Drake
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,649
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1
Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
suffocation
Her struggles were getting weaker, now, and he held the steady pressure of his fingers on her neck. The demon swirled inside him, hungry, pushing, needing, begging to be let out and finish the work. Drake shoved him back from his hands and squeezed tighter. He savored the contrast between the softness of her blood-slicked fingers and the sting where they weakly dug into the scratches her nails had made on his face.
Her eyes still pleaded with him through the fear and desperation, some small part of her still believing he would release her. The demon surged down his arms again and his hands tensed on her throat as he forced it back.
This is mine...MINE, not yours! he growled at the demon grimly. Her expression twisted and eyes shifted in and out of focus, and he wondered to himself if it were only in the movies that suffocation was a relatively quick death. His arms were getting tired.
The little movements she still made were sluggish now; legs no longer kicking with enough force to splinter the footboard, body no longer bucking madly enough to all but throw him off. A small, broken noise escaped her lips, so delicate compared to the wild, choked screams she'd freed when he began, and a small smile came onto his face.
He wondered when he'd started enjoying this.
Her body wasn't moving anymore. Her head tilted limply back and he held on a little longer anyways, arms jerking slightly as he tightened them a few more times for good measure.
Finally he let go, one hand slipping behind her head to cradle it and tilt her face toward his. Her pretty blue eyes were empty, no longer bright with terror or life.
I thought bodies were supposed to be cold? he thought to himself, fingers trailing down over the ugly purplish marks rising on her neck. He'd never really had a chance to touch the body before; the demon didn't care to leave much behind. Her skin was as warm as it had been before, almost as if she were only sleeping. In a sudden panic his hands snapped to her neck again, eyes staring into hers as if she would awaken at any moment. But her head just flopped limply at his sudden movement, eyes still blank.
Where's the rush? he thought as he released her. He stared at her for a few moments longer before climbing from where he'd straddled her hips. Where's the adrenaline, the wild joy, the ecstasy you read about the killers feeling after they take a life? He looked down at his hands. They looked no different than before, apart from being slightly reddened from pressure and friction. He could've just finished lifting weights for all the change in them.
"All right," he whispered to the silent room, and felt the demon shift under his skin. "I won't leave you out next time."
Her eyes still pleaded with him through the fear and desperation, some small part of her still believing he would release her. The demon surged down his arms again and his hands tensed on her throat as he forced it back.
This is mine...MINE, not yours! he growled at the demon grimly. Her expression twisted and eyes shifted in and out of focus, and he wondered to himself if it were only in the movies that suffocation was a relatively quick death. His arms were getting tired.
The little movements she still made were sluggish now; legs no longer kicking with enough force to splinter the footboard, body no longer bucking madly enough to all but throw him off. A small, broken noise escaped her lips, so delicate compared to the wild, choked screams she'd freed when he began, and a small smile came onto his face.
He wondered when he'd started enjoying this.
Her body wasn't moving anymore. Her head tilted limply back and he held on a little longer anyways, arms jerking slightly as he tightened them a few more times for good measure.
Finally he let go, one hand slipping behind her head to cradle it and tilt her face toward his. Her pretty blue eyes were empty, no longer bright with terror or life.
I thought bodies were supposed to be cold? he thought to himself, fingers trailing down over the ugly purplish marks rising on her neck. He'd never really had a chance to touch the body before; the demon didn't care to leave much behind. Her skin was as warm as it had been before, almost as if she were only sleeping. In a sudden panic his hands snapped to her neck again, eyes staring into hers as if she would awaken at any moment. But her head just flopped limply at his sudden movement, eyes still blank.
Where's the rush? he thought as he released her. He stared at her for a few moments longer before climbing from where he'd straddled her hips. Where's the adrenaline, the wild joy, the ecstasy you read about the killers feeling after they take a life? He looked down at his hands. They looked no different than before, apart from being slightly reddened from pressure and friction. He could've just finished lifting weights for all the change in them.
"All right," he whispered to the silent room, and felt the demon shift under his skin. "I won't leave you out next time."