ANGEL
Was I hallucinating? When I blinked again, the shadow was closer now. Tall, dominating, terrifying.
"Kevin!" I cried out, twisting away from him. My whole body was trembling now. Cold skittering sweats broke out on my skin, making my flesh itch. Even in the dim lights. One thing was visible.
Grey eyes.
Sharp. Burning. Intense.
The shadow’s hand was raised. A weapon. A vase.
"Kevin stop!" I screamed, attempting to crawl away.
"It’s okay baby, just let it come," His teeth grazed my clitoris, he nibbled slightly, electricity shot through me. All the nerve endings that were struggling to feel before were suddenly roaring alive and pumping blood through my body. I was panting heavily now.
Kevin’s tongue goes wild and I squirm against him. "KEVIN, NOOO!"
Then it happened.
CRASH!
"Kevin!" The horrified cry broke from my mouth. Vase splintered against Kevin’s head, a low menacing growl vibrated the room. Kevin screamed in agony, shock and fiery pain etched on his face.
He was clutching the back of his head. His palm was covered with thick blood that look black under the dim lights. The pain probably made his reaction slow, he’d barely managed to turn when the male figure fisted the back of his neck, yanking Kevin roughly from the bed and shoving him to the ground.
"W-what are you doing?!" Horror scraped my throat, but those icy eyes were not focused on me.
What was Damien doing here? I scrambled from the bed, still naked. The panic made me unable to even reach for the sheets. I staggered towards Damien’s towering form, my eyes bright with a mix of both fury and fear, he had no right to do this.
"What the fúck!!!" My palm cracked across his face as hard as I could. Damien didn’t react in pain, but he definitely had other responses. Thick fingers circled my neck, cutting my air supply short.
His eyes were deranged, wild, and completely out of it.
His chest was heaving like he was holding himself back from actually killing me, then he flung me to the side.
Carelessly.
Like an unwanted rag doll.
Pain. Shock. Disbelief. These emotions were struggling to dominate as my body crashed against the hardwood carelessly. My ankle stung now. An enraged cry wrenched from my lips.
Kevin was staggering to his feet now, still clutching his head, his blonde hair was now matted with blood "What the fuck! Who the fuck are you?!"
Damien wasn’t staring at him. His attention was focused on me, our heated stares held, glare for glare, hatred to hatred.
The veins in his neck stood out like cables, his jaw clenched so tight I heard his teeth grind. "Tell me you didn’t come!" His voice was a razor dragged over gravel, something resembling disgust formed a thundercloud in his eyes.
"Who the fúck are you?" Kevin swung a punch which Damien easily avoided.
He seized Kevin’s collar, slamming him against the wall again, delivering a punch that sent him back to the ground.
"Did she cum?!" He growled, his voice dripping with every terrible thing I could make.
My voice locked up in my throat. "Did you make her cúm!" His booted leg slammed heavily on Kevin’s face. Bones crunched, and blood spurted from Kevin’s nostrils. The key to my voice latched open as I crawled towards them. This lunatic was going to kill Kevin!
"Stop it, Damien!" I screamed, grabbing his ankle, trying to yank it away from Kevin’s neck where he applied full pressure.
Damien didn’t release the strength from his booted leg, Kevin’s arms and feet were flailing uselessly, a small pool of blood already beginning to form beneath his head.
I stared at Damien, it was clear he only wanted an answer.
"No, I d-didn’t! I didn’t cúm, fúcking hear that?! Now let go you fucking bastard!" I screamed at the top of my voice. Damien’s lips curved into a sneer, his eyes were like a whip, bruising my naked body.
"Touch yourself and show me!" He spat roughly. "If I find you wet, he fucking dies!"
What?
I stared at him dumbly, unsure if I understood those words.
"Don’t test me, little girl. You have three seconds to obey before I break this pussy’s neck."
His threat nauseated me and a sob caught in my throat.
Where were Daddy’s men?!
Damien had gone crazy.
"Three."
The bàstard was actually counting.
"Two."
No! No! No!
"You wouldn’t dare!" I screamed, tears of both anger and humiliation springing down my face. His eyes were cruel. He would dare. His next words proved me right.
"One. Times up, princess." He raised his leg, murder flashing in his eyes, Kevin’s eyes were also wide with terror, his lips which were wet from my juices were now trembling in terror.
"N-N-No! Look at it!" I was stammering before I could stop myself.
My fingers trembled as I reached between my legs, spreading my wetness over my clit—there was no real slipperiness, just the cold slick of Kevin’s spit and my own reluctant arousal.
Damien watched, his nostrils flaring. "You got fùcking wet after all, what a slut you are!"
Then it happened. So fast that my eyes, my brain couldn’t catch up. Killer intent sparked in Damien’s eyes. His boot lifted high.
"Noooooooo!"
It descended brutally against Kevin’s neck. Again. And again.
CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.
I screamed. And screamed. And screamed. My throat felt torn up. My lungs were raw, I was gasping, the oxygen in my blood wasn’t enough. Kevin’s neck was bent awkwardly, bruised and limp. He wasn’t moving. His chest wasn’t rising, at all.
I lunged for him. My fingers slapping across his face desperately, "Kevin, Kevin, KEVIN!!! No!"
Cold claw-like hands gripped my hair, hard, violent, painful. I was forced to my feet, Damien’s arms were below my breasts, firm against my frantic screams and struggles.
"Say goodbye to the world Princess," His hot breath scorched my ears.
Next thing I felt was a sharp pricking sensation which radiated into my neck, spreading numbness.
My limbs weakened, my eyes forcefully rolled inward. My brain shut down.
Then, the world turned black.