"You can keep the other eye. I want you to see the rest of the night out.”
Motioning my fingers to Saskia for my clippers, I shave his head, he's less resistant now because of the blood loss. I cut him from his boxers. At this point he's barely responsive. I hold him up in front of the mirror that Saskia has waiting for me. I slap him awake so he can look at himself. He cries. He tries to speak but without teeth his words are incoherent.
I continue to taunt him digging the pliers into his skin, slicing the scalpel along his taunt flesh while he thrashes and screams, blood spurting from his body as his pulse quickens and his heart rate races. Wiping my hands over the crisp denim of my jeans, I step back to admire my handy work. I pull a smoke from my back pocket, place it to my lips and flick the zippo along my jeans lighting the tip in a blood orange hue I sucked in deep. As the nicotine swirls into my lungs the burning feeds my senses sending my body into an erotic frenzy of blood, death and pain.
Saskia steps into Brian, her long-painted nails the same bright color as his blood, her hands fondle him as he sucks in deep through a toothless mouth, shivering in pain but his eyes screaming in lust. Our very own woman of darkness, the queen of death and sadistic pleasure, she gets off on deriving pleasure from pain inflicted on humans.
As she spreads her legs, her hands on his hips, her perfectly painted lips make their way up his body from his belly button to the nape of his neck licking the blood. Her teeth sink into his flesh, the sound of his skin popping causes her body to quiver and a moan to pulse from her tiny sexy body. This shit gets me harder than I want it to. It’s sick but it’s oh so fucking sexy. She continues to bite small holes, with her teeth, into his neck. Moving to his mouth to stifle his screams, her hands find his hardened cock. Its laughable that mixed inside all the pain we have inflicted he is still as hard as a teen in junior high. Her painted fingers now covered in his blood, pump his cock as she kisses him deep, dirty and lustful. Its damaging, its distasteful, it’s something that even the sickest fiend would get off on. Her eyes meet mine as I walk around his body.
Untying him from the post, his body falls back against mine as I hold him in place lowering him down onto the cold, bloodstained marble floor. Saskia’s eyes are on fire with bloodlust. She hikes up her skirt. Her shaven pussy is wet for a climax only death can give.Wicked Gamesfrom The Weekend starts to play, and Saskia licks her lips, slips two fingers inside her wet cunt as she begins to sing the song. Her sweet Russian voice wraps around us, sending us to a place that isn’t here… that isn’t tainted with death nor is it smelling of metallic blood. Her eyes meet mine as she pulls her fingers out and as much as I know I shouldn’t, I can’t help myself as I lean over Brian and lick her sweet taste from her. My cock is begging to be released, to be sucked and fucked the only way this dirty Russian bitch can. She makes all the bad mistakes worth it. She’s like a sexy little ghost who’s there when you don’t need her and quiet when you need her to be loud. She’s there to save you and fuck you back to this side of hell, not step into you with her painted red lips and pull you down the fiery steps with her.
“Do you wanna play Brian?” Her seductive voice dripping with a heavy accent drops over him as she unbuttons her blouse. Her perky tits pop into both of our lines of vison. Brian moans through the blood pooling inside his mouth, his whole body dripping with it. He looks like a painted canvas of blood splatter. I slap him hard around the head, making blood spit from his face staining the walls. My body reacts just the way I like when I see the blood splayed over white. There is something poetic in the way blood splatters, drips and drops. It’s like dew dripping from a grass reed, rain running down a windowpane. It’s art, calming, satisfying to a cold soul lost to the wind of the world’s cruel touch.
“You like this, don’t you, Brian? You like the games.” I watch him as Saskia twists a nipple between her fingers sending goosebumps over my heated skin. “You like the way little girls run and scream, don’t you, Brian? That shit makes you hard.” I seethe down to him watching the way sweat beads over his brow. The way his breathing catches in his chest he’s getting off on this show and on the past memories running through his mind… the images of all the girls who he has ruined. Saskia leans in over his body, dangling her perky tits in his face, then cupping her large tits and rubbing her nipples till her body ripples with a sexual moan.
“You want her tits in your face, Brian? You like that, wanna little taste of her sweet Russian skin?” My face lowers to his, my eyes peering into his dilated ones. Saskia begins to dance in front of us. We watch her as she’s fucking intoxicating the way she embodies the music. The setting is so unnerving yet fucking insanely hot. Makes your head spin like a line of the best coke.
I watch Brian watch her as she gently pulls her fingers from her hair over her breasts down her taunt stomach to her wet cunt. His eyes roll back, so I slap him awake as his body groans. Blood is now congealing all over him. “P-p-p-please take me.” He begs. “Please.” Again, his mouth is all blood and no teeth. The queen of death smirks down on him her eyes burning with wicked games. She steps closer, her scent overwhelming as she lowers herself down over his worthless carcass. I know what she wants. I know what he wants, and I am all but ready to play. I should not be as images of little bird, my beautiful Jade, flood my mind. But this is who I am, a fucked-up human with a cold heart and no fucking soul. Yet. she makes me feel better than this one-minute high could ever make me feel. I feel different when I’m around her. I feel like maybe I am something worth being around and not just an ex-junkie who is drunk on bloodlust and killing.
I watch him watch me as I cup one of her breasts in my hand pulling it towards us both, so close to his mouth that he is mere inches from tasting what his body is begging for. My tongue flicks out over her nipple, making him growl in animal-like desire, then my mouth begins to suck her nipple and my hand caresses her tits. Her fingers move to her wet cunt letting me smell her stimulation as I feast on her tits. She allows her body to feel what she wishes; that she could always have me.
My fist reaching for his hard cock pumping it inside my calloused hands. Her eyes never leaving mine as I pump Brian’s cock. His body writhes in pleasure, getting off on the sick, yet erotic, show that is dancing with the devil and the queen.
“I wish you could love me,” Saskia says, her voice so quiet that if I didn’t see her mouth move, I would wonder if I even heard it. Her eyes flash with a broken look, that I know is caused from me, as she begins her decent over Brian’s legs. Moving closer, I feel the hot spurt of his precum on my skin. The salty smell of it mixing with blood and Saskia’s sexy as sin smell that renders any man dead or alive to their knees. “I wish you could fuck me like you used to.” She purrs out as she licks her lips grinding her hips over his pushing her fingers deeper inside her dripping hot cunt.
“Fuck, Saskia, this is playing with fire.” I breathe out, my fingers clenching tighter around Brian’s cock - pumping it faster and faster as precum leaks from my cock, my own body responding to the sick pleasure.
“You want this?” she questions me, lowering herself down over his cock as she pulls her fingers from her wet folds. I can feel her wetness, the warmth of her juices making my dead soul hot begging for a release.
Brian’s head falls back, his eyes close, as pleasure takes over his pain and he falls into the abyss - the spell of Saskia our very own Russian tutoress.
Her body moves up and down over his cock my hand staying in place, never leaving, the friction just enough for me to really get off on. My other hand reaches for her throat, wrapping my hands around her neck, taking the air from her body in a way that feeds my demon and sets her soul on fire. My thumb releases from his cock so I can rub the tip of her clit, but my fingers stay locked around his shaft her pants become ragged as her hands move over her body.
“Give into it, baby.” I breathe out to her. She slowly flutters her long black lashes open. “Look at me. Only me,” I mouth to her again, as I pull myself further up on my knees reaching for my scalpel from my back pocket. Her screams of pleasure sound out as her hips twist, rock and roll over his cock. She grinds down hard over his cock and my hand, my thumb rubbing hard core taking her to a whole other level. My mouth crashes to her breast, biting till her flesh pops and hot blood drips over the taste buds of my tongue. She coils back in pleasure as her orgasm takes her on a climax that is soul consuming. Pulling back, her eyes lock on mine. “This is the only way you can have what your heart bleeds for.” I mouth to her and that's when I slit his throat. My eyes leave hers as hers flutter down and together we watch as the blood - that thick, dark red flood - flows down the front of him all over our Russian beauty's thighs and my hands. Dropping my scalpel, I unzip my jeans to free my hard cock. Her eyes pull away from the hypnotizing flow of blood to watch me as she still rides his cock, still hard and hungry inside her even in death. I pump my cock till my orgasm reaches its climax and spurt my hot cum all over her hardened nipples. An animalistic cry leaves my body as another orgasm ripples through her sexy as sin body.
Standing, I wipe the cum from my knob and tuck my cock back in my jeans, I lean down and kiss her forehead. “Thanks for playtime, baby.” Her eyes are hooded with pleasure.
“Always,” she murmurs as I walk from the room and building needing the cold chill from the night to bring me back down to this world and out of the world we make inside the room of death and dark play.
Chapter Nineteen
Jade
He's still waiting. I know that. I can see it, feel it. I can sense it
It's coming. He's coming. It's going to be just a matter of time before he comes to rip me from this life. But little does he know this time I'm stronger. I'm ready. I'm waiting.
A knocking wakes me up. Well actually it's more of a banging so loud that it feels like it's inside my god damn skull bouncing off my brain, bruising the soft tissue.
Stumbling to my feet, I realize I'm not in bed. No, I'm still in the chair perched at the window. The bottle of whiskey falls and smashes on the wooden French oak flooring, now littered in shards of Jameson glass. No Jameson left, that would explain the fucking banging inside my skull.
“Jade!” I hear the loud shriek of my name. “Jade! I know you’re in there!” I hear her scream out again. “Jade, open this fucking door before I kick it down!” Again, with the yelling, my feet move like they are embedded in cement as I make my way to my door. “Jade, like now. I know you’re there. I watched you sleeping in that fucking chair pressed up hard by the window. Talk about fucking creepy.” Timberly’s sweet voice is edged with a harsh, deafening tone.
I open the door, that isn’t locked by the way. I told you I’m ready. I’m waiting.
“Door wasn’t locked. You could have let yourself in and enough of the fucking yelling,” I scold her. Turning and stumbling back up the steps my mouths tastes like the backside of a subway rail and my head pounds like a herd of baby elephants are having a dance party. I fall back down, this time on my sofa and pull a fluffy warm cozy throw over me and will the world to stop spinning.
“Jade, it reeks in here. What the hell?” Tim’s voice is brutal.
