I greedily devour her body up close and focus on her glistening, bare pussy, my gaze lingering far too long. My insanity gnaws at the edges of my mind, a relentless, feral thing, pulling me deeper into its grip.
My eyes flick over to the knife, drawn to its cold gleam before reaching for it. I bite my glove off and press the blade to my palm. Without hesitation, I swiftly slice across it before cutting even deeper, watching as my blood spills out, dripping steadily onto the floor in hypnotic drops. The crimson pool widens beneath me until I lift my hand and dip it into her water.
I don’t move, forcing myself to remain still, to let it saturate everything around her. The liquid crawls outward, the colour of my veins, swallowing the pristine clarity of the water. It covers her slowly until there’s nothing left of her that isn’t touched by it and a twisted satisfaction curls in my chest.
When she sighs, her hand finding her tit, my eyes dart to it. Her fingers flex over her wet skin, squeezing slightly before gently moving down her stomach. I stay fixated on the movement until I can no longer see her hand.
Suddenly her body bucks slightly, her head tilting back as a small gasp leaves her.
Fuck me. She’s touching herself, she’s touching her fucking pussy, right in front of me. What a needy little slut. Ain’t I pleasured the fuck out of her enough? Or maybe I have, yet she’s turning greedy.
As her arm moves back and forth, stroking herself, I know she’s fantasizing about me screwing her. She must be. There’s no one else she would think about. Not a fucking chance. I’ve plagued her every thought.
When she moans softly, her arm reaching down further, blatantly fingering herself, my jaw tenses, the irritation grinding inside me.
With my hand still beneath the water, I observe, obsessed and with every moan she gives, the further I slide into a crazed state of mind.
Her fingers pick up, the water rippling frantically as she chases her euphoria. Her gleaming tits heave and jiggle with every quick breath and I can’t stop myself.
My hand lashes out before I even register the movement, snapping over her mouth so fast she lets out a high-pitched scream that’s smothered against my palm. Her eyes find mine, shining with raw fear. But I don’t look away.
Gradually, her gaze drops, dragged downward against her will, and the moment she sees it, the water, thick and swirling red, my blood coiling around her like a living thing, she flinches violently, her whole body recoiling in horror.
I can almost hear her heartbeat hammering against her skin. Fast and helpless as I hold her in place, my fingers digging into her cheeks.
As soon as she starts to lift her hand from the water, I move faster, grabbing her wrist and shoving it back down. I force her to cup her cunt with a possessive, brutal pressure, making her stay exactly where she was. To keep going and finish what the fuck she started.
She breathes heavily through her nose as I push down on her fingers, edging them back inside her.
When she starts moving in and out again, I can see the hesitation in her eyes, searching mine, but I release her mouth, only for my hand to wrap around her throat instead, fingers biting her wet flesh, desiring to feel her pulse.
Before she can say anything to stop me, I push mine in to join hers and as her pussy’s stretches, her mouth gapes open, her eyes rolling to a close, a silent scream leaving her.
I don’t sympathize with the pain she must be feeling, as always, I keep going until my two, long fingers are buried inside with hers.
Feeling her smooth cunt on my knuckles almost makes me lose my sanity completely, how slippery it feels with her come, how warm she is.
Wrapping my other fingers and thumb around her hand, I seize full control. And almost instantly I begin ramming my fingers in and out, forcing hers to do the same.
I can see it on her face, how she’s struggling to take all four, her pussy is so fucking tight, it’s almost restricting the movement, and it annoys me to no end.
I want that cunt relaxed, messy and loose. Making all the right dirty sounds as I plunge in and out of it. And if it’s not, I’ll make it by tearing it the fuck apart if I have to. I don’t like forcing my way through fucking anything. I want to slip right in. No boundaries. No limits. No fucking barriers.
Pushing in hard, I dig deep, pressing down on her fingers so they grind against the right spot. As soon as I start thrusting faster, her brows pinch while her louder moans bounce off the walls, keeping intense eye contact with me the entire time.
Her pussy gives way slightly, allowing me to do what I want, and the bloody water waves violently as my fingers start to press further around her throat, cutting off her air.
She spreads her legs wider, wanting me more, eager for the violence I bring, and we both brutally fuck her cunt.
Soon, I notice her eyes roll back, her climax inching closer with each wet plunge. But then, something snaps in my mind. Not a crack or a tear. It’s like a muscle ripped straight from bone.
My jaw locks and I begin to press her under and her body folds into the water like it belongs there. No resistance or sound. Just the ripples licking the edge of the tub like they’re hungry too.
As her face vanishes beneath the surface, soft bubbles rise, but I don’t blink while I hold her under, I just continue to pleasure her greedy pussy.
Suddenly, my sense of control shuts down, my body moving on its own, some broken part of me taking the reins while the rest of me disappears into a spiral of arousal, death, and pitch-black obsession. Darkness crashes down and my eyes roll back. I’m gone—lost in the high, in the quiet and the ruin.
I lose time. Seconds? Minutes? I don’t know, but my mind’s gone fucking sideways, lost somewhere red and endless, where her near death is louder than any screaming. Ineedthis moment to stretch longer, Ineedit to burn into me, so it stops eating me the fuck alive.