in front of the dying whore.
“Oh my fucking god. Yes. Please. I need to fucking come. I can feel it. I can feel myself getting closer. Close your fucking eyes, you whore. Let me soak in your blood. Fucking die for me.”
Kiki whimpered as my come shot onto her face, unable to move, unable to breathe, just floating in the water like a forgotten memory.
Like her.