Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 24966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“I’m going to cut you up, Brandon,” I said conversationally. “And as much as I’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks, I’m now unsure of how I want to make you hurt.”
My brutality and savagery couldn’t be matched, and killing him so quickly by merely choking him to death just wouldn’t do. That would never be enough to feed the beast, so I loosened my grip a tiny bit so I could make this last longer.
His gasps were weak but pained, his fear tangible in the air. I closed my eyes and just let my other senses take over.
I listened to him struggle to breathe.
The scent of his horror and fear poured off of him.
The feel of his pulse started to beat slower under my vise-like grip.
I opened my eyes and looked into his face, tears streaming down his cheeks, sweat coating his forehead. I couldn't wait any longer.
With precision, I brought the tip to his cheek and dragged it down, opening his skin. He couldn't cry out with my hand still around his throat, so all he did was whimper. I groaned as I pushed the blade in even deeper. The coppery scent of his blood filled my nose, and another groan left me.
This is who I am. This is what I need.
I kept dragging the blade down, and when I got to his neck, I let go of his throat and immediately sliced open his jugular. Spurts of blood sprayed out from the gaping wound, but I wasn’t done.
Taking hold of his hand, I started sawing at his wrist. His gurgled moan was music to my motherfucking ears, and he slapped at me with his free hand. But he was too weak, and I was too fucking strong for him to push me off.
I placed my other hand over his mouth, muffling the sound, although I’d love to hear him scream. It would’ve no doubt gotten me off.
I kept sawing until I got to the bone. He was so weak at this point that he didn’t struggle much anymore. The blood loss was substantial, pouring out of his neck and wrist. Spurts had covered my face and neck, but my clothing was black, dark enough to hide the evidence of my kill.
He was weeping, and I laughed, letting the pleasure coursed through me. This was what I needed. This violence, the fact that I inflicted pain and in the end… took a life.
I stepped back and stared at my handiwork as he sank to the ground. The knife wasn’t sharp enough to get through the bone, but I cut through skin and muscle and tendons, and that piece of him hung awkwardly to the side.
“That’s the hand you used to hit the women in your life, no?” I didn’t expect him to answer. I was just taunting him for my benefit.
He’d be dead in the next few breaths, and I got down on my haunches and brought my face close to his.
When his eyes closed and his wet, gurgled breathing lessened, I reached out and pulled his eyelids up, forcing him to look at me. I needed to see the last flicker of life extinguish from this disgusting vessel he called a body.
His death was slow, and I knew it was pretty fucking painful.
I loved it. God, I felt good.
A slow smile covered my face as adrenaline and endorphins pulsed through me even faster. I still held his knife and wiped the blood from the blade on his jacket. I pulled it back and held it up, letting the light glint off the metal.
I was keeping this as a trophy. It was a little reminder of this special time we’d shared together.
When he took one last, struggling breath, my eyes focused back on his, and I knew he was done. I saw the exact moment his wretched soul left his body. His eyelids slid to half-mast when I let go of them and stood. I stared down at him for long seconds, letting that last rush of adrenaline course through my system. I reached down and adjusted my hard cock, flipping it up and tucking it behind my waistband so my pants weren’t tented.
With one last look at the corpse, I put his knife in my pocket, grabbed the rag I brought with me out of my pocket, and wiped my face and neck clean.
And then I went to the little diner I’d seen down the street, needing to relieve my hard cock but first wanting to eat and satiate a different kind of hunger.
2
ROMAN
The air outside was sharp, like the blade I just used to kill Brandon. My dick still throbbed. It would stay that way for hours to come until I jerked off and relieved myself.
The rush of the kill still hummed through me, like I’d grabbed a live wire and let the electricity course through my veins.