Chapter 6 Nina
This is a vicious nightmare, it has to be because there is no way my pussy is stuffed with the hand of a vicious serial killer and my boyfriend is literally right in front of me with an axe in his back.
What was in those Sour Patch Kids?
Alex’s painful groans quickly bring me back to reality and I can’t stop the moans that fall freely from my lips like spilled ink, splashing over both me and The Angelmaker. I can’t believe he’s really here, in my home with his whole fist nearly inside of me.
“He’s.. awake.” I murmur as beads of sweat begin to trickle down my neck, a burning inferno blazing through my blood stream as I chase my orgasm. I should feel ashamed, disgusted even but I can’t find it in me to feel either of those things.
The Angelmaker is bringing something out of me that’s been buried my whole life. A darkness I was too afraid to make friends with and now he’s here, pulling it straight out of me.
The mountain of a man before me spins to face Alex who is slowly pulling himself up from off of the table, the axe still perfectly lodged into his back.
“Hey! Nice to see you’re awake, I will say your girlfriend’s pussy is just delectable.” He sing-songs.
I should feel ashamed at how he speaks about me but my pussy betrays me and spasms around his fingers, pulling him further inside of me which causes him to turn and face me again, his blue eyes burning brightly behind the plastic Santa mask.
The design is weathered and worn with flecks of dried blood marring the surface.
“So you like how I speak about your tight pussy, do you?”
His rough voice washes over my already heated skin and I quickly shove the shame away before nodding my head and pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, doing everything I can to silence the heady moans I want to expel.
“Don’t be a shy angel, let me hear those sweet sounds. In fact, let pretty boy over here, hear how much his girlfriend gets off on fucking a serial killers hand.”
My bottom lip springs back from between my teeth and I let the heavy groan free and grind on his hand, feeling my orgasm growing bigger and more electric.
My eyes flit between the masked man in front of me and Alex who looks like he’s just witnessed me kicking someone’s cat.
His dull eyes widen with anger like I’ve never seen before, turning his once soft features into something dark and deadly.
Emotions battle inside me and I’m ready to burst into a million pieces. The sounds of The Angelmaker’s praises mixing with Alex’s evil insults spin around the room.
“That’s it angel, you’re so fucking pretty like this.”
“You’re such a fucking whore, Nina!”
It’s all happening too fast and my head begins to spin as my orgasm crashes over me, drowning me from the inside out.
I can’t seem to focus on anything right now.
Not even The Angelmaker slipping his hand from my shorts to slide his glove back on, or Alex clambering to his feet to stride towards me, his fists raised ready to strike.
Before turning away from me, The Angelmaker drops his covered mouth to my ear. “Cole. My name is Cole, and that’s the only name that will be leaving your lips tonight, angel.”
Cole.. I spin his name around in my mind, fascinated with the way it rolls off my tongue so perfectly. Why did he tell me his name? It’d be so easy for me to slip away, I’ve seen the ink on his veiny hands, I know his name and what mask he wears but why can’t I make my feet move.
Maybe I don’t want to.
Maybe this is the person I’ve always meant to be, and all it took was the right person to bring it out of me. An infamous serial killer no less.
The noise of the axe being ripped from Alex’s back violently throws me back into the present, blood splashes across the floor and couch, covering both Cole and Alex in a thick crimson liquid.
It’s absolute carnage and I can’t stop the heat in my gaze as I watch Cole shove his hand into Alex’s back, fisting his spine in his deathly grip.
Alex’s mouth begins to fill with blood, then it proceeds to seep through his teeth like a thick tar.
The scene alone should have me running for the hills but my pussy begs to differ.
I’m so entranced by the way Cole tightens his grip on Alex’s spine, crushing the cord inside before using his opposite hand to slip the plastic mask off of his face.
Holy shit.
“Like what you see, angel?” Cole taunts and I take small steps towards the massacre that’s unfolding before me, my toes seeping into the spilled blood, and I nod, pulling my lip between my teeth.
Cole is like something I’ve never seen before.
His dark ocean eyes pull me in and I watch in a lust filled haze as he runs his pierced tongue across his pearly white teeth, then he drops his head to the side of Alex’s face, never breaking eye contact with me and runs his tongue up his sweaty skin before taking the flesh of his ear in between his perfect teeth and yanking it free from the side of his head.
Screams that can probably be heard from the deep depths of hell break free from Alex’s mouth as Cole tears at the soft flesh of his ear.
Blood sprays like a burst pipe, coating Alex’s neck and Cole’s mouth in a bright red layer which somehow makes him even more fucking attractive.
His burning gaze still remains locked with mine and I watch with pure intent as he runs his index finger across his bottom lip before swirling his tongue around the blood soaked digit.
“What’s the matter, angel? You look like you’ve seen a murderer.”
I go to speak but Alex quickly cuts me off.
“You’re fucking sick, the both of you! I hope this fucker rips your insides out Nina!
” His threat digs deep into that darkest part of me and immediately I see red, a vicious cloud washing over my vision.
My body moves on autopilot as I yank Alex out of Cole’s grip, causing him to snap his spinal cord, making Alex scream in agonising pain.
Serves him fucking right.
I’m done with being treated like a door mat.
A quick fuck when he’s done with his other whores.
I’ll end this man’s life tonight on this festive evening, and I’ll relish in the blood that spills from him.
Cole’s eyes burn with heated arousal as he watches me throw Alex back onto the coffee table, the wooden legs creak and wobble under the weight but remain standing and I make quick work of wrapping my hand around his limp cock, guiding the blood to the tip.
He begins to harden beneath my hands and I lean over his battered body, my lips inches from his face.
“What you fail to realise, pretty boy.” I notice Cole’s deadly smirk at the use of his nickname for Alex. “Is that I’ll be the one to rip your insides out whilst I get off one last time on your dying cock. And you’re gonna’ watch as The Angelmaker fucks me in the ass, just for a laugh.”
Shock and disgust spreads across Alex’s face and I hear Cole groan at the side of me, his hand reaching for my face to bring my gaze to his. Ocean eyes burn into my soul before a sinister grin plasters across his face and I swear I can feel how proud he is of me.
“You’re such a greedy girl, angel. Give this fucker hell whilst I give you heaven.
” He runs his blood soaked thumb across my bottom lip and the taste of copper blooms across my tongue like a fine wine, then he brings his wicked face to mine and plants a punishing kiss to my lips.
Our tongues fight for dominance, with every swirl and swipe, his tongue piercing brushes against my lips and I moan into his mouth, already desperate to feel it in other places.
And just like he can hear my thoughts, he breaks the kiss and whispers into my ear.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be sure to put this piercing to good use. ”
My eyes roll to the back of my head in intoxication, a drug that’ll I’ll never be able to buy with cold hard cash, that’s what Cole is, a high that I want to chase forever.
He places another brutal kiss on my lips before striding to the back of me and sliding my shorts down over my ass, letting them pool on the floor, then I feel his hot mouth graze against the back of my thighs, leaving a delicious burn across my skin.
I moan heavily and continue to stroke Alex’s cock, feeling it getting harder.
“What.. what the fuck are you doing to me?!” He snaps like a vicious dog and I squeeze his cock tightly.
He might not be able to feel anything but I still relish the thought of hurting him, just like he hurt me.
“I’m taking what you took from me, and then I’m going to rearrange your insides.
” I say through gritted teeth whilst Cole guides me over Alex’s limp body, my thighs straddle his waist and the tip of his cock brushes against my opening that’s desperate to be filled.
“You ready for this dying cock, angel?” Cole murmurs into my ear and I nod my head, allowing him to guide me down onto Alex’s cock.
He doesn’t fill me fully but it’s enough to have me grinding backwards and forwards, chasing my own high.
I throw my hair over one shoulder and look at the back of me to watch Cole slide the leather gloves off his fingers before placing his warm hands back on my hips where his fingers grip into the soft flesh.
The feeling of his hands on my body as he moves me up and down sends my head swimming, along with the flickering lights from the Christmas tree in the corner, I’m sent into glittering world of ecstasy, a feeling of total euphoria that I don’t even notice Cole slip away for a moment until I feel a coldness probing my asshole.
“Uh.. fuck, what is that?” I moan into the open air and I clock Cole bringing a glass ornament in the shape of a Christmas tree into my hazy vision.
“You’re gonna be a good girl and let me fuck your ass with this, and then my cock is going in there.
” The thought of having that ornament inside my ass sends an electric current flying across my skin and I shudder, feeling the fine hairs across my arms stand on end.
Cole kneels down and runs his hand through the pool of blood that’s gathered on the table from Alex and spreads it over the tip of the ornament, coating it evenly before bringing it back over to my back hole.
He nudges the tip inside first and I back my ass onto it whilst keeping Alex’s cock inside of my pussy.
“You good over there, pretty boy?” Cole teases but Alex remains silent, his eyes now vacant as he stares up at the ceiling. “I.. I think he’s dead.” I say through heavy breaths, and that’s when realisation hits me. I’m fucking my dead boyfriend, and I can’t even bring myself to care.
Cole chuckles and continues to push the ornament further inside of me, stretching me so deliciously. “Shame, cause this is a fucking sight to see baby.” I beam under Cole’s praise and continue to slide onto the ornament, feeling it becoming wider with every inch I take.
“Cole.. it’s too much! It won’t fit.” I cry out as a burning sensation takes over my senses but Cole quickly soothes my worries by grabbing a hold of my chin and turning my face towards him, his lips meeting mine in a slow kiss.
The barbell through his tongue glides over my tongue with ease and I instantly relax, allowing him to push the ornament all the way inside until just the flat base is left out.
Holy fuck. I’ve never felt so full in all my life. Every move I make I can feel it rubbing inside of me, the thin skin that separates my ass and pussy threatens to tear apart as both the ornament and Alex’s cock slide together.
“Oh God.” I moan heavily against Cole’s lips and he grins against my mouth before pulling away to twist the ornament in agonising circles. “I’m gonna come!”
“That’s it angel. You’re so fucking pretty like this. I can’t wait to fill you full of my cum.”
Fire burns through my system. Electricity sends shockwaves throughout my veins and I come so fucking hard that my arms threaten to give way, and before I can even slump down onto Alex’s corpse, Cole catches me and gently prys the ornament from out of my ass before slipping his own cock inside and fuck me, it’s better than anything I’ve ever felt.
His rough hands grip my hips and he guides me up and down his thick length.
“Fuck me, you’re gonna kill me off angel.
” He groans with every thrust and I take every inch he’s giving me.
“Such.. a good.. fucking.. girl.” Cole’s deep tone is like stardust across my skin and sweet music in my ears with every praise he lays on me and I can feel myself ready to burst all over again.
But there’s one more thing I need to do.