My souls burning away.
Pieces of my innocence fraying.
And I love it.
I've never felt more complete.
Never felt more liberated.
Never felt so strong.
We defecate this world.
Tainting it until jolts of electricity run through my veins before thrumming through my very soul.
The excitement is so liberating and so real that I almost cry.
This it is.
This is real.
This is liberating.
This is us.
My body twists into positions I once thought impossible as we both charge through the streets of domino city.
Cutting, killing, carving and destroying everything we see.
That buzz that runs through me is like a drug. It's so fucking fantastic I pause – soaking it up – appreciating it.
I'm well and truly inebriated.
My body high off of the sensations you make me feel.
The bloodshed.
The bones.
The stretchy elastic feel of muscles.
I like it.
I love it.
I love you.
I grin, running my tongue over my blood painted teeth as I look into your eyes.
The next movements are so fast, so hard and so ecstatically perfect that my breath hitches.
You grip the girl's hair – the one whose family we just massacred, throwing her against the floor as you remove her slacks.
I bite my lip as my body curls provocatively, my hands delving into my pants as I stroke my hardening member and watch as you force your way into her body.
She screams.
I throw my head back and moan.
Your eyes lock onto mine and your hips drive forward, puncturing the girl's virgin entrance.
I laugh.
This is too perfect.
No words can describe this ecstasy you make me feel.
My hand moves faster and it's so slick and hot and hard.
You pull her hair.
My grasp tightens.
Pull.
Push.
Stroke.
Grasp.
Gasp.
Moan.
Fuck.
After you're fully sated you tie her up – hands bound my leather belts.
We unsheathe our blades and cut – uncontrolled rough, deep cuts that make the sweetest sounds escape her mouth.
Bass rhythms of pure pleasure pulse through me with every noise she makes.
I aim for her pressure points.
Jabbing my blade against her sensitive nerve centres.
Her blood curdles and she cowers away in the corner.
We leave her to bleed to death.
Her end will arrive soon enough.
Your run your bloodied hands over my body, my own gripping your hair staining the white into a fresh vibrant read.
You make me feel right.
You pull at my clothes.
I'm naked before you my body pale and trembling.
I need this so badly.
I haven't felt excitement like this is in so long.
You brush your hands over my body; her blood painted onto your hands spreads across the planes of my pallid flesh.
I laugh.
Then we kiss.
Such heavy bruising when our lips meet.
You're rougher with me than you were with her.
That gives me a thrill.
We fuck and it's perfect.
I'm on my hands and knees.
The entire time a knife is poised over my deltoid.
One slip of your hand and the knife will drive straight into me – straight through me until it's pierced my heart.
I make it my own personal mission to make you lose control.
I writhe.
I twist.
I push back onto you so hard the slap of our flesh meeting is beyond anything I've ever imagined it could be.
I bleed.
You thrust.
I moan.
Your body is slick with sweat.
Your fingers losing their grip.
You drop the knife.
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(AU)
Holy shit snacks! I am sorry readers for scarring your innocence. I really really do not know where that came from! LMFAO! I was sitting at home bored out of my mind trying to write a new chapter for my multi chap story affinity when this popped into my head. So umm yeah hope you liked it haha and review please!
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