Zack
She’s beautiful.
I mean I already knew that, but seeing Chloe drenched in blood is really doing something for me.
Tonight was never supposed to be fun. I loaded up on pills before I started the drive so I could feel something that wasn’t the usual never-ending numbness of my existence. But this girl, all dressed in innocence and bathed in sin, is making me feeleverything.
I focus on the good sensations. The pulse of my heart as it pumps my cock full of blood. The scent of death in the air. That’s what life truly smells like.The inevitable end.
I’m glad I took another pill before I left Chloe alone with the guy because she’s fucking glowing. A bright red beacon guiding me, telling me that this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
Her face is completely covered in red, and any white that was on her outfit is now dyed in it as well.
“Look at you,” I say as I toss the man aside. “On your knees and soaked in blood. You’re an offering that the devil himself would be happy to receive.”
She wipes at her face and gags, spitting blood onto the ground. “Get the fuck away from me!”
“You know, every time you swear in that outfit it only turns me on more. You’re not really a nun, are you?” I cock my head as I squat down to examine her.
“Eat shit!” She spits in my face, and I close my eyes, taking a moment to feel her saliva warming my skin, soaking through to my bloodstream.
The loud rustling of leaves as she flees from me scratches at my brain like tiny branches. It’s quite nice, but I can’t enjoy it for too long. Not if I want a taste of her.
Catch her.
Wreck her.
She’s running from me, but I’m not mad at all. For the first time in so long I’m excited. I’m high as a fucking kite, my cock is rock hard, and life is fucking good for once.
So good that I’ve forgotten why the fuck I came here in the first place. Seems she’s all that occupies my mind now.
“This is your only chance to escape me, little sinner. Run as fast as you can because when I catch you, you’re mine until sunrise, and I’m going to spend the night doing whatever unholy things I want to you!”
Chloe doesn’t scream, doesn’t make a sound. It’s only the woods giving her away. The leaves whisper to me where she’s heading. Branches snap at me to hurry after her.
“Run, run, run as fast as you can. You can’t catch me, I’m a little slutty nun!” I laugh so hard that the trees join me in my elation and laugh back. Chloe doesn’t though. “Oh, come on. I know it doesn’t quite fit the rhyme, but it was still funny.”
No answer, again.
“Once I have you, there’s not a chance in hell you’ll be able to stay silent.”
Sprinting after her, I quickly catch up. She keeps tripping on her skirt and has to gather it up so she can try and get away from me. That small glimpse of her skin makes my mouth water.
“Let me help you with that.” I tackle her to the ground and flip her onto her back. As she kicks her feet at me, I gather her legs under one arm. “I’m gonna cut up this pretty skin if you keep wriggling like that.”
“Fuck you!”
“You swear like a damn sailor, not a woman of God,” I grunt out.
Holding her legs tight, I pull her skirt taut with my teeth and slash it with my knife, then I yank it. The tearing sound ripples through me, caressing my nerves as the long religious garment is transformed into a slutty little mini-skirt.
“Oh, fuck yes. These legs are dangerous. I bet what’s hiding between them is even deadlier.”
Dragging my knife up Chloe’s thigh, she lets out a breathy groan that has my cock throbbing. I watch as a thin line of blood bubbles up from the cut on her light brown skin.
“Now that’s a pretty sight.” My tongue has a mind of its own as suddenly I taste copper. I’m licking all the way up her thigh, and when I reach the hem of her dress, I swear I can smell wet pussy. I press the knife to her leg again.
“You’re a psychopath!” She doesn’t stop squirming. It’s as if she doesn’t care if I slice her up. I’ll nick an artery if she’s not careful.
