Page 79 of Twisted Heathens

“P-please… Eli. More,” she begs.

Her legs wrap around my waist to pull me closer, my strokes deepening. Perfect tits bounce as I tug her wrists high, exposing more vulnerable skin for me to scar. I burn her a third time, enthralled by the bloody wounds that mark my path across her skin. She hisses in pain and moves her hips, stealing more twisted pleasure from me.

I drop the cigarette into the beaker of water by her bed after a few more goes. Hurting her has only wound me up more. I want to do it again. I want to cut her. Make her bleed. Make her cry.

We’re both completely fucked up, that’s how I know she’d take it.

Brooklyn grabs my hair with her restrained hands, manoeuvring my body until she’s on top, straddling my cock like the fucking queen she is. I grab her hips as she begins to move, riding me hard and pulling my curls tight enough to sting.

“You drive me insane,” she groans.

We fuck frantically in the dark, surrounded by the patter of heavy rain and the odd flash of lightning. Just as I’m ready to spill my load a second time, I grab her by the throat. I own her right now. Her breath, her mind, her pussy. It’s all mine. My fucking property.

Mine to destroy as I please.

Pulling her face close as my grip tightens, her eyes grow wide. I squeeze, my thumb teasing her pulse point while she struggles for breath. The seconds crawl by as she slams her body down onto mine.

I don’t let her breathe again until everything shatters into spectacular pieces. She slumps on top of me, sucking in deep lungfuls, our sweat mingling. Warmth seeps across my crotch as she eventually climbs off.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got an implant. We’re good.”

I hate the rapidly forming distance between us. I want to invade Brooklyn’s every cell and possess her, until her whole world revolves around me alone. Thoughts of restraining her fully and playing with my knife tickle my mind, or fucking her senseless in a blood-slick mess while she screams my name. It makes my dick twitch already in excitement.

“Still got nothing to say to me?” Brooklyn smirks.

Pulling her back to me, I wrap my arms around her sticky body. I can hear her roaring heartbeat as she burrows into my side, fitting perfectly against my body like we were made for each other.

“Maybe we don’t need to talk,” she adds, leg rubbing mine. “That was good enough for me.” Settling into a comfortable position, she lets out a satisfied sigh.

I don’t intend to stay.

Nights are the worst, when the dreams of being beaten with a Bible and fire consuming my body sneak in. That’s when I can’t keep quiet any longer, the screams break free whether I like it or not. But as Brooklyn’s breathing evens out and her soft hairs tickle my chest, my eyes grow heavy. For the first time since I got my scars, I’m not afraid of someone seeing them.

Twenty-Seven

Brooklyn

Blasphemy by Bring Me The Horizon

I stare at the selection of dreary breakfast foods. Fruit, cereal and toast. None of which look remotely appealing. Even the coffee is fucking decaf. Like caffeine is going to make us any crazier. A plate of eggs drops onto my tray, startling me.

“Stare all you want, it ain’t gonna get any better,” Phoenix smarts.

He adds some more food to my plate and grabs my hand, hauling me onwards. I let him pull me along, with no energy to protest. The first couple of days after my shot are the worst, I feel so fucking numb that even his aggressive need to feed me doesn’t matter.

Scanning both our IDs to log the meal, he steers me through the cafeteria and I savour the warm hand wrapped around my bicep. We take our seats at the usual table, deserted apart from Kade, who sits with his nose in a scarily thick textbook.

Phoenix shuffles close to me on the bench, pressing his lips to my ear. “Nice hickey you’ve got there, firecracker. Any more beneath that cute sweater of yours?”

I flush with embarrassment. “Is it any of your business?”

“It could be,” he murmurs, his gaze full of heat. “Think I’ve earned myself some time alone with you, don’t ya think?”

Snorting, I push the food around my plate. “Since when?”

Phoenix leans back, rolling his eyes. “That’s how you want to play, huh?” His hand lands on my leg beneath the table, giving it a tight squeeze. “I know what you were up to last night with Eli. Must say that I’m a little disappointed at my lack of invite. Come find me tonight.”

“Is that an order or an invitation?” I hum.