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This man was a cold-blooded killer.
This man killed my friends.
This man…
Why can’t I do it? Why can’t I kill him?
“You’re not going to kill me,” he said, wrapping hispalmaround the sharp edge of the knife and gripping it until he bled. He pulled it away from me. “You’re not a monster, like I am, Willow.”
“H-how do you know my name?” I whispered, fear striking me right through my bones.
When he removed his mask, my eyes widened. It wasn’t just anyone running after the entire group of victims, but a man who looked normal, like a regular person I’d see walking down the city streets, a guy who’d flash me a sweet smile.
After pulling the knife completely from my hands, he gripped it by the handle and drew it up the side of my neck. I froze, but my body trembled slightly, the feel of metal against me making me shiver.
“Will you let me out?” I whimpered, tears pouring down my cheeks. “Please, let me out.”
“All their deaths are on your hands. And all their blood…” He drew his tongue up the column of my neck and grinned wickedly against my skin. “...is all over your body now. You’ll never escape, Willow, even next year when I pay a billion dollars to hunt you again.”
When he slid the blade across my neck, I flinched. My heart was racing against my chest, and I sucked in a sharp breath. The blade didn’t enter me, but the thought of it slipping inside my flesh was making me sick to my stomach.
“What-What are you doing? Can you stop? Please, I’ll do anything. What do you want?”
He smirked down at me, his grin evil and menacing. “The only thing I want is you.”
“Me?” I whispered, my voice trembling. The psycho stared down at me with the devil in his black eyes. “But… I… I don’t understand, why are you doing this? Why me? Why did you hunt us? Why didn’t--”
Before I could finish, he dropped the knife and cleaver, grasped my hips, and lifted me into the air. Once he leaped onto the hay barrel, he sat me on top of him so I straddled his waist.
A thin layer of sweat covered his huge, muscular forearms. No wonder why he had the endurance to hunt down hundreds of people and kill them tonight, andstillhave energy for me. He was fucking ripped. And underneath me… his cock was rock hard against my shorts.
I clenched.
I fucking clenched.
And he felt it. He gripped my hips and forced them down onto him. The head of his cock was pressing against my entrance. I tightened again and stared into his eyes with my wavering ones.
“Please, please stop. What are you doing?”
He placed his bloody hands all over me sliding them up my thighs and around my waist, pulling me closer and closer and closer to him. He was a psychopath, a pure evil psychopath. My body was reacting to him naturally, and I couldn’t stop it.
With one hand holding me in place, he grabbed the knife and cut my shorts off my body, leaving me bare to him. He threw the material to the side, then took my hand and wrapped it around the handle of the knife, putting his larger hand over mine.
After forcing me to cut the front of his pants until his cock sprang out of them, I released the knife. He set it to the side, completely trusting me not to pick it back up and stab him over and over. After everything that happened tonight, I should’ve.
I fucking should’ve.
He watched me as he positioned himself at my entrance. I clenched and held back a whimper, staring down at the man who had blood covering so much of his body from the hundreds of people he killed tonight.
When he thrust into me for the first time, I pressed my lips together to suppress a moan. I didn’t want him to know how much I enjoyed this because I shouldn’t be enjoying this. Not at all. This was torture. Pure, agonizing torture.
After what he did to my friends, after what he did to everyone here, after the blood and the mess, I fucking enjoyed this. I was sick.
Once he placed his hands on my shoulders, he pumped into me. His thrusts were agonizingly slow at first until they became quicker and rougher as if he was claiming my insides like they belonged to him.
My pussy tightened around his throbbing cock. I squeezed my eyes closed and tried hard to get myself to come down. I didn’t want to come because of him, but I couldn’t get myself to stop. It felt… it felt… God, it felt good.
I couldn’t stop myself from gripping hard onto his shoulders and riding his cock. He stopped pumping into me, his hands all over my ass, helping me ride him, helping me ride the fucking monster.
