ANGEL
"Luckily you didn’t cúm, my initial plan was to cut out his tongue and then fuck your pússy with the same knife," He continued, mania burning in those silver depths.
I recoiled at his cruelty, he didn’t even feel any remorse for killing an innocent person? Not just any person, but my only friend.
"It’s my body, I can have sex with whoever I want. Anyone can make me cúm! You don’t own me to be this jealous!"
My voice rose, my glare hardened as I spewed his dirty words back at him.
He stared at me, and I stared back. Did my response count as a punishment? He should fucking fuck himself until he has no more fucks to fuck me with.
My tone was high-pitched, carried away by the hate I felt towards this monster, "His parents are quite powerful and you murdered their only son, I hope they come after your ass!"
Maybe I said too much. Not maybe, I shouldn’t have said that. At all. Not when it could possibly put Kevin’s parents at risk.
Not when I was completely naked and defenceless. With my back pressed against the cold shower tiles by his rock-hard muscular body, and my breasts flattened by his broad chest.
Not when I could feel the heavy strain of his arousal pulsating through his now wet jeans that clung to his thigh.
His cock was throbbing too hard, like it was angry with me too, like it would burst straight from his pants and punish me against this tiled wall.
"How far did you go with that wimp?" He growled venomously.
"Far enough, Uncle," I lied.
"Don’t test me, you said you were a virgin, did you fucking lie to me?! Tell me you didn’t already fuck that bastard!" He seethed, his eyes narrowing to slits.
I stubbornly kept mute, holding his gaze rebelliously.
"Answer me!"
Everything about him, from the storm-dark fury in his eyes, the harsh, uneven breaths escaping his nostrils, and the angry vein pulsing at his temple told me one thing:
He was holding himself back from killing me. Barely.
The smart answer would have been to break. To beg for even the slightest shred of mercy. To tell him that Kevin meant nothing and I didn’t even get to fuck him, I didn’t even cúm because he had thwarted that.
So, why wasn’t I begging?
I was afraid, no doubt, but along with the fear raced a ferocious mix of rage and grief.
Damien had made my life hell in these hours that I even forgot to mourn my friend, he’d made me so fucking pathetically afraid that I’d almost forgotten about Kevin.
Almost.
The final image of Kevin soaked in his own blood was brutally stuck in my mind now, to think he didn’t even know the reason why he had to die was enough to make my blood sing with vengeance.
I couldn’t hurt Damien, not physically, the only thing I could do was try hard not to break. Again. He’d succeeded in doing that twice, making me a snivelling mess and obeying him.
What else could he do now?
Tie me up and ràpe me?
Maybe starve and humiliate me along with it. But what difference would it make?
If Daddy didn’t come to save me, it was bound to happen anyway, so why should I plead with Damien when he was still going to do whatever he wanted with my body?
Begging would do no good, not when Damien’s eyes were this cruel... this crazed.
In his psychotic mind, he’d already determined ways to hurt me, my answer wouldn’t change anything. But I could at least wipe that smugness from his eyes. If I told him I’d already slept with Kevin, would it ruin his ego badly? I absolutely wanted to find out.
"So what if I did have sex with him? It’s not as if you can unfúck me, can you?" I met his chilling scowl tauntingly.
"You let him put his filthy cock inside you?!" He spat.
"I lied about being a virgin, Kevin already fucked me raw a few times." I smiled, "Why? Are you disappointed he got first place?"
Damien’s eyes were burning so bright... the air around us had heated, contrasting with the cold bite of the shower raining on my skin.
The insanity in his eyes frightened and satisfied me, I felt triumph, like I’d in a way defeated him. .
"You gave him what is mine?!" He snarled. You spread your legs like a whore for him?!" His rage breathed through every word.
I rolled my eyes, "There you go again, I’m not yours. And yes, I’d take Kevin any day over you. I’ll whore myself for any man out there, anyone but you! This is how much I fucking hate you!"
My emotions threatened to consume me. I fucking hated him so much that my chest hurt, my pussy throbbed and my skin heated like live wire.
For a moment, there was simply silence. The sound of the shower. Our heavy breathing.
Something sizzled in his eyes, raw and intense. The hurt crossed his face so fast that I nearly kissed it. But I saw it.
"Are your feelings hurt, Uncle?" A smirk plastered on my lips.
"WHORE!" He growled.
My satisfaction didn’t last for long. Damien moved in a rapid blur, reaching for something behind me.
I whirled around just in time to see him yanking a hose from its mount above the shower head.
He pressed a button on it, and the cold overhead shower stopped running. But the hose in his hand erupted with full blast.
Warm water slapped my face, spreading warmth into my chilled bones. I nearly sighed in pleasure. The hose was way warmer than the overhead shower even though the pressure was too high.
It wasn’t bad.
That was until Damien pressed the button again. The warmth changed to hot, burning my face and neck.
"It’s too hot!" I splattered, shoving blindly at his chest.
Steam was rapidly filling up the bathroom in thick mist.
I met his icy dead gaze. "What the fuck are you doing?! Are you trying to burn me?!"
My scream was met with a twist of the hose, scalding hot water rained on my neck, my chest... my breasts.
Hot stings fired my already bruised nipples. My abdomen.
"It hurts!"
"Cold water won’t wash your filth, I’ll just have to burn away the touch of everyone who touched what is mine!" He said with a sick smile that didn’t reach his eyes. .
"You are insane!" I pushed harder, more violently against his chest. " Turn it off, turn it off, you bastard!"
A powerful hand gripped my neck. I choked.
My back slammed roughly against the wall, and pain exploded a cry from me.
Damien was vicious. He made a brutal fist around my neck, throttling me. Harder. I saw dots, but the hot water grounded me in reality.
Hellfire was targeted at my breasts. Flaming them, the skin rapidly became charred, like he was peeling off my flesh, melting it directly from my bones.
He was cooking me. Alive.