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River

Ihave never in my life done something like this…ya know…murdered someone?! Pierce cleaned me up, and now, I’m walking down the street towards three drunk guys. I don’t know why Pierce thinks his plan will work, but honestly, nothing more will come of my life anyway, so I might as well ruin it more.

Walking down the street, I can feel Pierce’s eyes on me, but I don’t know where he is. I slow my pace as I approach the men and they see me before I can get a word out.

“H-hey there, s-s-sweet thing. What are y-you doing o-out here all alo-one?” The tall “Chad” slurs his words as he places his hand on my hip, pulling me close to him. The stench of alcohol is potent and stings my nose.

“I’m just looking for some fun. I’m all alone in my house tonight and I’d love some company. Do you three have any plans?” I smile up at him, placing my hand on his chest. After a second, I hear Pierce’s voice in my head. “He’ll be the first to die.”

How the fuck did he do that?

I take a step back and look the creep up and down, knowing it would work in his drunken stupor. “Say less, Red. Lead the way.” Bitch. I turn and walk toward the house, making sure to throw seductive looks over my shoulder on the way. All three follow and Chad, Brad, Thad…whatever his name is, keeps looking at me with desire in his eyes as the other two whisper and laugh to each other. Idiots.

As we get to the doors, I push them open and walk inside, followed by the three dunces as they trip over each other. Once in, the doors slam shut and a feminine scream rips out of one of their mouths. I can't help but laugh. I hear Pierce again as he tells me what to do. “Bring them upstairs, then run down the hallway.” Turning towards frat bro number one, I grab his hand and start pulling him towards the stairs. Him and his friends follow with no fight at all. Leading them up the stairs, I do as I was told and run down the hall, stopping and turning towards them at the end.

“You wanna play chase, Red? Is that what you’re into? We can oblige.” The three of them start walking towards me as I take small steps backwards, smiling. When they get halfway down the hallway, hands come through the walls on both sides, grabbing at them and ripping their clothing. Their flesh is being shredded, and red crimson litters their bodies, dripping down and soaking the floor. All three drop to the floor, breathing heavily.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a dark shadow emerge from Pierce’s bedroom and I freeze. It approaches the sobbing guys on the floor and all three simultaneously lift in the air. Their screams permeate the hall and echo off of the walls as they are taken into another room further down the hall. I take slow steps, following their hovering bodies. When I walk into the room, I see every kind of tool imaginable covering the walls and metal tables in the center of the room. The room is shockingly large and has a slight scent of bleach.

The bodies are lowered to the tables as straps shoot up from the floor and wrap around the battered men. Whimpers fill the room as one of the men shakes, causing the table to rattle. Looking up to where the shadow was, Pierce now stands in its place, smirking at the victims on the tables. Pierce walks to a cabinet on the wall and pulls out a hammer, turning around with a devious look on his face. He walks over to the guy that calls me Red and speaks.

“You touched what wasn't yours, Chad.” See he gets it. Chad’s ego takes over and he spits at Pierce before responding.

“My name is Derrick, asshole. I didn’t know she was taken, she didn't tell me shit, the bitch.” Something in Pierce clicks and he brings his arm up, swinging the hammer down on Derrick’s kneecap. His scream reverberates through my body, sending chills down my spine. A normal person would look away but I’m enthralled by the scene in front of me. Blood spurts out, dripping to the floor in front of me. I step closer to inspect the damage. Pierce swings the hammer hitting his other kneecap and the crack of his bone seems much louder now. The red liquid sprays out, splashing onto my face and clothing. Licking my lips, the tangy iron taste hits my tongue and I shiver in delight. Pierce turns to me with a smirk on his face.

“You look sexy like that, Mariposa. Let’s add some more. Go grab the drill from the cabinet I got the hammer from for me, please.” Making my way over to the cabinet, I notice that the other two have passed out. Probably from the shock of all that has happened. Opening the cabinet, I grab the drill and head back over to where Pierce is standing. Derrick whimpers once more before speaking.

“Please, Red. Don't let him do this to us. We’ve done nothing wrong!” His words come out sounding hoarse and broken. I like it when they beg.

“Don’t speak to her, Derrick. I guess you haven't learned your lesson. Mariposa, can you place the tip of the drill bit on his adams apple and pull the button in for me?” The thought of what is about to happen excites me and I don't take any time to think about what he has asked. I place the tip on Derrick’s throat and push the button all the way in. The whirring sound from the drill mixed with frat boy’s garbled screams makes me clench my thighs tightly. Blood sprays all around us and onto my face once more.

Pierce comes up behind me, pressing his cock into my back as he wraps his arms around me. Derrick’s screams stop along with his breathing. Pity. I was having fun. One down, two to go! I turn around and throw my arms around Pierce’s neck. “Te ves absolutamente deliciosa, Mariposa . So delicious,” he growls, licking my lips and tasting Derrick’s life force. I feel like I could shatter just from his touch. “Let me taste you once again.”

Gripping the back of my thighs, he lifts me up and places me on top of Derrick. More blood slowly oozes from the hole in his throat at the pressure. Pierce pulls my pants off before lowering himself to his knees. Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he pulls me closer to the edge of frat boy number one’s body and I have to put my hands behind me to lean on. Leaning close to my core, he inhales deeply with a groan.

“Such a good boy for me, Ghostie. Get a taste of what’s yours.”

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Pierce

Icould cum in my pants right now. That’s me! Good Boy Ghostie! I could get used to hearing her say she’s mine. Glad to know I’m not just creepily obsessed with her for nothing.

Keeping eye contact, I lick through her slit from front to back multiple times before roughly sucking her clit into my mouth and gently biting down. A gasp leaves her pouty lips and she throws her head back. I remove my tongue and stand between her legs.

“No, Mariposa. Watch me take what’s mine. Keep your eyes on me the whole time or I stop,” I growl as her eyes shoot back to mine.

“Fine, fine! But please, for the love of God, put your mouth back on me!” God? She realizes I’m dead right? Sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, I tangle my fingers in her curls and pull her head back.

“There is no God here, Baby. Just me, you, and the loss of your morals. Now, sit back and watch me devour you.”

Trailing my lips down the length of her body, I take her into my mouth once more and suck. The roughness of the action makes her cry out.

Her fingers tangle in my hair as she pulls my head closer to her. Greedy Little Mariposa. Her thighs clench around my skull as I flatten my tongue and lick continuously, keeping pressure on her most sensitive area. She pushes her hips back and forth, looking for more friction where she wants it.

A slight rattle behind River catches my attention. Looking up into her beautiful eyes, I see it has caught hers too. Tilting my head to the side, I can see the other two awake…watching with tears in their eyes. River yanks my head up by my hair, sending shivers down my spine from the delicious pain she inflicts.

“If they want to watch, then let’s give them a show,” she says while turning around on the dead body that she’s sitting on. The look of horror covers the guy’s faces as they watch her. “Come to this side and get to your knees, Pierce baby.” There is no second guessing the decision as I hastily stand and walk around the table, dropping to my knees in front of her.