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“The next cut will be across your mouth so you’ll smile while blood is seeping through your teeth.” I thought I would flinch at the coldness I’m exuding and the calculating words, but I am not. She deserves this. I hate that I’m proving her point. My machete is strapped again onto my back, and my arm hangs loose.

Lana reaches for a knife, and I hear the cut of fabric. The knife clatters against the floor and I hear her whimper as her hands reach the floor again.

“What now you sadistic fuck?” Would you look at that? I got a compliment—time to return it. I crouch down behind her, place the rifle beside us, and I get on my knees. Her back is turned to me, and I move her closer to my front. Her soft little whimpers are so quiet they almost went unnoticed. But it didn’t. Lana’s soul is still a mystery to me, but I know her body. There is sweat forming at the nape of her neck, and it’s trickling down onto the superficial wound I gave her. Fuck it, I can’t help myself. I pull her upwards so she is almost sitting on my lap.

My right hand goes around the front of her neck, while the other one grabs her right hand. I move closer to her, and I can feel my own heartbeat thumping against my chest. It’s loud, erratic, and euphoric. A heart attack couldn’t stop what I’m about to do.

With the tip of my tongue, I lick the blood from her wound along with her sweat. One fucking taste of her and I’m slipping back into old habits. The saltiness from her sweat mixed with the metallic taste of her blood makes me feral. My head is going through a thousand different ways on how to kill her, while the rest of my body is begging me to fuck her. Ravage her. Violate her.

I lick the shell of her ear, and she shudders against me. Good, I still have that effect on her.

“Now,” I say, hushed and raspy, “you are going to take that bloody right hand of yours and only push two fingers inside of your cunt. You’ll come apart on all three fingers.” For a second she doesn’t say anything; instead, she does something that even takes me by surprise. She leans into me, but catches herself quickly. This animal thinks she can escape now? I think the fuck not.

“No,” I say while I let go of her throat and grab her hair, keeping her where she should be. “You wanted me; now you are going to get it.”

“Noa, if you don’t fucking let go of me now, I will rip out your heart.” She squirms beneath my embrace, and the veins in her neck are popping like crazy. Her tone tells me that she is not fucking around. She would probably kill me right now if she had the chance. Per her bad luck, she is not in control; I fucking am.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.” I smile while I say that.

“I think you need to brush up on your math again, because you said two fingers but that three will enter me.” She is adorable when she is this delusional. I turn her head towards me so I catch a glimpse of her hateful stare.

“Who said you were going to push in a third?” Before I can see her facial expression, I push her head away from me and start guiding our somewhat linked hands towards her pussy. Lana already has two fingers ready, but so do I. The tip of my finger touches the outside of her pussy, and I nearly combust. Who says logic has to prevail in these troubled times? She pushes her bloody fingers into her cunt, and I push one finger in.

She. Is. Soaking. Wet.

“Oh…” Lana starts, but closes her mouth. Her slip-up is just what I needed. I let go of her hair and put two fingers in her mouth.

“Every time you try to suppress words of fucking worship, I’m going to use all of my strength and break one of your teeth.” I push down onto one tooth, and she winces. Good. The message is clear. “In the meantime, suck on these fingers.”

“My sweet Noa, this is going to cost you everything you hold dear to your heart,” she says to me while she starts sucking on my fingers and pushing her fingers in and out of her sopping cunt.

“I don’t have anything I care about. You need to start pleasuring yourself, little-” I cough as I almost slipped up. “Lana. Otherwise you are going to die.”

“How do I know you are not going to kill me once you are done?” A valid question, one I intend to answer. But not before…

“Oh, my God! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Lana screams. I push my finger deeper inside her and curl it. She is growing wetter by the millisecond, while my dick is getting rock fucking hard.

“You are going to die by my hand, Lana, but not before it’s covered in your cum. Scream for your fucking god now.” I push away her fingers and plunge two more in. Her right hand curls around my head and she grabs hold of my locks. She is trying her hardest to hurt me by tugging on my hair.

“No amount of pain can make me stop giving you an orgasm.” My words make her moan loudly, but I need her to cry. I push deeper and deeper inside her and flick her G-spot a couple times.

“I fucking hate…” She is almost fucking there. “You!”

“Then cum as much as you want to kill me. Because I know what will trigger you, fucking menace.” I remove my fingers from her mouth, lick her neck, and bite her shoulder. That fucking does it.

“Noa! Noa! Noa! You are fucking everything to me!” What the fuck did she just say? I close my eyes and flick her clit one more time. She was such a good fucking girl.

“My. Fucking. Name. Just like that!” And she detonates. Lana gets on her hands and knees again as she is coming. Her cum is soaking my entire fucking hand, and I collapse onto her back while I retrieve my hand from her cunt. I brace myself by planting my hands beside hers. My dick is pressing against her ass, and I wish I could fucking take her.

Matter of fact, why shouldn’t I?

“That was fucking amazing, Noa,” Lana announces proudly as she turns her head and looks at me. I bite my lip and close my eyes, reveling in this euphoric feeling.

“Yeah, it was,” I respond as I lick her blood again. She relaxes once again against my touch.

“You know what else is amazing, my god?” I can only nod against her neck as I am spent.

“This.” Lana kicks me in the right knee and pushes herself upward. Besides her being fucking strong, she also uses the element of surprise. She pushes me off of her, and I sit up straight again, not of my own volition. Her right elbow hits my nose, and I feel a crack; then she turns her hand into a fist and punches my eye. Before I stumble backward, she headbutts me, and I immediately have a slight headache. I thud against the floor, and before I open my eyes, I feel something sharp against my shoulder.