2. - – Rylie Hunter
CHAPTER TWO
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RYLIE HUNTER
“No, no Rylie! Please don't kill me, I have a wife back home.” The whiney bastard cries out.
I smirk as I grab the lighter in my pocket and my cigarette. Watching the man tied to a pole over the fire logs that are waiting for me to light.
I spark up my cigarette and inhale the smoke deeply, before exhaling.
“You cheated on your wife, you abused her and physically beat her to the point she looks unrecognisable.” Taking in another drag, I flick the ash at his face.
“She said she likes it, it's a new kink. Plus, the woman is clumsy from falling down the stairs drunk; she's always had a drinking issue.” Stuart says, with his nose snotting all over my logs. Took me fucking ages to chop at 6 AM, but I digress.
I nod, listening to his bullshit and lies, although I can't help but laugh at his little baby pickle cock and his little acorn balls. How another woman slept with this greasy ass, I'll never know.
This is why I love women so much, especially the bratty cunt ones.
They love to fight, and I love to fucking break them, sobbing for pain and pleasure until it's killing them.
Men, on the other hand, I would rather fuck my holes with a stinging needle than let a man touch me.
Disgusting! Unfortunately, men are the most disgusting creatures on the planet.
What do we do when we see an animal in the wild?
We hunt, kill, and eat them.
It's pretty fucking simple if you ask me.
I'm about halfway down my cigarette, and this Debbie Downer won't stop bitching about dying. Ugh, if only he begged to die. It would make my job easier.
I put my cigarette out inside Stuart's asshole, and you can hear the sizzling of his skin as it burns through.
“YOU FUCKING BI-”.
“Yes, I'm a bitch, but I am also hangry as I haven't had breakfast yet. Be a good little piggy for me and bite this apple. I don’t want you to squeal at the next part.” I grab the apple from the bench. Juicy and red. I laugh as I grab my black pen knife and start slicing the first letter.
“D-E-A-D M-E-N C-A-N-T A-B-U-S-E”
His back weeps out blood, dripping along his body and onto the log of wood. Grating his skin, marking his soul.
A soul that deserves death, A soul that will never again taste freedom.
That's the difference in this world. Knowing who the bad guys really are.
Do I consider myself a good person? Absolutely not.
Do I consider myself a bad guy? Also no.
I'm here for revenge for those people who don't deserve the freedom we have.
As I finish the final word, I grab the canister of acid and throw it over his back. I watch as it soaks into his body and every letter bubbles. Like a kinky AMSR video. Beautiful.
Stuart screams into the apple as the acid burns his skin.
I grab my match, and as I spark it, I whisper to myself.
“We bow, we serve, we die to the lost soul God”.
And just like that, Stuart lights up like a hog roast, magical. The flames roar as they ignite higher. As Stuart is being burnt alive. I get my s'more kit and put my marshmallows by the fire. I don't want man fluid on my marshmallows.
As my marshmallow starts to melt, I see my friend Kenzo walking up from the woods. He's the only male I trust. Only because my dad trusts him. We've been friends for over 5 years.
He's the only man I know who, if I start falling, would be there to catch me. I would be there for him, too.
“I see you are having a little barbecue, at not even 10 AM, and you are having s'mores without me?” Kenzo comes to sit on the ground with me.
He understands why I kill, he understands how it is a form of therapy for me.
like an old granny knitting a cardigan, only mine comes with a lot more mess involved and a criminal record.
I laugh and offer a stick to him, and see if he wants to burn some marshmallows with me. He takes the stick and smiles at me; it's always been oddly comforting.
“Yeah, I was going to call you, but Dad said you were doing a job. I thought you might have wanted to watch Criminal Minds or some shit and play who's the murderer.”
Kenzo puts his marshmallow by the fire and shakes his head.
“Had to kidnap a crazy bitch that your dad favoured to be the next sacrifice at the next full moon. She put up a hell of a fight, started calling me fucking Mister Caveman like it's a kink thing.” I choke on my s'more, “Mister Caveman?” Who is she? Do I need to kill her?”
Kenzo smiles as he takes a bite of the marshmallowy goodness. Smiling and covering his mouth as he finishes his mouthful.
“Nah, I think you'll like her, but you don't want Daddy to find out you are getting close to his new pet.” He continues on, “Apparently, she's a druggy and an alcoholic, uses sex as a form of freedom from the ache of her ex-boyfriend's death. No criminal record and she's clean from any sti's.”
I try to process this as if she's not done anything. Why is my dad so fond of her? She's the most pure soul we've had in a good while. Why this one?
“What happened with the ex-boyfriend? Drug overdose?” Dread fills my stomach for what Kenzo is going to say
He looks with a little guilt in his eyes, which is very rare for Kenzo; he masks his emotions so well. “He died of cancer, Riley. This stays between us, though. I have no idea what your father has planned, but it's best to just get on with it.”
“But-” I try to cut in before Kenzo lifts his finger to tell me no if's or but's. Ugh okay.
“Do you at least have a photo of this person?” I ask, so at least I know who to avoid.
Kenzo searches on his phone and passes his phone to me.
Holy mother of fuck!
I squeeze my legs together because my clit is throbbing for her.
What beauty, what an obsession. My deadly obsession.
I would let her be the death of me and carve my soul into whatever she wanted. Blondie, do you have a name, or do I have to make you scream it as I fuck it out of you? I look at the name on the phone screen, “Corvina Whitmore”.
Corvina Whitmore, you better start hiding from me because if I find you.
I will make you bleed, break you, and make you wish for your fucking death before my father finds you.
Looks like I've found my little overdose, the only drug she will need is my cunt grinding and thrusting along every inch of her.
Using her squirt to hydrate for more rounds until I am fucking satisfied.
Fuck me, I need a coffee before I go and fuck her like an untamed animal.
unless she likes that. I can tame the little bratty overdose into submission.
Before I continue my horny daydream, Kenzo snaps me out of it.
“This is the girl, you cannot breathe near her or even think about her in such ways”. I can feel Kenzo's eyes burning the side of my head, and thinking, “Girl, give me my fucking phone back.”
I hand the phone back, and my pussy aches, my pierced nipples harden against my bra. I hope I put my vibrator on charge, or I'll be pissed.
“Don't you worry about little Miss Druggie, I'm going to be busy painting today in my studio. Linda topped up my fermented period blood jar.” I smile casually as Kenzo slowly puts down the marshmallow he was about to eat.
“Why do you even collect period blood for painting? Why can't you go to an arts and crafts shop like a normal person?” Kenzo looks at me like I'm fucking delulu.
“Because Kenzo, women are art with the way our bodies change, how much pain, grief, and growth we go through as a whole. Have you ever seen a pussy and thought, ‘yes, that's home, she's mine.’” I stand up and grab my bag to get ready to go into the main camp.
Kenzo stands up and grabs his bag as well. “Well, play your cards right, and we can go to the bar tonight. If you want, we can see if we can get you a little distraction for the night.”
I laugh and nod at the idea, “drinks are on you then, as you stole my last marshmallow. You little shit.”
He laughs, “Fine, I'll get a bag for ya.”
And off we go into the forest to the main area. I need more cigarettes, an energy drink, and a cinnamon roll.
Thankfully, my Dad imports the most luxurious foods and helps this place grow into a whole community. Though if he touches my girl, I will fucking kill the bastard.
Walking into the main camp, the smells of pine in the forest mixed with smoke and ember from the fire linger in the air. Hunger pulls at my stomach as I smell the different foods cooking. They smell so good.
Every building is made from wooden logs, like an old-fashioned cabin.
We have coffee places, food halls, and a brothel for those needs.
Then you have Dad's cabin, very hidden away, so no one bothers him.
He has guards outside the cabin at all times.
Sometimes I miss him and miss that bonding time with him; the last time we even had a bonding experience was when killing my mother.
Do I have regrets? No. I regret getting to know the mother I had before my dad manipulated her into the woman he wanted to have; she was made out of clay.
That's why I take my anger out on men when they think women are just holes they want to fuck and chuck, or mentally abuse them. There are times I want to leave this place and not feel angry. I want to be free and forgiven for all the murders I have committed.
If Corvina wanted to survive, she would be safe with me. I would protect her with every fiber; I would gladly burn down this forest to the fucking ground.
Me and Kenzo walk into the shop, and I buy my drinks for the day along with my cigarettes and my cinnamon roll. Kenzo grabs cherry-flavored water and watermelon slices.
Most mornings, we go to mine or his to work out or to do yoga. In the jobs we do, we have to be on form. I do have a little muscle on my arms and just a little more toning, and I have my 6 pack back, but I can't help the cinnamon rolls. I mean, who can?
After the shop, I looked up at Kenzo, “What's the plan for you today, big boy? Gym then wank sessions to get the extra arm gains?”
He laughs, and after taking a sip of his cold cherry water, he says, “nah nah, gym then probably game for a bit, but I have a feeling your dad will want me to keep an eye on the new girl in case she escapes.”
If she escapes without me, I'd break her arms and legs and watch her broken body attempt to crawl for her freedom. If I can't leave, then she can't either.
After me and Kenzo part ways for the day, I walk over to my dad's cabin to see how he is and get some gossip on the new girl.
Not like I have the hots for her or anything, I don't want to accidentally fuck her. Oops, my clit slipped on another cunt, Dad. Easy fucking mistake.
Anyway, as I get to the entrance, I see the two bodyguards, Edward and Leon.
Edward has short blonde messy hair, tall as fuck, with muscles to hide the lack of IQ points that he has.
The only good qualities he has are that he's Irish and good-looking, but he doesn't have a cunt.
Moving on to Leon, the strict shit stain that is a stubborn asshole.
I'm pretty sure he's been with every female in this place, although I never see any women going back for more either.
He has a small dick, or they have common sense.
His brown beard has been trimmed, and he's actually tidied himself up.
They both wear military uniforms, with the dog tags around their neck.
“Good morning, assholes. Do I have to show my tits in order to see my dad, or have you both wanked over your egos so hard you are shooting blanks?” I smirk. I cannot help but take the piss out of them.
Funnily enough, Edward laughs, and then Leon gives him a dirty look, a warning glare.
“He’s actually busy in his office today, so you can fuck off and watch your snuff porn,” Leon growls. He puts on this deep, growly voice that reminds me of my audiobooks. Unfortunately, my pussy dries up like the Sahara desert when I am next to him.
I pout my lips out and cross my arms, trying not to laugh. “N'arw, does the lil vanilla twat actually want to know how a woman orgasms? Missionary position and 2 minutes isn't working out for you, is it?”
I can see I’ve touched a nerve as I see a vein popping out of his forehead.
“Maybe if you weren't a total bitch people might actually like you. Ever thought about being nice? Or does daddy pay people to deal with you like a babysitter?” Leon raises an eyebrow to prove a point.
“I don't mind Riley. I think she's cool.” Edward cuts in before I end up having my next victim. “Your dad should be free by now. Pop in, I think he said he got you a present, but didn’t say much else.”
I politely smile at Edward and give my middle finger to Leon as I walk into the cabin.
Ugh, men are assholes.