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I pumped in and out, clutching her thighs. She looked so perfect displayed like that, lips parted in a drugged hallucination, hair messy, eyelids fluttering. I wanted her to wake up, to beg for my mercy, but this was sweeter. Better. She didn’t fight. She couldn’t. She just took what I gave her and trembled for more.

My breathing turned ragged, my hands dug deep into her hips, slamming her down on my cock again, again, again.

I dragged my nails across her ribs, leaving welts. I licked her nipple, then bit down. She whimpered, so soft I almost missed it. My hips didn’t stop moving. The world shrank to her body.

My cock was pulsating inside of her, the heat of her was so fucking perfect, it made me want to cum immediately.

I leaned back onto my knees and pounded into her harshly. I slapped her tit, watched it bounce. I gripped it, hard enough to bruise, then slid my hand up to her throat. I squeezed. Her pulse leapt under my hand, fragile, fluttering.

For a second, I wondered if I could kill her like this. If I could finish inside her at the exact moment her life winked out.

The thought made my cock twitch, furious and wild.

I fucked her, hard, harder, savoring the slap of flesh against flesh, the wetness pooling between her thighs. I watched my cock vanish inside her, stretching her open.

She pulsed around me. Clenched, squeezed. I was dizzy with it. Drunk on the power, on how she couldn’t move, couldn’t run, couldn’t even look at me and beg for mercy.

I couldn’t hold back, not anymore. The electricity rose higher, my balls tightened, and I shot my cum inside of her. I pumped in and out, letting my sperm fill her completely. I wanted her soaked with it.

I wasn’t done playing with her yet. I needed more. I needed to know what made her tick. What it felt like to do whatever I wanted to somebody who couldn’t fight back.

My eyes drifted to the locked door. I knew exactly what I wanted to do. My legs took me to the door. I fumbled with the keys and unlocked the door. It swung open. Darkness gathered in front of me. Shadows danced across the walls. Over in the corner, I found what I was looking for.

Bending down, I picked it up. It was small enough to fit inside her, thick enough to push her. It was one of the older bones. Decayed and stripped of skin.

It would be perfect for her.

I left the room, and shut the ghosts in the room. I didn’t go in there very often. Whenever I did, I felt as if something would grab me from the shadows and drag me down to hell. The faces of all those girls haunted my vision. They whispered to me. Let us out, set us free.

This is what they deserved. To have their bone inside somebody else, somebody who wouldn’t fail, somebody who I loved. I didn’t love any of them. Not really.

I kneeled back over her. She was dried out down there. Her cunt was stained with my cum. I pressed the bone to her slit and pushed. The resistance was exquisite. Her body knew pain, knew me, but it didn’t know this. I wanted to see if she could take it. I wanted to see if she’d fall apart, if the dark would finally shatter her into dust and noise.

The bone slid in. I moved, savoring every inch as I pried her open. Her cunt gripped at it, twitched around it, tried to push it out, but I forced it deeper. I put my hand over her lower belly, feeling the way her muscles tensed, the way her legs tried to move even in sleep.

“Perfect, bluebird,” I whispered, already halfway gone, voice full of madness. “You take whatever I give you. You’re not like the rest. You’re stronger. You’re mine.”

I pumped it harder, making her cunt take every bit of it. I pulled it all the way out and slapped it against her clit, just to see if she’d twitch. Just to see if underneath the dark, there was still a spark left.

I rocked the bone in and out at a slow pace. I could hear the wet noise as the marrow slipped through ruined flesh.

My cock was hard again. Of course it was. The sight of her split open, the smell of her ruined, helpless and drowned in it—it was the only thing that made me feel real anymore. My father was right. Women were for using. For breaking. For making into something yours so nobody else could ever have them.

I wondered if he was proud of me now. Good son. Good son. Good son. My hand was a blur on my cock as I watched the bone vanish and reappear between her legs. The edge was rough, it left more blood behind every time it dragged out, a red-black line painting her thighs. Bluebird, painted in crimson, wrapped around a piece of old carcass. My mind hummed with it.

I fisted my cock harder, matching the rhythm of the bone. It was surreal, it was hypnotizing, it was amazingly pleasurable.

I wished she could be awake to witness this.

She was bleeding a lot now. I should stop, I should, but I couldn’t. A spell of darkness washed over me. There was no going back now. I’m too far gone.

My body shook, and my eyes are unfocused, like a camera that won’t stay fixed on one thing. My eyes blink, and blink, and blink. My hands shook again.

More grunts spilled out of my mouth. The bone was painted red. My legs were shaking beneath me. My bluebird, so good for me, so beautiful.

I leaned up and came on her chest, my cum shooting over where I carved my name. Now she would be branded with me forever.

Once I was finished, I tossed the bone onto the floor. She was covered with cum and blood. Like a painted masterpiece.