Let Him Watch
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,041
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Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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.
Let Him Watch
“Do you realize just how messy you are when you do things like this?”
Orian smirked, the once vague glint of insanity now a bright sparkle in his eyes.
“Of course I do. But it’s so fun, so why should I care?” He asked in a childish tone, big brown eyes shining up at his girlfriend, Cerise.
She huffed quietly and shrugged his arms from around heren den dropped to her knees and examined the damage. Carefully pushing a rogue strand of blond hair from her face, she sighs and reaches for a cloth, then flings it at Orian.
“Clean yourself up, sweetie. You look like you’ve jumped into a bucket of pigs blood.”
“Could say I did…” He whispered, smiling evilly as he wiped his face over roughly. He grinned at her blush and caught her eye, his tongue flicking out to meet his swollen bottom lip, then darting back inside his mouth as if it had been burned by some unknown source.
He watched her through lust hazed eyes, her delicate hands covered in his mess. He groaned as she leant forward, the low cut top she wore slipping down to expose her cleavage to his hungry eyes.
“Cerise…” He half growled, half whispered in a sing song tone.
“What is… it…” She trailed off as she saw the predatory look on his face, her blue gray eyes widening as she shimmied across the floor away from him. She let out a shocked yelp as she bumped into the wall, tremors wracking her tiny frame.
“I want you… Now. And I intend on taking you right here against this very wall.” He said in hushed tones as he neared her purposefully, delighting in her terror.
‘Oh no… Oh yes… NO!.. but yes.. he’s so demanding when he’s like this, you know you love it, Cerise,’ she thought to herself, barely even registering with the fact that he was nearly upon her, stepping over the grotesque and bloody form on the floor as if it were just a discarded piece of clothing.
The grotesque and bloody very dead form of his twin brother. Large brown eyes stared lifelessly at her, yet still so full of accusations and pleading, pain and hatred, guilt and lust. He was to be her brother in law, but not now. Not since Orian had developed a taste for doing autopsies on people whilst they were still alive. Made it all the more interesting he said, more fun.
‘More messy’, she thought.
“Cerise…I need you.” He mumbled as he lifted her shirt over her head with one quick movement. As his hands moved to unfasten her bra, she caught sight of those dead eyes once more, making her hesitate to react to his touches.
“Orian..” She whispered cautiously, never taking her eyes from the dead man just mere feet from them, black blood pooling in the thick shag of the carpet and the stench of death filling the chilly room slowly.
He paused his ministrations and looked to her face, then followed her eyes to his brothers fallen body.
“What about him?” She asked softly, letting her eyes drift shut as Orian nipped at the tender patch on the side of her neck.
He let out a sharp breath, mixed with a short laugh, then evenly replied, “Let him watch.”
Orian smirked, the once vague glint of insanity now a bright sparkle in his eyes.
“Of course I do. But it’s so fun, so why should I care?” He asked in a childish tone, big brown eyes shining up at his girlfriend, Cerise.
She huffed quietly and shrugged his arms from around heren den dropped to her knees and examined the damage. Carefully pushing a rogue strand of blond hair from her face, she sighs and reaches for a cloth, then flings it at Orian.
“Clean yourself up, sweetie. You look like you’ve jumped into a bucket of pigs blood.”
“Could say I did…” He whispered, smiling evilly as he wiped his face over roughly. He grinned at her blush and caught her eye, his tongue flicking out to meet his swollen bottom lip, then darting back inside his mouth as if it had been burned by some unknown source.
He watched her through lust hazed eyes, her delicate hands covered in his mess. He groaned as she leant forward, the low cut top she wore slipping down to expose her cleavage to his hungry eyes.
“Cerise…” He half growled, half whispered in a sing song tone.
“What is… it…” She trailed off as she saw the predatory look on his face, her blue gray eyes widening as she shimmied across the floor away from him. She let out a shocked yelp as she bumped into the wall, tremors wracking her tiny frame.
“I want you… Now. And I intend on taking you right here against this very wall.” He said in hushed tones as he neared her purposefully, delighting in her terror.
‘Oh no… Oh yes… NO!.. but yes.. he’s so demanding when he’s like this, you know you love it, Cerise,’ she thought to herself, barely even registering with the fact that he was nearly upon her, stepping over the grotesque and bloody form on the floor as if it were just a discarded piece of clothing.
The grotesque and bloody very dead form of his twin brother. Large brown eyes stared lifelessly at her, yet still so full of accusations and pleading, pain and hatred, guilt and lust. He was to be her brother in law, but not now. Not since Orian had developed a taste for doing autopsies on people whilst they were still alive. Made it all the more interesting he said, more fun.
‘More messy’, she thought.
“Cerise…I need you.” He mumbled as he lifted her shirt over her head with one quick movement. As his hands moved to unfasten her bra, she caught sight of those dead eyes once more, making her hesitate to react to his touches.
“Orian..” She whispered cautiously, never taking her eyes from the dead man just mere feet from them, black blood pooling in the thick shag of the carpet and the stench of death filling the chilly room slowly.
He paused his ministrations and looked to her face, then followed her eyes to his brothers fallen body.
“What about him?” She asked softly, letting her eyes drift shut as Orian nipped at the tender patch on the side of her neck.
He let out a sharp breath, mixed with a short laugh, then evenly replied, “Let him watch.”