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Covered in blood and on the verge of coming, he pinches my clit and thrusts his fingers in and out of my pussy viciously.
"Fuck... yes!"
"Look at you, brat."
"Fucking gorgeous, isn't she?"
"She's fucking perfect... too perfect."
"Nobody's... perfect... Saint."
Blade's intense thrusts make me plant my hands in a pool of Melanie's blood as I hang my head, moaning from the pleasure.
"Not fucking true, sinner." He pulls his fingers out of me, making me crave them desperately the second they're gone.
"No, no, no! Please!" I whimper, turning back to look at him, shaking hard as my pussy clenches around nothing.
"You can come when you slit her throat." He smiles so beautifully as his eyes glimmer under the full moon.
Turning around, I pick the knife back up, putting the bloody edge to Melanie's throat, desperate for an orgasm. In a single swipe, I make a deep gash from one side of her throat to the other, opening a deep wound and watching as dark, red blood pours out.
"That's my good little killer."
"I knew you had it in you, Scar."
"Yeah, it wasn't that hard, was it?"
They all comment, but I ignore them, only concerned about one thing as I turn to Blade with murderous desire heavily clouding my eyes.
"Can I come now? please?"
"Give her what she wants, Blade. She's been a good girl... she deserves it."
"I'm so fucking proud of you, Scarlett. You deserve the fucking world after this," he says, sliding his fingers back into my pussy, pushing me on top of Melanie's dead body to finish me off.
He thrusts them into me hard and fast, pushing on my lower back to keep me planted down. I smile at the guys watching, oblivious to the sin I just committed. But in this moment I couldn't give a fuck.
"I told you, you are my little psycho."
"Yes, yes!!"
"You're one of us now…" Looking into his eyes, I soak his fingers, feeling calmness wash over my entire body as a smirk spreads across my lips.
They just made the biggest mistake of their lives and they don't even fucking know it.
twenty-three
Second Thoughts
December
Scarlett
Even though Halloween is long over, living with these guys makes it feel like it's Halloween all the time. Being stuck in a tomb is creepy enough, never mind all the scattered bones, human flesh, and dried blood all over the concrete, and the array of knives they have displayed everywhere. But I'm used to it now. It doesn't phase me anymore.
Ever since that night they made me kill Melanie, nothing phases me anymore. And she wasn't my only kill either. They've been taking me out more and getting off on watching me work the knife through someone's body, but their favorite is when I swipe it across their throat. My hands are stained with blood, and I don't even cringe about it anymore. It's become a part of me now, much like those little white pills that Nixon forces down my throat—the same ones I have in a pile hidden in a crack in the wall behind the bed I'm still chained to. I have a new year’s resolution, and it doesn't involve being cuffed to this uncomfortable bed for another fucking year, I can tell you that.
"Ah, you're awake." Riley comes in smiling, holding a fresh set of clothes and the key to the cuffs, the guys following right behind him, each onelooking exhausted for some reason, while I'm over here feeling more rested than ever.