My eyes drift to his shoulder. There’s a bullet still lodged there, glinting gold, surrounded by torn skin and blackened blood.
He notices where I’m looking, then calmly lifts his hand, his fingers digging straight into the wound. I watch, wide-eyed, as he twists, deeper, harder, until the metal finally rips free with a sick crack of wet muscle.
He stares at it sitting between his fingers for a second, blood dripping down his hand. Then he tosses it aside like it’s worthless. As if it meant nothing.
His head cocks to the side and his gaze doesn’t linger on my face—it lifts, gliding up the length of my body like he’s already imagining what depraved shit he’s going to put me through next.
My blood rushes to my head, ankle screaming from the pressure of the chain. And still, I can’t look away. I can’t breathe. I can’t move. All I can do is wait for him to decide how far he wants to fucking go. How much he wants to dismantle me.
Everything that happens next is so quick, I barely have time to register it. He acts fast, his hands snapping out, fists curling into the hem of my hoodie before yanking it up and clean off my body in one sharp, brutal motion, leaving me half naked.
The fabric tears with a rough rip, my body jolting from the force, making the chain and me sway violently. A whimper slips past my lips before I can even bite it down.
I don’t resist. There’s no point now. No fucking point.
I provoked the monster and now he’s come out to play. I knew what I was doing—every word, every glare, every time I stood my ground when I should’ve run. This is my price to pay.
And as he stands there, eyes dark with barely-contained hunger, I know one thing for certain.
I’m never going to forget this moment between us. Not the fear. Not the ache between my legs. Not the way he makes my heart hammer in my throat and my stomach screw with something I hate admitting feels like need. Not when he’s finally snapped. And I’ve never felt more alive.
Next my pants are yanked down my legs and my eyes close, trying to calm my erratic breathing. He’s rough, so fucking rough, pulling the fabric clean off my body like they’re nothing but a problem.
As soon as he has access, he forces my free leg open, resting his forearm on my inner thigh, keeping me spread wide. His fingers curl around my wet panties, and without hesitation and in one brutal tug, he yanks them aside, revealing my pussy to him. My hands shoot out on instinct, grabbing his thighs.
I barely have any time to process how utterly exposed I am in such a degrading position, because his harsh spit lands square on my pussy, claiming it, claiming me, before his mouth follows in an instant.
A sharp wheeze leaves me as his warm, double-pierced tongue forces its way between my lips, grazing firmly over my clit before gliding up to my entrance with one long stroke. My legs shudder beneath his control, betraying me with every twitch, helpless against the way my body responds to how he feels.
As soon as he tastes me, that growl spills out of him, deep, and deranged, then he dives in like he’s lost it, tongue, mouth and even teeth, ravaging every part of my pussy with a hunger that borders on madness. There’s no rhythm, no tenderness, just feral, unrelenting greed.
I’ve never felt anything like it, his piercings, his movements, the way he’s brutal yet precise. The arousal, the fear, the twisted pleasure, it doesn’t just consume me, it wrenches me from reality and throws me into some unknown realm. A place where I don’t know if I’m trembling from ecstasy or sheer fucking terror.
The chain tears at my already wounded ankle, adding sharp pain to the overwhelming pleasure as he plunges his thick, pierced tongue deep inside my hole, swirling and flicking against my inner walls as far as he can reach.
I try to hold back my moans, stupidly, but the gasps and whimpers slip out, shameless and uncontrollable. I can feel his frustration bubbling beneath the surface, boiling hotter with every second as I deny him what he wants.
He doesn't just want sounds—he wants me fucking screaming for him, unraveling under his touch. And when I don’t give it to him fast enough, he snaps.
He suddenly forces each of his pointer fingers deep inside my ass, no mercy, no lube, just stretching me like I’m easily made for it. I bite back a cry, watery eyes squeezing shut, my body shuddering from the discomfort.
When he pulls my asshole wide open, pushing against my walls, I tense against the overwhelming sensation of pain, my nails clawing at his wet thighs. He lets out another growl from the obscene view, releasing another glob of spit straight inside me, testing the stretch span, then finally slides them out.
I gasp for air, my eyes blinking open to see the outline of his rock-solid dick in his sweats right in front of me. I almost want to bite it, give him a taste of that kind of pain.
Wrath takes a step back, and my eyes stay locked on his cock as he slowly unwraps the barbed wire from his bleeding arm until its hanging from his hand.
Then he moves behind me, slipping out of sight, and my whole-body tenses. I can’t see him anymore, but I know he’s still there, waiting to take his insanity to the next level.
Next thing I know, my arms are forced behind me before he wraps barbed wire around both of my wrists. The sharp pain shoots through me instantly, blood spilling from the fresh punctures. I wince, eyes squeezing shut, as he continues looping it over and under my breasts, winding it around my back, coiling it tighter with each pass. Staining me with a new kind of pain.
When he’s finished and I’m restrained exactly how he wants me, cocooned in spikes and chains like a dying caterpillar that’s about to bloom into a black butterfly, morphed from his darkness and pain, he takes my panties and tears them straight off me in one swift, savage motion, leaving me utterly exposed.
His hands spread me wide again, ass and pussy before he dives straight in, back to front, brutally tongue fucking my holes and leaving nothing untouched. My free leg hangs limply, muscles twitching, not know what to do with itself as he completely devours me.
He’s ravenous and cruel, but something about how he does it has me moan and panting, I can’t help but succumb to it. My disloyal body seizes, my chest tightening as he goes harder, sucking and biting on my swollen clit like he has one goal and he’s about to fucking score it.
And he’s far too skilled because it happens quick, too quick, shamefully quick, and it rushes through me like an ocean breaking through a dam. A scream tears from my throat, echoing down the tunnel, sharp and uncontained. My body locks up, trembling as the intense climax crashes over me, fierce and unstoppable.