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[undressmewithyoureyes]

KING - (SEVEN)

**KONIG**

I was almost dozed off when I heard voices. Her voice. My eyes shoot open and I lean up, taking my feet off the desk so I can sit upright. I recognize the others - its 141, then another voice I'm unfamiliar with. Its some girl she called Rosa. 

I grab my phone off my desk and text Three to come back into my office. Locking it, I put it back down not caring to see if he read it or replied. Her voice comes back on through the speakers of my computer and the blood in my veins runs straight to my dick. Its not preppy, but raspy - almost hoarse like. 

Three walks through my door moments later and I glance up at him. “You finally find something?” He asks me. I nod and he walks over to my desk and sits in one of the two chairs in front of my desk. 

  God, I love her voice. I cant wait to hear her scream. “Lillith,” Three says looking up at me. “I guess your nickname for her fits.”

I smile, “It does, doesn’t it?” Lillith was the devils wife. She was just as much as a badass, but it just means she’s meant for me. The Devil is the king of Hell. Im the king of my world. 

Lillith goes on telling them of information we already know - which is shocking considering that we knew something before she did. God, Gene deserves a raise for this invention.

Three and I sit listening to her talk and go in depth of the mission Shepherd sent her. Funny thing is, Gene was right - the information came through on my end too. “Damn, that meeting didn’t last long. She doesn’t waste any time does she?” Three asks. 

My heart sinks a little. I wanted to listen to her more, but I’ll take what I can get for now. We’ll get plenty of time together here soon. I don’t answer him, but my ears perk up when I hear a new conversation start. 

She left her phone. 

“What was the name you were going to say?” Its a Scottish guy. Soap.

Theres an long silence before the other girl, Rosa speaks, “His name was Ja-.”

“Rosa.” I recognize Niks voice. Just saying her name he meant as a warning. 

“What?” Rosa says in a high pitched voice, “She’s already told them her name and is walking around without her mask. She obviously trusts them.”

My fist curl as my fingernails dig into the palm of my hand. She showed them her face? Already? 

“Okay Rosa. But its your funeral if things go sideways,” Nik warns.

Rosa laughs, “Nik, she’s my best friend. I’ll deal with it.”

Theres a brief pause before Rosa speaks again. “His name was James.”

Ah, James Anders. “She talking about snake?” Three asks and I nod. 

“The guy they called snake?” I recognize him too - Captain John Price. 

Rosa speaks again, “Thats him.”

“You sound like you didn’t care for him,” Soap says. 

“He wasn’t what she needed,” Nik responds before I guess Rosa could. 

“We’ve heard of him, but not their relationship,” Soap says. “Everyone in this type of field knows the story of them, but I guess we never know what goes on behind closed doors.”

Rosa sighs, “It wasn’t like that, he wasn’t abusive - but she would tell me she needed… more.”

“More?” There he is. Simon Ghost Riley.

“Mhm,” Rosa pauses before speaking again, “He was the lovey lovey type.” Her voice drifts off. I know what she means. He was too submissive for her and thats not what my girl needs. She needs to be dominated. To be brought to her knees in the worst way, but knowing the best thing is going to come from it. James Anders was not a man - but a mere boy. 

“Did she ever tell you what happened to her within those two years?” Another Brit speaks. Its Gaz. 

The room goes quiet before the mouthy girl speaks, “Thats where I'm going to draw the line and end this conversation.” I hear shuffling from the couch - sounding as if someone is getting up, “That isn’t my story to tell.” 

Everyone knows something, but not the full extent. Widow was kidnapped and captured a few years ago. They held her captive for two years - James being kidnapped with her. Theres stories of what happened - some being the same, others a story of their own - but they all have the same ending. The reason she got her name Widow. 

“She talks too fucking much,” Three says as he stands from the chair. She does, but I'm glad she has a loose mouth. The more information about my little devil, the better. Those guys may have done unspeakable things to her and tortured her for two years straight - but I promise you, what I'm going to do to her is going to be far worse. My dick strains against the zipper of my pants just thinking of the things I'm going to do. 

“Are we meeting them at their mission?” Three asks standing there at my desk. I wait to answer - trying to figure out how I want our formal greeting to go. I want her to be shocked. I want to see the look in her eyes when she realizes she’s losing and has no choice. 

A voice from the computer breaks the silence, “Were you being serious when you said she has a mask kink?” Its Soap. Of course he would be wondering. Ghost isn’t going to come out and ask it. He’s a man of few words. But I know he’s curious.

Rosa laughs, “I don’t know. I just like fucking with her.”

“It would make sense,” Gaz says, “Since theres three people in the field who only wear masks to hide their identity.” 

“Who’s the third?” Nik asks. I almost forgot he was there. 

“Widow, Ghost and now this UNKNOWN guy,” Gaz replies.

“Theres one more,” I hear Rosa say but this time, her tone has changed.

The room goes quiet for a few seconds before their Captain speaks, “Who?”

Three looks at me and nods with a grin on his face. 

“Konig.”

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KING - (SIX)

**Lillith**

My phone vibrates on the bed beside me. Its Shepherd with the details about this mission. Thankfully he keeps it short and to the point. I took a quick shower before I host this meeting. I heard the door open while I was in there - knowing it was him, but heard the door close seconds later. My back was to the door, and the water was set to hell. So thankfully the glass shower walls were fogged up…hopefully. 

I get off the bed and put on a cropped tank top and some sweat pants. Im in the comfort of my own home. Theres enough ammo and weapons to supply several armies - not to mention the trained men and women I have down here. If someone gets in and manages to make it this far, shit, they deserve it.

I grab my phone off the bed and head downstairs. The talking thats going on below between Nik and 141 stop when I walk into the living room.

“Holy shit,” I hear Soap say in a loud whisper. 

I stop and look around at everyones wide eyes. Ah, nobody in this room except for Nik has ever seen my face and lived to tell about it. “I don't think I'm going to have to make myself clear on this situation,” I say to them. They’re not dumb and can take the hint - nobody speaks of this to anyone. The last thing I need is someone identifying me. 

“Biiiitch.” A familiar woman voice makes my ears perk from the kitchen. 

A smile forms on my face as I turn to my left and lock eyes with my best friend, “Rosa, you can never sneak up on someone can you?” Rosa has been by my side for the last twelve years. Were the same age and she knows almost all my secrets…almost. 

She walks around from the island in the middle of the kitchen and into the living room, “You failed to mention you were having a house full of,” she trails off as her fingertips run along Soap and Gaz’s chest, “men.” 

I snort. Rosa is very open with her sexuality and isn’t afraid to voice when she likes what she sees. “I’ll let you have the one with the mask. You know, since you have a mask kink and all,” she says walking past Ghost. 

His eyes shoot to mine, “When the fuck did I develop a mask kink?” I ask in a joking way. 

Fuck. 

She disregard my question, “Well, Im glad you decided to take my advice about getting some.” I close my eyes and exhale, “Its been what? Three years since Ja-.”

“Rosa.” Thats all I can say. She looks at me and her face drops realizing what she was about to say. 

I clear my throat and try to walk through the tension in the room. “Lil, I'm sorry I didn’t think.” 

I stop walking and hang my head taking in an aggravated breath. Great. 

“Lil?” I hear John say.

I have my back to them, but I can feel Rosa staring directly at me. 

“She hasn’t told them her name,” Nik says to her.

Rosa gasps, “I-I didn’t know. I thought since you weren’t wearing your mask…” she trails off. 

To be fair, that is a fair assumption. 

I turn back around and face everyone, “My name is Lillith. Thats it. End of discussion.”

I walk over to the TV that hangs above the fireplace. I have my laptop sitting on top of the mantle and I open it up. I connect the cord thats attached to my laptop to my phone and turn the TV on. 

“Sit.” It came out more of a demand, but at this point, I'm ready to go to my room and sleep. 

“Since were putting everything on the table,” I say as my eyes shoot to Rosas. Her face frowns, “Lets all get to know one another. Its the least we can do since we’ll be working together.”

“Wait,” she says as her eyes go from me to 141. “You joined a team?”

I exhale and disregard her question like she did mine earlier, “Captain John Price,” I say as my eyes go to his. “Born in the UK. Became Captain in 2011. Specialties are close quarter combat, hostage rescue, kill-capture missions and weapons handling.”

Soaps head jerks to his Captain. I divert my eyes from Johns to Gaz, “Kyle Garrick. They call you Gaz because you don’t say much. Actually, you haven’t really said much since you’ve been here. Also born in the UK and became sergeant in 2020. Specialities are demolitions, covert surveillance and weapons handling.”

I can feel the tension getting thicker. I can tell nobody has ever dissected them like this, “Johnny MacTavish.” His brow furrowing as I unfold his life, “Also known as Soap. You’re a bomb expert. Born in Scottland. Specialties are hostage rescues, demolitions and weapons handling.” 

My eyes divert to my next target, and I swallow hard. His gaze that he is giving me now is one I know enemy’s fear. Im no enemy, but Im sure I'm feeling what they feel right now. “Lieutenant Simon Riley,” I say as my palms start to sweat, “Your file was…” 

“You read our files?” I hear Soap say as he sits up straight, cutting me off.

“Almost,” I respond back. “You think I'm going to work with someone and I don’t know anything about them?”

His eyes go to his Captains, “You said those were buried deep.” I know what he means, only the best of the best could access them. Guess what, I'm the best of the best. 

“Nothing is ever too deep for me,” I remind him as he looks back at me. “I read them all but yours,” I say looking at Ghost. 

His eyes haven’t moved from me, “Why didn’t you read it? Couldn’t finish it?” He says mocking me. “Too much trauma fo-“

“It was too close to home,” I bite back cutting him off. I clear my throat, “Again, I’m Lillith. Specializing in whatever the fuck I feel like.” I have my weaknesses, but then I think back to everything I have been through and realize I am that bitch and I keep people in check.

Before I start the meeting, “Im not sorry for looking into your files. If roles were reversed, I would expect the same of you.” 

Everyone adjust themselves on the couch and I pull up the text that Shepherd sent me, “Suspect is UNKNOWN. Nobody has ever seen what he looks like,” I start with. “Allegedly, his whole body is covered so no skin can be shown. But,” I pause, “He wears a red skull mask that covers his whole face.”

“Why red?” Gaz asks. I think thats the first time I’ve heard him talk.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Ive never seen him. Apparently no one has unless he wants you to,” I say looking at my laptop then clicking the next thing Shepherd sent. Its pictures of our guy. “He goes by the name UNKNOWN.”

Rosa snorts, interrupting me, “Thats fucking stupid.”

I give a breathy laugh because she’s not wrong, “As far as ethnicity or any background information, this dude doesn’t exist. But,” I say taking in a breath, “We know that he has been trying to get into this guys good graces,” I say as I click the next link. Its a picture of your traditional Russian guy - blonde hair and blue eyes. 

“Alexei Igor. This guys family has been in the Slavic weapons trade for generations, except now he wants more,” I turn to the team, “He wants nuclear.”

“Is that why Graves men were in Russia?” Ghost finally speaks. God, this mans voice is like creamy velvet chocolate straight out of the package. 

“Yes and no,” I respond a little too quick. “They were actually on an assignment on something completely different with someone selling organs on the black market.”

“Shit like that happens everyday,” Soap chimes in.

“Correct, but this guy was injecting them with toxins so it would kill the person,” I pause taking in a breath at how truly sick these fuckers are, “The people being children.”

Ghost sits up, making my eyes go to his, “So what is the yes with Graves men.” 

“Wrong place and wrong time.” They look at me confused. “Graves men heard a conversation with Alexei that they weren’t supposed to hear - I'm assuming with this UNKNOWN guy. They wanted to rush in and kill everyone, but luckily they didn’t know I was there. So,” I pause. “I took them out.” 

“Thats cold darling,” John says with a chuckle.

“Its killed or be killed,” I say. “And as we all know, Im not really in Shadow Company’s good graces.” 

“I mean you could be,” Rosa says getting up from the couch. “Have you seen Graves?” She asks moving her eyebrows up and down real fast with a smirk.

I throw my head back and laugh, “Is there anyone you don’t want to fuck?”

With a shit eating grin on her face, she runs her tongue across the front of her teeth and shakes her head. “And with that, I'm going to my room,” I say walking past the couches and heading for the stairs. “Everyone,” I say coming to a stop, “Make yourself at home.” I climb the stairs and head to my room. Were about to have a long few days ahead of us.

[undressmewithyoureyes]

KING - (FIVE)

**KONIG**

I get back to base and head straight for my office. The guys on the yard are training, but they don’t need my help. My focus right now is solely on her. My little devil - even if she doesn’t know it. She will soon, and she will learn to love it. The only way out will be death. 

I reach my office and tap my keyboard, making the computer come to life. I type in my password and immediately click on one of the programs I have pinned to my taskbar. Its the tracking app. I sit back and kick my feet up onto my desk - crossing them to get more comfortable. She’s currently in Washington D.C. Probably talking with the old fucker who wants to fuck her. Its no secret. I’ve heard how he looks at her, but she also wouldn’t give him the time or day…ever. 

Shepherd likes to play in the big dog world, but big dogs don’t hide and cower behind desks. No, they’re the ones who risk it all to lose it all. And God have mercy on whoever stands in their way. Im one of the big dogs and if I'm being biased, one of the biggest.

She stays in Washington D.C. for about an hour. I pull up the traffic cams - trying to get any visual I can on her. She’s like heroin running through my veins and I cant get enough. I watch her walk out the Capital building, but something catches my eyes - causing me to sit straight up and go stiff. 

My blood boils as I see 141 walking behind her. No, she wouldn’t. She only works alone, but my brows furrow together when I see them all enter the helo she left in. My teeth grind together so hard my jaw hurts. This just threw a fucking loop into what I had planned. I ball my fist up - the fabric in my gloves begging for a release. 

I try to gather all my composure, but everything in me is wanting to flip this desk the fuck over and wreak havoc to anything or anyone thats within my reach. “GENE!” I call out. My throat hurting just a bit from yelling. 

I hear footsteps running in my direction and it better be the fucker I called. My door swings open and almost hits the wall behind it, “Y-yes sir,” he says sounding out of breath. Gene is the I.T. guy here. Some call it cheating, I call it staying ahead and being in the know. 

“The tracker you gave me to put on her phone,” I say with my teeth clenched. He is looking at me with his wide eyes, “Is that all it can do?” 

He knows im asking for more, but I want to see how well this pipsqueak knows me, “Yes sir,” he says and almost bows. I stare at him with daggers and he immediately changes his answer, “I mean, no sir.”

Sweat begins to form across his forehead. “What else does it do?” My voice low. 

Gene swallows before he answers, “I also made it to where you can hear any conversation while the phone is in use, text messages as well. Also,” he says trying to gather himself the best he can. He stands below my shoulders, so im sure my height is intimidating as is, “It can listen in at any given point and time.” 

“Even if the person isn’t on the phone?” I ask. Im impressed. 

“Y-yes sir,” he says bowing his head. 

I stare at him for a few seconds to see if he’s bluffing, “Show me.” 

He walks over to the computer and I'm glad I didn’t decide to make this room into a war zone. He clicks a red button that was on the left side of the program and a black voice line pops up. The line moves with waves and he adjusts the volume on my computer. 

My ears perk, but the only thing you can hear is the roar of the helicopter. “Will the other person know?”

“No. Its my newest addition,” he tells me proudly.

My hand comes up and rests on his shoulder. I feel him jump and I let out a small laugh - my mood doing a complete one eighty, “Keep that up Gene and you’ll go places.” 

Oh, this is a game changer and a dangerous one for my little devil. I sit back down in my chair and lean back, “Thats all Gene.” I don’t thank him. He should be thankful I gave him this job and this position. 

He nods and walks out, grabbing the door and closing it. My eyes divert back to the screen as a devilish smile creeps across my face.

******

I tune in and out of the program - doing exactly what Gene did. All I could hear was the engine roaring. So, I just tracked her until she came to a stop in Tennessee. I type in the address on my computer and a private property shows up. Funny thing is, theres no information on the property except that it isn’t for sale. No pictures, no listings or anything. The best I can get is a satellite view. The road view is useless since the house sits so far back into the woods. 

I click back over to my tracker and watch the blue dot move into the house and then stop. Putting this tracker on her has been the best idea and the worst at the same time. It makes tracking her easier, but she’s become my new obsession. Before, she was a want - now she’s a need. 

I sit there for another few minutes, but the dot doesn’t move. I grab my phone that sits on my desk and send Three a text telling him to come here. I would ask, but that would give my men an option. The only option is kill or be killed. So I know he’ll come. 

Sure enough, a few minutes later he’s walking into my office. He doesn’t knock and I don’t expect him too. He’s the closest guy I can count on and a part of me would consider him my friend. 

“Yeah,” he says as he walks to me. If it were anyone else, their jaw would already be dislocated and needing surgery to put it back in place with screws and wires. 

“Put this address in and pull it up on the satellite.” I tell him. We made a deal with the Russians about a year ago. They were on my shit list and one of the leaders offered for me to spare his life in exchange of their live satellites. I agreed, but I kept my word. I spared his life - Three didn’t. Three’s response to doing it was “He made the deal with you, not me.”

I give him the address and he types away at his phone. I like for my stuff to be spread out. It gives people a harder time trying to find out information if multiple people have pieces of the puzzle. But I too can access it if need be - it just gives my guys something extra to do. 

A few moments later he hands me his phone and I see the top of the house. It looks to be two story house in the middle of fucking no where. I tape the left side of the screen and rewind back to a few minutes ago. I watch the helicopter land. Then six people exit the helo and walk into the house with bags. 

“Your girl?” Three asks me. I hand the phone back and smirk under my mask.

Your girl. I like that. 

“Yeah and I think she just showed us where she stays,” I say in a lighter tone than before. I sit back down and put my feet back on my desk. 

“You want me to get a helo ready?” He asks me as he starts to walk towards the door.

“No,” I reply back immediately. “I want to know where she’s going and catch her by surprise. To be sure, she didn’t join 141 for the hell of it. I want to know their plan so we can be a step ahead.”

Three nods and heads out of my office. I take in a deep breath and interlock my fingers - placing them behind my head. My little devil has been through a lot in these last several years, but what I'm going to do to her doesn’t even compare. 

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KING - (FOUR)

**Lillith**

The ride back to my place was an…interesting one. I didn’t have a chance to talk with 141 and the look on Nik’s face when we all came walking up was like a kid on Christmas morning. I know he does things for them, but I don’t question it. He’s not mine and I haven’t been with anyone in…anyway. 

I live out in the middle of no fucking where. Literally. I have a two story cabin that sits on a thousand acre property. My neighbors are the wilderness in the mountains of Tennessee, but don’t let that fool you. I have a whole fucking industry underground that goes on for several miles - and for me to bring 141 here, means I trust them to a certain extent. Not fully, but thats because I will never trust anyone fully, again. 

We walk into my home and my staff greet us. I can tell 141 is a bit uneasy, but shit, I would be too staying at a place I'm not familiar with. 

“Im sure they will like to take their own things to their rooms,” I tell Margo. She’s been with me for the last ten years. I stopped by the base 141 was staying at so they could get their weapons. Don’t get me wrong, guns shoot and knives throw, but nothing compares to your own weapon. Its weight perfectly balanced in your hands and you know the damn thing better than you know yourself. 

Margo gives me a curt nod and walks away leaving us standing in my foyer. I turn to face the team I just joined just to make a point, “I’ll show you where we’ll be staying.” 

I turn back around and walk towards my kitchen - which is straight ahead and my living room with cathedral ceilings to my right. I have an open floor plan with very few walls. That way I can see whats going on, but can take cover if need be. Right before I reach the kitchen, I turn left and head down my hallway. I have rooms here in the house and its set up like a house, but really its for my staff. If anyone was sketching the place out, theres someone always here - but the magic happens downstairs.

I walk towards the end of the hall to my bookshelf thats built in the wall. Reaching out, I place my hand around an encyclopedia as if I'm fixing to pull it out of its spot. The lock clicks and I push the bookshelf forward. Cliche? Kind of, but instead of pulling a book to release a latch, I installed a finger scan on the book. Without my print, no one can get it. 

The cool draft brushes past me and causes goose bumps to form on my skin. “Are you going to kill us?” The mohawk guy asks. 

I let out a small laugh, “Why? You scared?” I say lowly for that dramatic effect while looking at him.

I watch him swallow the spit that was in his mouth - which I'm sure is dry by now. My eyes avert to the black voids looking at me - which causes me to swallow. Something about this one sends a chill down my spine. Something I haven’t felt in a while - and I like it. I miss it, but I swore to myself years ago I wouldn’t put myself back in that position. 

I turn back around and head down the stairs - getting old memories out of my mind. The further we walk down, the temperature drops. My staff knows I have practically a small city down below, but they don have access unless I give them access. I have buttons placed in designated areas of the house in case they need to get me or if there is an emergency. 

So far, its only been pushed once.

After walking down the stairs for a few minutes, we finally reach flat ground. I can hear 141 whispering behind me about how cool this place is. It kind of is. Everything a military base has, I have - but more. And even better, its all below ground, which gives me the advantage. Nobody can know what my moves are and its one of the ways I stay hidden.

“How big is this place darling?” I hear John ask. 

I place my hands on my hips and admire my hard work. Its something that will never get old, “Several miles, but im still building.” 

“Thats….fucking incredible,” he says. I can tell by his tone he meant it. 

“Yeah, Li-,” Nik clears his throat, “Widow has been working on this for a few years now.” He looks at me with soft eyes realizing he almost fucked up. 

“What all do you have here?”

God, even his voice makes my fucking knees weak. Weak to the point I want to fall to them as he stands before me staring at me with nothing but darkness.

“Ever-,” I clear my throat. Thats fucking embarrassing, “Anything and everything.” 

I take a step forward and reach my hand out pointing in front of me, “There we have our weapons build. From guns, to knives, to explosives, to fucking nuclear warfare, its here.” I point to my right, “There is a half mile open area with helo’s.” I point up in the same direction, “I installed a retractable roof so its easy access. The ground still remains, but its on tracks so when the doors closed, you wont know anything happened.”

“Fuckin’ incredible lass,” the Scottish mohawk says. 

I know their names. Like their real name as well as their call signs, but that conversation can wait until later. 

I point to the left, “Down here is where were going,”I say as I get on a golf cart. I have several around here. They’re battery operated, so it doesnt put out so much pollution here. I have air vents the filter, but it saves on how much they have to work already. 

The golf cart has three rows of seats - big enough for all of us to get on. Nik gets on the very back with John facing backwards. The one they call Gaz gets in the middle with the one they call Soap beside him. And that leaves Ghost sitting beside me. His leg grazes mine and even with us clothed, I can feel the heat radiating off him. Hes a man of few words. I read his file, so I know why. He was the hardest one for me to get my hands on. And the hardest one for me to read. 

I turn the golf cart on and head to where we are going. I hear the guys behind me taking about how badass this place is and how smart it is and how they have never seen anything like it before. 

“Butterfly Company?” I hear Ghost say and I glance over at him.

Before I have a chance to say anything, Nik speaks, “Yeah, she started that program years ago for women and children.”

“You mean the one that houses and helps the ones who have been rescued from the sex rings and trafficking?” John asks. 

“Thats the one,” Nik confirms. 

“Is there anything you don’t do darling?” John asks with a chuckle. 

Pulling up to the house and parking the golf cart granted me to not answer him, but I really don’t want to get into that subject. Its a long one, and most of the stories I have, I don’t want to think about. 

“Another house?” Soap asks inquisitively. 

“I have several down here. Usually my staff here sleep in bunkers that are on the other side of this base. Its about a mile over. On this side, its for me. We’ll be staying here. I’ll show everyone to their room so you can get settled in and then we can meet in the observation room in a half hour?” I ask. 

They nod. 

We walk in and its set up similar to my house that people can see. The foyer, the living room to the right and the kitchen straight ahead - all open, but where the hallway is to the left of the kitchen, is a set of stairs. All bedrooms are upstairs. 

We head up them and there are three doors on each side the hallway up here. Gaz and Nik take the first set. John and Soap take the next set and that leaves Ghost. Of course, he’s across the hall from me. My room is on the left end and his will be on the right. 

“Oh,” I say as I open my door, “Each bedroom shares a bathroom.” Great. Gaz and John will share. Nik and Soap will share. Which means, Ghost and I will share. Since the last two bedrooms are on the end, the bathroom is a bit bigger since with sits at the very end of the hallway. That huge wall that separates the doors, thats where my shower is. And to put the icing on on the cake, since my bathroom is so big, my closet sets inside the bathroom. 

This is going to be great. 

“Hey, lass?” Soap calls out stepping partially into my room. 

I throw my bag off my shoulder and it hits the floor, “yeah?” 

I watch as he takes a look around my room, “Wheres the observation room?”

I snort. I did forget to show them that. “Just tell everyone to meet me downstairs in half an hour.”

He nods and closes my door. I hear him telling everyone and I plop down on the bed. This was a bad idea. 

This was a very bad idea. 

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KING - (Three)

Lillith

I check my phone after we get in the air good and head to Washington D.C. I click on my banking app and then transfer the money Robert sent to one of my accounts that funds an organization I run to help women and kids recover from the trauma they endured while being in the trafficking rings. Its truly a sick world we fucking live in and I feel that its the least I could do. 

“What do you think he wants to talk to you about?” Nik asks as I lock my phone and put it between my legs. 

I take in a deep breath, “Probably to see if I will join Graves and the Shadows. Its like the old bastard cant take a hint.” 

Nik snorts, “What kind of hints are you giving him Lil?”

Turning my head to look at him, “Uh, fuck no, fuck you, I work by my fucking self, fuck Graves. I mean the list goes on where I thought I have made myself perfectly fucking clear.”

Niks face turns red from holding in the laughter that I know he’s dying to let out, “Thats pretty clear.” 

I throw my hands out and they smack my thighs when they land, “Thank you!”

“I don't trust him. Never have,” I say turning my head to the right to look out my window. 

I hear Nik sigh, “You and me both.” I don’t know what Shepherd has done to Nik, but I know there is bad blood there. I want to bring it up, but something deep down has always told me not to open that bandaid. Some things are better left alone. 

*****

A few hours later we arrive in Washington D.C. I hate this fucking place. Politicians that call the shots - well try to - like they know what the fuck goes on. Just because they see video footage, doesn’t mean they know what the fuck we feel. Seeing is believing, trust me, but seeing something in person is different than watching it through 1080p. Again, thats why I work alone. I make my own rules. 

Im escorted through the Capital. Its where Shepherds office is. Ive been here more times than I’d like to be, but he pays me and I get to kill people. I’d say an eye for an eye. The two gentleman escorting me keep looking back. Shit, if I had someone behind me covered in blood and a mask while I wore a three piece suit, I’d be kind of worried too. Not to mention, all my gear and shit is still on me - minus my sniper. 

They tried to tell me the first time I came here that I wasn’t allowed to bring my guns and knives. You see how well that went. If it wasn’t for me, majority of the people in this God forsaken ass city would be dead or on the streets starving. Im just humble enough to accept the silent ‘thank you’s’. 

We turn the corner and head down the long hallway with old white men hanging on the walls. Dead Presidents. What an honor that must be. “Gentleman, its been a pleasure,” I say as they stop and turn around, eyes wide. I snort, “Im not going to kill you,” I pause adding a dramatic effect, “I can make my way to Shepherds office from here.”

I watch the one to my right swallow hard and nod to his fellow colleague. They both walk back in the direction we came in without uttering a single word to me. Honestly, they could have walked me to his office, but I enjoy the quiet walk to get my thoughts together before talking with this hillbilly accent man. 

Slowly, I make my way - my ears perked as I hear voices. One is Shepherds, the other is Graves and I roll my eyes. I was right. But then theres another. A deep brit. 

“Ive already given the assignment to The Shadows, John,” I hear Shepherd say. 

“Whats so hard to understand about that?” Graves. I roll my eyes at his voice alone. Its straight arrogance. “Let the professionals handle it.”

My hand reaches out and touch the cracked door to Shepherds office. I wait to push it open, wanting to hear more of this conversation. 

“Call your men off,” I hear the brit say. From the tone, it wasn’t an offer, but a warning. 

I push on the door and make my way inside as six men stare at me. I take a few steps in and see two men leaned up against the wall to my right. One has a mohawk and is tapping the guy beside him on the chest like a kid who just seen his favorite super hero. The guy he’s tapping, is taller than him and wears a skull mask. Like me, everyone knows who he is - Ghost. 

As I take a few more steps, I realized that the whole Task Force 141 is in here - along with Graves and Shepherd. 

“Ah, Widow. Glad you could make it,” Shepherd says as he stands from his desk. What an honor…I roll my eyes. 

My ears perk when I hear the mohawk guy whispering, “Its her.” I grin to myself. Task Force 141 are some reputable guys. Ive seen them work in the field, they didn’t know I was there, but I was impressed. They’re some of the best of the best and for one of them to be fangirling over me, its quite comical. 

“Why am I here Shepherd?” I ask dryly. I don’t want to be here more than I have to. 

Shepherd clears his throat and sits back down at his desk. I feel eyes piercing at the side of my face and I cock my head to look and its Ghost. My eyes stare into his black ones and slowly go down from his vest, to his jeans and then boots. Impressive. 

“I have an assignment for you.” Why he’s acting secretive, I don’t know, but it annoys me. 

“Okay?” I say harsher than intended, but Im not going to correct myself. One thing I wont do is apologize to this man. Ever. And I don’t give a fuck how prideful that sounds. 

“Germany,” he says but pauses. I look over at him and he seems hesitant. “Theres intel that we need. He has valuable information regarding nuclear missiles with people who don’t take kindly to us Americans. The place is heavily guarded, but we need to be as stealthy as possible,” he pauses taking a sip of his coffee. “If word gets out with what were trying to do, it could be devastating. Find the target and eliminate him.”

I nod. Its right up my alley. 

“And another thing to add,” he continues, “Shadow Company will go with you. You could use their help.” 

“Why cant 141 go?” I ask. Really, I don’t care, but I'm being nosey. I can feel their eyes on me as the question leaves my lips. 

Shepherd looks at them and then to me, “Because theres only four of them. I’d feel more comfortable with more men.” 

I get it. Makes sense, but I’d trust them with my life more than I would Shadows - and I just met them.

Before I could say anything, Graves interrupts, “They’re on the way there now from Russia.” He has a shit eating grin on his face that I just want to carve off. He seems like the type of guy who wakes up and feels like he pisses excellence - when in fact, he probably pisses all over the place and has other people to clean it up. Arrogant piece of shit. “Now you’ll get a taste of what you're missing.” 

I snort. 

“Something funny?” Graves ask seeming offended. God he wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s been trying to get me to join ‘the winning side’ as long as I can remember. Shepherd too. I know he has this crush on me, but lets be real, its only to say he tagged the deadliest woman in the world. To feed his ego. Jokes on him, he couldn’t handle me.

Throw my head back and chuckle a bit, “You mean the fifteen men who were sent to Russia to retrieve this?” I say as I hold up a flash drive. Graves face pales and my pussy clenches. God, I love grabbing men who think they are the baddest by the balls. “Have you gotten in touch with them since?” My voice playful. 

“I sent them the coordinates,” he says through gritted teeth. 

“But did they confirm?” I counter. The tension in the room growing thicker by the second. 

Graves takes a step forward, “What the fuck did you do with my men?” Spit flying out of his mouth. 

Its a shame I wear a mask that covers all but my eyes because I wish he could see the look I have right now. I look down at my blood covered clothes and back up at him. His eyes following mine, “Im wearing them.” I had to make a pit stop before I went to the Tundra. It was on the way - at least thats what I told myself. 

Just to add icing to the cake, “I guess your men aren’t the professionals. Especially if one person can take them out.” I watch this mans face go from pale to beet red. I narrow my eyes at him as I watch his body start to shake. Good. He deserves it. 

“Widow,” I hear Shepherd call my name. 

Disregarding, I speak, “I’ll join 141.” They jerk their heads up at me, “That makes five,” I say as I look Shepherd in the eyes. “Send me the coordinates for the intel. Ill make sure we get the job done,” I finish as I look at Graves. 

I think everyone is in shock from either me taking out most of Graves team just for the fun of it, me working with a team or maybe a bit of both. “Do you need a ride?” I ask not to anyone in particular in the Task Force. The brit who was speaking with Shepherd earlier nods. “Perfect. You can ride with me.”

I turn on heel heading towards the door. I hear 141 behind me and I stop - which causes them to stop. “Oh, I almost forgot,” I say as I turn back around. The guys who are coming with me spread out creating me an opening directly to Graves. I reach into the bottom pocket of my pants and pull out bloody dog tags. I toss them to Graves and they land at his feet. His eyes shooting daggers at me, “Theres your men,” I say emphasizing men. 

I turn back around and walk out the door - 141 following behind me. 

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KING - (TWO)

KONIG

From the first time I saw her, I had to have her. Dead or alive, it doesn't matter. Dead, I would be the most feared man and a fucking legend. Alive, she would learn to love me and we could run the world ourselves. I just needed to play my cards right. So far, I’ve folded each hand. 

Ive sat back and waited - watched her from afar to know her. Figure her out. Knowing a person and how they operate is deadly enough, but being able to figure out a persons intentions before they do it, can make them a puppet on your hand. And I want her on her knees looking up into mine as she whimpers from my hands. You don’t know how many times I have fell asleep with multiple scenarios of how I am going to make that happen. 

Most fear me. I would too if I seen a 6’10 guy heading straight at me with nothing but pure anger through the soulless windows on his face. Granted, thats the only thing that you will ever see on me - unless I let you. Even then, its a death sentence. Everyone knows who I am, just like Widow. Im the Colonel of Kortac. A war machine that stops at nothing to get shit done…and to get who I want. 

“Any luck?” My right hand man, Three asks me. 

“No, but where close,” I respond. He got the name Three because he wears glasses and one of the lenses he lost in combat. Still to this day, he only has one lens. He’s my sniper and funny thing is, the eye he depends on is the lensless eye. Ironic. 

Three nods at me and I look back through my scope. Im feeling my balls off out here in the fucking snow. We followed Widow down here. I got a lead saying she was headed in this direction to take care of someone - but from the looks of it, she seems to be a bit greedy. 

A woman with an appetite. I like it.

“You know she isn’t going to come willingly,” Three says reminding me of how desperate I am.

I give a low chuckle, “I don’t give a fuck if she comes willingly. I’ll drag her by her hair for however long I see fit until she realizes my side is the winning side.” I give a brief pause, looking at her slice a guys throat open. The others in front not even knowing whats about to happen. “But best believe,” I say looking over at Three, “She’s going to be coming regardless.” 

The breathy laugh he gives tells me he knows I'm not talking about walking or following me anywhere. I look back through my scope as I hear shots fired in the distance. She toyed with he first two, now she’s ready to wrap this shit up. 

“When do you want to move in?” Three asks. 

I wait a few seconds before answering, “Not today. Its not the right time.” I hear him exhale an aggravated sigh, “Trust me, I want to - but I need her right where I want her.” And an open area is not it. 

From what I have witnessed, she is a goddess where men bow at her feet and plead with their lives just for her to take it. She gives no mercy and whether its open area or close combat, you’re going to die either way - or at least wish you were dead. She’s immaculate at both, but you have a zero chance of surviving in the open. 

One of her tactics I have noticed is she preys on her prey. She likes playing with her food before she takes a bite - which ironically is something I also enjoy. And something she will soon find out. She makes her opponent weak, giving her the upper hand - but there have been occasions where she digs right in and heads straight for dessert. Fuck the main meal - kind of like today. She toyed with he first two, then shot the rest before going to the vehicles. 

She fascinates me. Always had. A woman of all people who outranks any man when they are in her presence is hot enough, but one that anyone in the world knows and fears - it makes my dick hard just thinking about it. Thats true power. She lives her life in secret and no matter how often you search, you will never find anything on her. Just her name…Widow. 

“Why she leave the door open?” Three asks pulling me from my thoughts. Fuck what they have said about us men with it being cold outside. Im quite the opposite and could say that my dick is frozen, thats how hard she makes me. 

I look back through my scope and chuckle, “She’s playing with her food.” I can see out of the corner of my eye Three look at me, “I bet any amount of money that there is someone in there who is on the brink of dying.” 

“So why doesn’t she just kill them?” Ah, the questions we all want to know. I know, not because I asked, but because I have the same demented mind as she does. Suffering. 

Without taking my eye off her as I watch her get into the first SUV that crashed, “Theres nothing better than watching the life drain from someones eyes. Someone who doesn’t deserve to live. Better yet, hearing their screams in the distance because something else has done the work for you.” I remove my face from the scope and look into Three’s icy blue eyes, “We started the timer on their life, but were not the ones who stop it and God knows how long it will take. The longer the better.”

Three has been around me to know how I am and how sick in the mind I can be, but watching a woman do it, its unheard of. Sure, theres women in the field who torture the people they capture, but nothing compares to her. And I think thats why everyone is so fucking scared of her or will barely mention her name. She’s fucking ruthless and the shit she does to people makes the hardest men in the fields squirm. But me, I crave it. I need more. 

Three looks back through his scope and I hear the sound of whipping coming though the air. I point my rifle up and see a helicopter heading this way. Nikolai. He lands the helo and I watch him help her load her things up. She stands there for a few minutes and I can tell they are exchanging words. A strike of jealousy runs through me. Soon is what I have to keep telling myself. 

They both load in the helo and take off in the same direction Nik came. Once I know were in the clear, I motion for Three to get up and we head towards the SUVs. I want to know what caused my little devil to come out here. 

Three and I make our way to the murder scene - the temperature dropping steadfast. Our boots crunch in the thick snow and its coming down heavier now. “Go ahead and call Jay for exile.” Three nods and clicks the coms on his vest and tells Jay to come pick us up. 

I reach the first SUV to us - the second one to crash - and take a peek inside. A man sits in the back seat with blood seeping out of his stomach and also both of his knees. Ouch. 

“Ple-Please!” He begs. Tears and snot running down his face. His skin now pale - even grey looking. It wont be long. “Please help me!”

Before I can ask, Three speaks up, “What happened?” 

The man seems baffled that were asking questions instead of helping him like he pleaded. “Th-This crazy bit-“ I don’t give him time to finish the sentence before I shoot a bullet between his eyes. Regardless what her reasoning was, she did it for a reason, but nobody is going to speak about my girl like that. 

Three doesn’t even question me as to why I did it. He stopped asking me shit years ago and I guess he just realized on day, I do whatever the fuck I want to do. Just like a king does. I may not be an heir or royalty, but Kortac is my fucking kingdom and I am the ruler of it all. 

I walk to the first SUV and see a man slumped over in the driver seat. He’s alive, but barely. I recognize him. His face has came across my screen before. Robert Eager. First time I read his name, I snorted to myself. His parents fucking hated him. 

He slowly lifts his head off the steering wheel and looks in my direction - his eyes growing wide when he sees me. Just like Widow, everyone knows who I am too. A black loose mask with two bleached lines under my eyes - as if im crying blood and it dried. The one. The only. Konig. 

Robert begins to shake his head and I know thats a silent plea. Like most, I don’t give a fuck when your life is in my hands. I smirk, knowing he can’t tell except for my eyes squinting. I’ll leave this one to suffer. He deserves it, but even to me thats a loose punishment. 

Once again, Three doesn’t question and by this time, Jay is dropping the helo. We board and he asks where were headed. I pull out my phone from my from vest and click on my tracking app. While my little devil was toying with her prey, I was toying with her. 

“Back to base,” I tell him and put my phone back in my vest. Its almost time for us to personally meet and I feel that its going to be a fight. I feel my dick rubbing against my pants just thinking about how its probably going to go - and I hope its as rough as I picture it to be.

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KING - (ONE)

• LILLITH •

When I tell you my day couldn’t get any.fucking.better – I mean that will every ounce of sarcasm left in me. Why I decided to take a contract in the middle of the fucking Tundra is beyond me. Oh, I know. I love the thrill. I love being caught in the action. Watching grown men who thought they were the biggest and baddest asses on this Earth piss themselves when they see me will never get old. In fact, thats better than sex.

Being the best operator in the field with the most kills – not in the Country, but in the entire world does something to a woman. And the beauty of all of it, nobody knows what I look like. Well, alive to tell it anyway. I like my private life. Nobody will ever recognize me without my mask – but with my mask, everyone knows who I am. And I also love that. It’s the best of both worlds. What more could a girl ask for?

The cold bit through my thermal gear as I lay against the white snow. My sniper set up with a grey and white cloth on top to cover all the darkest parts. Cant have my position blown while I’m out in the open. That would be embarrassing. I’ve been laying here for almost 5 hours – not able to move and my bladder is about to burst. If my target doesn’t hurry up, I may say fuck it and settle for hand-to-hand combat. It beats lying on the freezing ground.

Robert Eager. The guy’s name is just as stupid as his actions. His lucky name landed in my lap and landed across the United States blacklist for an inexcusable organization. Child Trafficking. As soon as my eyes scanned across the words, my stomach turned into knots. One thing I will never understand is how someone could do that to any human – let alone a child. This guy will be one of the many that I enjoy taking the life from. To say I’m eager, is an understatement.

I check the watch on my right wrist – 17:46. The sun is starting to set, making my position even more untraceable. One of Roberts facilities is here in the Tundra – smart man. Making it to where it’s almost impossible to get to due to the weather and the extremities that come with it.

Almost.

I’ve been in far worse situations than this and I promise you one thing, I will find a fucking way. When it comes to children, there are no excuses. Shit gets done – even if that means it takes my last breath. I took it doing the right thing.

Movement through my scope makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand. Adrenaline shoots through me as my day, well evening just got a whole lot better. Head lights from one of Roberts SUVs beam across the wintery surface. The beauty of snow and flat land is you can see for miles.

I adjust the zoom on my scope and watch the sleazy fucker exit out of the bunker – a wide smile on his face as he shakes the hands of two other men. Who? I don’t know, but they seem a little too happy for me – so they can meet the same miserable fate as Mr. Eager. Is it part of the contract? No, but I also don’t take orders from anyone. I work for myself and if someone has an issue, they can address it with a less qualified operator.

My heart rate picks up as Robert gets into the first SUV and the other two men get into the one behind him. Friends? Acquaintances? Buyers? Don’t know, but they will all have the same title in the next ten minutes. Dead.

Roberts SUV comes to life and heads towards me. The other one following close behind. I’m about a mile away with my ‘baby’. As coincidental as it may be, my sniper rifle is one of the best – The Tundra. She goes with me anywhere I go, and nothing gets past her .308 self.

Headlights illuminate me, but to the naked eye I’m invisible. I take a deep breath and hold as the cross hairs on my scope align with the grill of the SUV. I pull the trigger, and a faint sound echoes through the air as Roberts SUV veers off the snowy road and into the tree line. Immediately, I fire another at the second SUV, and it takes the same fate.

Once the SUVs come to a stop, eight men exit out of the vehicles – four with each. All of them with their guns drawn. Some of them with pistols and others with sub machine guns. All looking around trying to find me. Jokes on them, I’m the ghost of Christmas past.

I draw in another breath and fire at one of the men with a pistol in hand. Red and yellow splatter behind him and coat the ground. Thank God for thermal scopes. The other seven men tense and grip their guns a little tighter looking straight ahead towards me. The shitty thing about sniping is your position gets known after your shoot.

I get to my feet as quietly as I can and run outwards towards the crash site. I don’t want to run at them head on and get swissed, so were going to play a little game of “surprise-n-die”. One of my favorites.

I watch through my black and white night vision as the men cautiously head towards where I once was. Some bodyguards.

“Theres no way anyone knew about this site.” His voice even sounds fucking ugly. “Fuck!”

Yeah, fuck is right.

I look towards to SUVs, and I only see three men in both vehicles. Perfect. I sneak up behind the man closest to me as my fingers wrap around my hooked knife strapped to my thigh. She’s a nasty bitch. I quickly cover his mouth with my free hand and pull his head back towards me. His body tenses as fight or flight kick in – but not quick enough. I bring my blade towards his throat and pull. Tendons, muscles and tissue separate quickly from the intrusion. His warm blood coats my hand as his body jerks forward. I can feel his hands fly up to his neck, but there’s no fixing that. Hes fucked.

I roll my eyes as he falls to his knees – his hands trying to hold in the blood, but its seeping through his fingers. Overdramatic much?

“The fuck was that?” the man several feet in front of him says. The beauty about the Tundra, when there’s no light, its pitch fucking black. “Rocky?”

I almost chuckled hearing the terror in his voice. “Rocky? Man, stop fucking with me.”

My next target, number six, stops as the rest keep walking. Were these guys even trained or did Robert find them at some random place and put a gun in their hands…because Jesus Christ. “Rocky?”

I step closer to where he can barely make me out, “Sorry, Rocky isn’t available.” Before he had time to react, I stabbed him in the dick and immediately slit his throat as well. The dick was personal. I don’t know if he touched the kids like that, but I’m guessing the worst. I watch him as he falls to his knees and look ahead. The rest of the guys stop and look back.

I roll my neck as I put my knife back and grab my pistols. Each strapped against my thighs. Its getting cold and I’m ready to go. I raise both guns and fire a single bullet into each guy’s head. I’m not in the mood for any more formalities.

I head back to the SUVs and start with the one with the two men. I reholster my left pistol but keep a tight grip on my right. I swing the door open, the interior light illuminating the two men – both with wide eyed faces as I point my gun at them.

“Who the fuck are you?” I don’t have time to pussy foot around. Rocky’s blood was starting to make my hand go numb from the cold.

“I-I” That’s all the closest one could get out before I fired a round through his skull. His blood and brains painting the guy sitting beside him.

I exhale a frustrated breath, “I didn’t ask for a fucking speech impediment. Who the fuck are you?”

“Paul.”

Quick and to the point. I like it.

“Okay, Paul,” I start, “Tell me what I want to know.”

He goes to speak, but I cut him off, “And don’t ask any questions or fuck with me. The more detail the better. The better the detail, the more I’m willing to let you live.”

“I’m here on business,” He blurts out. “Look, I have a wife and kids! I’ll pay yo-.” The guy couldn’t even finish the sentence before I fired a round into his stomach. A wife AND kids?! I did all of them a favor. Any man wanting to fuck and touch little kids doesn’t deserve to have the family life.

The man screamed out and I shot two more rounds into both of his knees. His loud pleas turning silent. Tears streamed down his face as he hyperventilated from the trauma. I left the door open as I walked over to the SUV that Robert was in. I could hear the family man cursing my name for everything he thought I was worth. He’ll either freeze to death or an animal will rip him apart within the next several hours. I did my good deed for keeping the door open allowing them to get in and supplying the scent of blood.

The wonderful circle of life.

Roberts SUV tries to come to life, but that .308 bullet going through the motor doesn’t stand a chance. The engine whines and whines, but never turns over. I jerk open the passenger door and climb in – my pistol still gripped in my right hand.

“So, where we going?” I love toying with my contracts before I kill them. It lightens the mood.

With spit flying out of his mouth and teeth grit, “Fuck you, you stupid bitch!”

I place my left hand over my heart and give him puppy dog eyes, “Robert, you hurt my feelings.”

“You don’t have feelings,” he counters quickly. “Anyone who can kill people for a fucking living doesn’t have feelings.”

I throw my head back and laugh, “Anyone who takes innocent children away from their families to sell them is far worse than me. I have my skeletons Robert, but you, you have demons.”

And there it is, the nervous bead of sweat that starts across the forehead. “I’ll pay you.” Hes desperate.

“How much?” I’ll bite.

Seeing a sliver of relief across his face made me smile beneath my mask, “Fifteen million.”

Holy shit. That’s the most anyone has ever offered me and if I’m being honest, that’s five times the amount I’m getting paid for. “Deal.”

Robert jerked his back, I’m assuming he wasn’t expecting me to take the deal, “So you’re not going to kill me?”

I lower my gun, “Scouts honor,” I say holding up my hand. Robert pulls out his phone and I watch as he navigates through his banking apps. He clicks on a green icon and looks over at me, “Y-you have information for me to send it.”

Its comical how bad the phone is shaking in his hand, “Yeah, my routing is 956287413”. He puts the numbers in with the exact amount of fifteen million and presses send. After a few seconds, it goes through with confirmation.

Roberts body relaxes as he slumps against the seat. I sit up and open the door, “Pleasure doing business with you Mr. Eager.” The snow crunches under my boots as I get out of the SUV and the cold wraps around me once again.

Our eyes lock and I raise my pistol and fire two rounds into each of his thighs. He immediately jolts forward and screams, “You fucking bitch! We had a deal!”

“I’m honoring my deal Mr. Eager. I said I wouldn’t kill you. Those are flesh wounds,” I say with a smirk. I go walk off, but stop, “Oh, I almost forgot,” I say as I point my pistol towards him, “I have one round left,”. I fire the last round at his chest. I’m sure I grazed his heart, but it wasn’t dead center. I’m a woman of my word. I didn’t kill him.

I walk off, leaving the door open like I did the other SUV. I can hear small whimpers coming from the family man – it wont be much longer. I reach for the radio on my vest, “Hey Nik, come pick me up.”

Nikolai is one of my oldest friends and a damn good pilot. When I need him he’s there. Hes tried talking me into joining an operators group - Task Force 141, but I work best alone. Don’t get me wrong, those guys are the best of the best. I’ve seen them operate. They never knew I was there, but I was impressed.

“Be there in two,” Nik replied. That really means he’ll be here in less than a minute.

I walk back over to where my sniper rifle is, pick it up and assemble it back in the case. The roar of helicopter blades vibrates through my gear and my chest.

“I thought you said you were ready!” He yells as he gets out of the helicopter.

I walk over to him and he takes my sniper case. “I thought you said you were two minutes out!”

Nik gives me a wink and I climb into the back of the helo and grab my headset.

Without giving me time to adjust my headset, Nik says, “Shepherd wants to see you.”

I roll my eyes as I get settled in the passenger seat of the helo beside Nik. “About?”

“You know he cant tell me, Lil.”

Nik is one of the few that know my real name. Everyone else knows me by my call sign: Widow. Trust me, I didn’t give myself that name – everyone else did. I’m the mystery woman everyone wants their hands on.

I take in a deep breath, “Fine.”

Nik brings the helo to life and I set the coordinates to Washington D.C. I hate Shepherd, but he gives me contracts and pays me. It’s strictly personal business, but I have a feeling he is wanting to change that.

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KING

You worked alone, but overhearing a conversation made you consider a team just this once. Being the most feared and skilled operator had its perks - but it also had a long list of enemies ready to have your head as a trophy. One enemy in particular stopping at nothing. He was going to have you one way or another - and there was no denying him. There was no denying Konig.

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Devour Me - Chapter 12

               “She was my mother too.”

               The words molted into your brain like lava molts against the soft Earths floor. Alessa’s words replayed over and over as you felt your world spiral. “Th-theres no way,” you say to her shaking your head. “Make it make sense.”

               Alessa looks over at you, “Its something I am still trying to figure out. Time stood still here but as they tried to ‘cleanse’ my mother of being a witch, she ended up pregnant – luckily, no one knew about it until after the fact.”

               One word escaped your lips, “How?”

               “I don’t know.” Alessa’s eyes pierced over at you, “What do you remember of your childhood, Ally?”

               You swallowed hard. Thinking back, you cant remember much of your childhood. Your earliest memory was your teenage years. You had tried hard to think back and delve deep in your mind of your life as a kid, but each time you would get a migraine and your whole body felt as if it was lit on fire – everything hurt.

               “I don’t remember.”

               “Think harder.” You could hear a bit of desperation on Alessa’s voice.

               You swallowed hard as your eyes locked with hers, then to Pyramid Head before closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath. As you exhaled the breath from your lungs, faint memories started coming to you, but it almost seemed like something you dreamt of. “Loud,” was the first thing you said. “With lots of people.”

               The memory was becoming clearer. You couldn’t see where, but the commotion was deafening. You couldn’t move, like you were being held back. “I cant move.” You could tell you were surrounded by people. Angry people that were taller than you – but you couldn’t make out any faces. “Theres yelling. Angry people.”

               “What are they wearing?” Alessa’s voice making the memory come back a little more clearer.

               Your brows furrow as you think harder, but this time the migraine is not there. “Torn clothes. Like they have been wearing them for a long time.”

               “Why cant you move?”

               “I-I don’t know. Its like someone is holding me back. Or protecting me.” The words protecting me, send a chill down your spine. “Wait.” You fought harder to get a clearer picture.

               “Witch!”

               “Burn them all!”

               “Her and her children have plagued this place!”

               You shook your head back and forth. Panic shot through you as you tried to open your eyes, but you couldn’t. “No,” you whisper out. The sea of people surrounding you parted ways and a lady dressed in red walked towards you.

               “Take her and the child,” she snarled. “Take them both down below. Find the other child and lock her down there as well,” she says as she turns her back to you. “Tomorrow, tomorrow we will be cleansed.”

               You felt another set of hands on you and your eyes flew open as you gasped for air. “They knew,” you said.

               “Who?”

               “The church. They knew about me,” you say still gasping for air.

               “No. They didn’t know about you until after you were taken out of Silent Hill,” Alessa says looking at you confused.

               “I was in a room full of people,” you start, “and that fucking red lady was there. She told them to take ‘them’ down below and grab the other child and bring her down too.”

               “Ally.” You could hear it in Alessa’s voice. You didn’t respond back. “That was me. That happened to me.”

               You take in a ragged breath, “That’s what I saw.” Alessa throws her head back. “I just want to know what the hell is going on. Why cant I remember things about…me?”

               “I told you what is going on. Our mother made a curse when she was being burned. Its going to take both you and I to break it,” Alessa pauses, “And im not breaking it. They deserve to die.”

               “What about me?! I didn’t sign up for this!” You said as you stand up. You see Pyramid Head shift out of the corner of your eye.

               “Careful Ally,” Alessa warns. “He may have feelings for you, but he is still my protector.”

               “Fuck you,” you spit as you walk towards the door.

               You hear Alessa laugh, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

               Still walking you say, “I could give a fuck less what you think I should do. I need some fresh air anyway.”

               “Ally.” It was a warning, but when did you ever follow the rules. You placed your hand on the door handle and flung the door open, stomping your way down the hallway trying to find the closest exit out of this disgusting Hospital. You needed space to process all this. You need air to cleanse your lungs rather the dusty molded walls of the Hospital.

               Halfway down the corridor you were walking, the sound of screeching perked your ears. You stop and turn halfway to see Pyramid Heading taking up most of the space around him. “Im not escaping!” You shout, “I just need some damn air!”

               You go to turn back to keep walking, but his footsteps pick up and sound heavier. The hair on the back of your neck stood up knowing that the change in his walking indicated just how pissed off he was. A loud bang made you jump as the walls around you shook. He had dropped his sword and was coming at you in a rage of fury.

               Fear went through you and you started walking faster. You dared not to run, knowing that would for sure set him off and you knew without a shadow of a doubt that he could outrun you – regardless how heavy his helm was.

               You come up on a doorway to your right. The room is open with a broken window and you dart inside – not bothering to shut the door. It wouldn’t do any good anyway. You sprint towards the window and poke your head out. The fog is still just as thick and you cant tell which floor of the Hospital you are on, but breathing in outside air again, eased you.

               Pyramid Head stormed inside the room and before you could protest or defend yourself, he grabbed you by the back of your neck and threw you onto the bed the sat against the wall. “I just needed some air!” The grunt that came from him told you he didn’t care.

               “Pyramid Hea- “. You couldn’t even get his name out before his hand enclosed around your throat. The grunts coming from him were different than they normally were. They were deeper. Raspier.

               Primal.

               His other hand grabs your clothes and rips them off you. Ripped fabric leaving red marks across your skin. His thick fingers roughly enter your tight pussy without any warning – making you arch your back and your pink walls flutter. It doesn’t take long as he pumps his fingers in and out of you for his fingers to become coated in your slick arousal.

               He knows your body. He knows cutting off your air supply will make you bend to his will any way that he wants you. Your eyes start rolling in the back of your head as his fingers roughly devour you. Squelching noises from your wet pussy fill your ears and it makes him pump into you harder. Faster. You feel your walls contract and the sudden urge to pee overwhelms you, but you welcome it.

               Pyramid Head lets go of your throat and you take in the deepest breath you can and scream immediately as the orgasm rips through you. You hear how wet hes made you and can feel yourself squirt all over his hand – making it run down your ass and onto the bed, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking you hard with his fingers.

               Your hands reach down and grab his wrist, a silent plea to stop and that you cant take anymore. He removes your hands from him with his other hand and continues to pump his thick fingers into your drenched pussy.

               “Please!” you moan out, “Please! I cant take anymore.”

               He grunts louder and you feel another wave of having to pee and the more you fight it, the faster it comes. You squirt all over Pyramid Heads hand again, but in the midst of soaking his hand again, he quickly pulls out his fingers and shoves his thick cock into you. Making your screams go silent. It was too much pleasure.

               Just like his fingers, he fucked you hard and rough. He finally let go of your wrists and you immediately wrapped them around his neck, bringing him closer to you. His grunts coming from his helm filled your ears and made your wet pussy flutter around his dick. With each flutter, his thrust became harder – to the point your pelvis was hurting. But it was painful pleasure. Something you would never complain about.

               “Don’t stop,” you breath out a moan, “I need it. I need you.”

               Those words sent him over the edge as he buries his cock deep in your pussy and grunts hard. You feel his warm cum fill you and your walls clench around him – milk out every last drop of cum he gives you. He stays inside you for a few minutes as your eyes grow heavier. You thought you needed space, but this…this is what you truly needed.

               Pyramid Head pulls out of you and watches as your eyes close and your breathing evens out. He loved how feisty you were, but this was his favorite version of you. At peace and all because of him. He fixed the apron around his waist and then scooped you up – your head resting against his shoulder.

               “She suits you.” Pyramid Head looked towards Alessa. “No I wasn’t standing here watching you,” she says with a grin. “Take her back to your place and you both get some rest. Weve got planning to do.”

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Devour Me - Chapter 11

               The weight of the world felt like it weighed on your shoulders. How stupid could you possibly be? How could you fuck up the one person who everyone feared in this soulless town? You kept the distance between you two, but the hair on the back of your neck still standing up from the demonic creatures who wanted to tear the skin off your body. You were certain if there was anymore of a gap between you and Pyramid Head, they wouldn’t hesitate – so you decided to close the gap between you and him just a little bit.

               His footsteps shook the hospital with every step he took. You didn’t know where you were going and as far as you knew, he was taking you to the place to finally rid himself of his burdens. You. Your stomach twisted at the thought of being killed by him. You couldn’t deny that you had caught feelings and the stupid stunt you pulled only made your overthinking brain worse.

               Your mind went elsewhere and delved deeper into your mind. You lived a lonely life before you got to Silent Hell, so really being brought here was kind of a saving grace. A fuck up one, sure, but a saving grace.

               Your body crashed into something hard – startling you from your thoughts. You jumped back and looked up. It was him. “Sorry,” you whispered out. Your arms wrapped around your body. A dead giveaway of your anxiety.

               He cocked his head to the side to look at you, but not much. Just enough to show his annoyance of you not paying attention. You swallowed hard as you noticed his muscles tensing and then you looked past him to see rusted double doors. This was it.

               Pyramid Head pushed open the doors and the screeching of metal on metal pierced your ears. You quickly covered your ears with your hands and shut your eyes. “WHERE ARE WE,” you shout out at him over the sound, but just as you started shouting, he stopped pushing the doors and the screeching stopped. “Going?”

               He doesn’t answer you and you knew it was pointless to ask, but it was killing you not knowing if this was the end of the road for you or a new beginning. “If you’re going to kill me, just go ahead and get it over with. I can’t stand the suspense.” Your tone coming out a mixture of anxiety and aggravated.

               Pyramid Head ignores you and keeps walking as if you’re not there. At least where he’s headed is lit more than where you two have been at. You jog forward to close the distance between you two – but its mainly so nothing tries to grab you because you knew he would probably let the other creatures kill you.

               “Can you at least,” you pause, trying to find the words, “I don’t know, do something! Stop ignoring me!” That came out a little louder and harsher than you expected. You hated being ignored and it lit a fucking fire deep in you.

               Just as you inhaled to say something else, the same breath you breathed in was harshly taken from you. Pyramid Head grabbed you by your throat and pushed you against the hard concrete wall. Your fingers clung to his wrist as your fingernails dug into his skin. Fresh blood seeping out of half-crescent shaped moons from your nails.

               “He doesn’t like betrayal,” a voice said. It was her. Alessa.

               Your head pounded from lack of oxygen and also from the iron grip he had on your throat. You could feel your face heating up and your lips swelling from the blood building up. You mouthed ‘please’, and Pyramid Heads grip tightened. Your vision blackened and your ears thumped with your heartbeat.

               “He may be a monster to some, but when it comes to you, he does feel. I told you this earlier and you act is if you could care less. So, he could care less.” You could barely hear her words, but they felt like a knife in the chest. “Don’t mistake his kindness for weakness Ally,” she continued, “Because he can show you just how weak he really is.”

               You retracted your nails from him and instead, replaced them with your fingertips. You stopped struggling and allowed yourself to melt right into his grasp. Trust was something you struggled with, but you couldn’t think of one time where Pyramid Head broke your trust. He protected you. He brought you to Alessa just like you asked and he has never done that with anyone. It was you who was biting the hand that was feeding you and now the hand was fighting back.

               You were on the verge of passing out, when you felt his grasp loosen. You gasped in as much air as he allowed and that’s when you realized he was the one in control, you just needed to trust that he will keep you from harms way. Tears filled your eyes at the realization and from lack of oxygen.

               “What id give to be you,” Alessa says. “I’ve never seen my Executioner so…in love.”

               In love?

               Butterflies swarmed in your belly as the words replayed in your head. You could hear Pyramid Heads breathing pick up from the four-letter word leaving Alessa’s mouth. Pyramid Head lets go of your throat and you lunge forward and land on your knees – chest heaving as you take in as much air as you can.

               Pyramid Head stands there before you, looking down at your submissive state. You catch your breath as much as you can, and you look up at him. A deep growl radiates from his helm seeing you there on your knees before him.

               A giggle breaks the silence and the tension in the room as Alessa walks past you both and heads into the living area. It looks like this used to be some sort of office. It’s big, maybe it was the director’s office of the hospital, but its set up like a little apartment. Alessa walks over to a love seat and sits down with a grin on her face – eyes pierced right at you.

               Pyramid Head continues to stand there, but notions with his helm for you to take the chair that is across from the love seat. Obediently, you get up and sit in the chair like you were ‘told’ to do.

               “This town has a dark history,” Alessa says. Her gaze has drifted away from you and out towards the two windows on the far side of the wall behind you. You look over at Alessa and there is no emotion in her eyes. “They blame me for what happened to this town.”

               “Who?” you ask.

               She snorts and her eyes go back to you, “The church.” You furrow your brows as confusion spreads across your face. “Fifty-six years ago, there was a coal mining explosion in this town. I was eleven at the time and everything went to shit.”

               You draw your legs up to your chest and rest your head on your arms that you crossed on top of your knees. “There was something demonic down there that cursed this town. It was like time stopped and the world went to shit. Creatures crawled out of the cracks at night and never went back to where they came from. They tore people’s skin from their bodies. Their screams used to haunt me.”

               “For some reason,” she continues, “They never went inside the church. So obviously, people flocked there – me being one of them.”

               You look over and see Pyramid Heads muscles tighten. “For some reason, they never seem to bother me, and talk came about. The people of the church said I was the one who could cleanse the spirits of this town and the one who can break this curse.” You swallowed hard. “I think you know where I’m headed next.”

               You took in a sharp breath realizing the same torture they put you through is the same torture Alessa went through. “They fed me the same bullshit how I was the one who could fix everything,” she says as she gets off the love seat. “Just like they did you.”

               “I’m sorry tha-,” you go to say.

               “Don’t finish that sentence,” Alessa says through gritted teeth. “I’m not sorry at all. In fact, it made me who I am today and gave me a reason to do what I need to do.”

               You lower your head, looking at your fingernails, “But what does this has to do with me? I’m a nobody. I don’t understand how you and I are connected. I can feel the connection, but please help me understand my purpose with all of this.” It also came out like a plea.

               “You have a choice to make in the end. Lets hope you make the right one,” Alessa says.

               A frustrated sigh leaves you, “What fucking choice? I don’t understand a damn thing with this town and how its connected to me.”

               Alessa walks back over and sits on her love seat, “There was a woman who was taken to the church when the town was in an uproar. They casted her as a witch and blamed her for the dread that happened in the town. They tied her to a wooden post inside the church and burned her alive.”

               You gasp.

               “As the woman was burning, she never screamed out to make it stop. She never pleaded to end it all right then. But she did say one thing that has always stuck with me,” she pauses. “She said, ‘When I take my last breath, it will be split in two. And they will wreak havoc on you all.’”

               “Alessa,” you say, “I still don’t understand what this has to do with me. Can you please stop speaking in riddles and just tell me?”

               “Does the name Veronica Adams ring a bell?” she asks with a smirk.

               I jerk my head back as I stare back at her, “She was my mother.”

               “She was my mother too.”

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Run For Me - SEVEN

What the fuck have I done? I chase after him – grabbing his hand to hold him back as his boot hits the first step. Without turning around, he snatches his hand back and proceeds to the second floor. Each step of his slow and calculated.

               I run past him and turn around to face him halfway up, “I’m sorry, okay? Please don’t do this.” His eyes glare into mine with one meaning behind them. Kill. “Look, I’ll put their bodies up like you asked. Just please,” I take a deep breath, “Please leave Callie alone.”

               His eyes move from my left and right eyes. He waits a few seconds to respond. The silence killing me, “Move.”

               Fuck.

               I shake my head, “No. I cant let you do this.”

               He snorts. The fucker actually snorts like this is some joke and without hesitation, he grabs my arms places them over his shoulder and lifts me up. His shoulder resting against my stomach.

               “Put me down!” I scream as my fists collide with his back. He does nothing but keep walking up the stairs. Not even a grunt or anything. I keep pounding on his back and then a sharp sting to my ass causes me to stiffen.

               “Shut the fuck up Chloe,” he says harshly.

               I don’t listen because when do I ever listen…fully?

               I continue to beat against his hard back, even as he gets to the second floor of this house. I’m going to die anyway, so what’s the point in kissing ass or sucking dick? He goes right – headed towards Callies room. I lift my head to watch the door to my room slowly get further and further away.

               “Please! Don’t do this!” I yell as he stops just a few feet from Callies room. He roughly removes me from over his shoulder – gripping my arms as I land harshly on the wooden floor to keep me from falling.

               “All you had to do was what I asked. Now, her blood will be on your hands.” Its not a threat. Its not fucking around to get me to do what he needs me to do. It’s a goddamn promise.

               “I-I’ll do it, okay? I-I-I promise. Whatever you want me to do from now on, I’ll do it,” I cant stop the damn stuttering. “I-I’ll be your good girl like you want me to be.” I drop my head down as the last sentence goes past my lips.

               His hand grabs a fistful of my hair and jerks my head back – a loud gasp coming out of me. He takes a step closer, towering over me, “Open. The fucking. Door.”

               My lips tremble, but the tears don’t come. His eyes divert from mine to my trembling lips and I watch as his pupils dilate. He lets go of my hair and I slowly turn around to face Callies door. I reach out with a shaking hand to the doorknob and slowly turn.

               The doorknob creaks as my hand turns – telling anyone who’s around just how long this place has been here. When I can’t turn the knob anymore, I slowly pull it towards me. I keep my eyes pointed down – too afraid of what I’m going to see.

               Once the door is fully open, he grabs my hair again and forces me to look up. I swallow hard as I see Callie tied to her bed by her wrists and ankles. I try to shake my head, but his death grip in my hair would cause strands to fall out.

               “Walk,” he says through gritted teeth.

               “Chloe.” Callies voice barely above a whisper. I sniffle back a tear. I refuse to cry in this situation. A part of me puts the blame on myself, but another part of me says that’s fucking stupid since we came here for a vacation. Not a murder mystery.

               “Callie,” I say back in the same octave. I try to take a step forward, but the masked man holds me in place. He steps closer to me, so his body is once again flush with mine.

               “Are you going to listen?” he asks darkly.

               I nod my head.

               He pulls my hair harder back to him and a breathy moan leaves my lips. I hear a discreet growl radiate through him as he brings his covered mouth next to my ear, “I said are you going to listen?”

               “Yes sir.” It comes out just enough for only him and I to hear.

               “Louder.”

               I swallow hard and take in a shaky breath, “Yes sir.” This time loud enough for everyone, including River and Jordan to hear…if they were alive.

               My eyes find Callies, and she is looking at me scared and confused. Something hard and cold touching my hand causes me to flinch. I try to look down, but he still holds me in place. “Take care of it.” He releases my hair and steps away from me.

               I look down and gasp. The knife he used on me last night that brought me so much pleasure, he wants me to cause so much pain. My chest tightens at the impossible task he is wanting from me. My breathing becomes heavier as my hands shake.

               “Chloe.” I look up at Callie – tears streaming down her face, “Don’t do this, Chloe.”

               I don’t want to do this.

               I stand there – feet glued to the floor, “You have sixty seconds.” His voice causing me to jump, and I almost drop the knife.

               I take a step forward – my whole body shaking. With each slow step, Callie frantically pulls against her restraints. “Chloe, stop,” she sobs. Her words coming out broken.

               “Thirty,” his voice reminding me of the time frame.

               I stop just beside the bed – his words replaying over in my mind.

               ‘Now, her blood will be on your hands.’

               He meant literally.         

               “Twenty.”

               Twenty seconds to kill my roommate. My best friend. The one who has known me since elementary school. The one who has held me while I cried. The mother of the group…killed by…me.

               I raise the knife and Callies eyes widen. I bring the knife down against the rope holding her wrist – freeing that hand. I wait for a second, just to see what he does. Nothing. He stands there – eyes intently on me.

               “Ten”

               I quickly cut the rope by her leg on my side and put one knee on the bed to lean over and cut the other ropes. He didn’t give me instructions to kill her, he told me to take care of it. Once the ropes are cut, Callie quickly gets up and throws her legs over the side of the bed I’m on.

               She goes to stand and grabs me in a hug – sobbing as her shoulders shake. She takes in a deep breath to speak, but words don’t come out. I grab her shoulders and lean my head back to look at her face. Her eyes are wide, and she looks as if she’s frozen.

               A river of red slowly makes it way down the front of her face. I scream and let her go – her body falling face forward with an axe sticking out of her skull. I shake my head not understanding how I didn’t hear it hit her.

               I guess being that worked up on making sure she was okay, fucked up my other senses. I quickly back up. The blood on my hands from earlier dried and flaking off as I bring them to cover my mouth. My back hits the wall with a thud and my eyes quickly divert to him. He’s staring at me with pure anger.

               I didn’t listen.   

               “Chloe, Chloe, Chloe,” he says as he makes his way over to me slowly. I have nowhere to go. If I was to run, he would grab me before I could even make it out of the room. The door to the bathroom is on the other side of the room, so I would have to cross over the bed and again, it would be a failed attempt.      

               My breathing picks as he gets closer to me. As soon as I blink, he’s standing directly before me. His hand grabs the knife in my hand and snatches it away. “This was your fault.”

               And just like the bi-polar person I am, the rage builds back up.

               “My fault! You fucking told me to take care of it!” I scream. “That could mean anything! You didn’t give specific instructions to kill her!”

               His hand wrapping around my throat ceases anymore words to come out of my mouth and my head to slam against the wall behind me. His eyes scan over my face quickly – as if he’s trying to find a flaw with what I just said. “Take it off,” he demands.

               Take what off? I look at him confused.

               With each second that passes, I can see the rage building within him too. Without asking, I slowly reach up to the top of his mask and pull – waiting to see if he stops me. He doesn’t. The mask comes off to show his devilishly handsome face and I hate that I even think that.

               My eyes scan over his beautiful features and within the blink of an eye, his lips come crashing down on mine. I don’t open my mouth. I stay there frozen as his tongue plays with my lips – begging for me to open up for him.

               My body fights the urge to give in. The fire deep in my belly becoming brighter by the second. He applies more pressure to my throat – making me open my mouth for air. He takes this opportunity to dive his tongue deep into my mouth. A low growl causing my body to become weak.

               A soft moan escapes out of me, and I wish I could take it back. This isn’t the time or the place, but my body wants this man to do the most unimaginable things to me. He pulls me to him by the hand on my throat – our lips still in a fighting battle and he roughly throws me onto the bed.

               Callies bed.

               I try to get up, but he gets on top of me – his lips finding mine once again. He uses the knife in his hand to cut my shirt. The fabric ripping through the deafening silence. He tosses the torn fabric on the ground, right next to Callies body.

               My eyes find her, and I immediately feel the bile in my throat rising. I go to hurl forward, but he shoves me back onto the bed by my throat. He uses his other hand to unzip his pants and free his hard cock – it resting perfectly against my soaked entrance.

               “This is for not listening,” he says breathing hard.

               He gets off me and flips me over onto my belly – straddling me again. His fingers come down and massage the wet lips of my pussy, coating his fingers. He brings them a little higher and I freeze.

               “No no no no,” I say as my body starts to panic.

               He brings the tip of the blade to my back and applies pressure while his other hand holds the back of my neck down. I suck in a deep breath at the pain. “You’re going to take it.” He pushes his thick cock inside my wet pussy – coating himself in how much he turns me on. Like an artist applying their favorite paint on a brush.               

               I moan as I try to arch my back from him filling me, but his hand and the knife hold me in place. He pulls out of me and places the tip of his cock at my ass. I go to shake my head, but its impossible. He thrusts forward just a bit – the tip causing my ass to stretch for him.

               “No! Please!” I beg. I’ve never done anal before. I’ve watched it plenty of times in Porn, but never had to guts to do it.

               He pauses but applies more pressure to the blade. I feel the warm liquid roll down my back and the side of my ribs. “I said you’re going to take it Chloe.” He thrusts his cock a little more forward. My asshole stretching to accommodate his size. “I want you to take every last inch of me.”

               Those words shouldn’t cause butterflies to swarm in the lower part of my belly, but they do. A drop of something wet an warm around his cock on my ass causes me to freeze, “My spit with my cock stretching your ass will make any mans knees weak.” He thrusts in a bit more. “But you don’t belong to anyone else.” Another thrust.

               My asshole being stretched, and his words is causing my body to be so confused. The painful pleasure making my wet pussy leak. “You only belong to me.” He’s about halfway in before fully shoving his thick cock all the way into my ass. I scream as he digs the knife deeper into my skin – sliding it down my back.

               “That’s it baby. Scream out for me. Only me.” His voice raspy. “You’re so fucking tight.”

               A small tear falls from my eyes. My body overwhelmed. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I want to do this. I want this man to use me. I want him to abuse me. “More,” I whisper out.

               He pulls about halfway out of me before shoving back in. I need this. I need to be who I am. I need to be what everyone called me…a freak. “You like that?” he asks me as his grip on my neck tightens.

               “Yes sir”

               His pace becomes harsher. He drops the knife onto the floor as he fucks my ass hard. I moan out loud as his grunts match my cries of pleasure.

               “I love your cock,” I say without thinking. It was supposed to just be a thought.

               “Say it again.”

               My eyes roll in the back of my head as I feel my orgasm approaching. “I love your cock. I love it deep inside me.”

               He grunts, “Fuck.”

               He stops for a brief second to spread my legs and lift my hips just a little, but never pulls out. He picks his pace back up as his arm reaches underneath me and pinches my wet swollen clit. I try to buck beneath him, but he holds me in place.

               “I want you to cum hard for me.” His voice deep and breathy.

               He pinches my clit again, sending waves of electricity through me. “Harder,” I beg. He pulls almost all the way out of my ass before forcefully thrusting all the way in. My pussy clenching down from arousal. He pulls almost all the way out again and thrusts harder this time.

               “I-I’m about to cum.” I take in a deep breath and a second later, I scream. A sharp pain to my shoulder sends me soaring as I feel his teeth bite deep into my skin. His hand is rubbing my swollen clit in circles, and he grunts loudly as he cums deep inside my ass.

               He collapses on top of me – both of us out of breath. “Such as good girl,” he pants as he brushes the hair out of my face. He slowly pulls out and gets off me to put his clothes back on.

               “I have something for you,” he says.

               I slowly sit up. My ass sore from the vigorous activity. I look at him without saying a word. “It’s on your bed in your room.” He extends a hand and I stand on trembling legs. I go to look down, but he cups under my chin and lifts my head up, “Eyes on me.”

               My eyes stay on him as he bends down and grabs under my thighs and lifts up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he starts walking out of Callies room. I keep my eyes on him, but I can see her lying on the floor out of my peripheral.

               He heads straight to my room and sets me down outside the door. I turn around and open the door. Laying on the bed is a mask. Not like the one he wears, but one that looks like it’s made of porcelain. The mask looks like a woman. A woman with black hair and pink blush – also for the eyes and blood red lips. It looks like a pin up girl.

               I hold the mask in my hands and look at him. He’s already put his mask back on and staring at me. I look back down at the mask conflicted. I could escape all my problems, or I could join the fate of everyone else.

               I slowly bring the mask to my face and tie the two ribbons together to hold it in place. When my eyes find his, he is looking at me with pure lust. He extends a hand out, and I take it. This is the path I chose. The girl who was always weird. The girl who was picked on for having dark taste. The freak.

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Run For Me - SIX

               Soft cotton wrapped around my body. My eyes flutter open as they adjust in the dimly lit room. My room. I go to move to get out of bed and pain radiates throughout me. I feel like I’ve been hit by a Mack Truck. I’m no longer naked. I’m wearing one of my oversized t-shirts with all the old horror serial killers on it. Fitting right?

               The soreness between my legs reminds me that I’m still alive…for now. My stomach turns at the horror that resides downstairs. Did he clean it up? Is he gone? Or is he waiting for me to open the door and kill me where I stand? The questions that go through my mind cause my chest to tighten and anxiety to spread across my body.    

               How could I be so deranged that I enjoyed last night in the woods? That I didn’t even care about my friends in the house? How could I be so deranged that I want to be dominated like that again? “What the fuck is wrong with me?” I ask myself under my breath.

               The sound of something dropping hard against the floor causes me to jerk my head towards the closed wooden door and my heart to drop in my stomach. He’s here. I swing my sore legs over the bed and go to stand. I drop to my knees, my body making a loud thud as it hits the floor. I wince at the pain from the harsh wooden floors colliding with my sore knees. I guess this is how Bambi felt the first time he learned to stand and walk.

               I grab ahold of the bed post and struggle to help myself up. Every muscle in my body letting me know how much I overexerted them several hours ago. I get to my feet and slowly make my way to the door – becoming more stable with each step. I press my ear to the door to hear what is going on, but all I hear is footsteps downstairs.

               I quietly open the door and my eyes land straight ahead at the door across from me. Callie. Her door is shut, just like it was when we went to bed last night. The longing in me wants to make sure she’s okay, but my mentality tells me I might have to be admitted if I see anymore dead bodies.

               I stand there with a war going on between my heart and my mind if I should tiptoe across the balcony that overlooks the living room, or head down the stairs to the right and face the man that made me feel things I’ve never felt before.

               Fuck it.

               I take a step forward. Then another and by the fourth step, I’ve walked past the stairs and headed towards Callies room. I no longer hear him or whoever it was downstairs – which makes my anxiety stir even more within me. I don’t dare look over the banister. Too afraid to see if River and Jordan are still there or if he cleaned it up for his next victim. Me, or possibly Callie.

               I get a few steps away from the door and reach for the doorknob. The cold brass metal sends electricity through my hand and up my arm. It feels colder than normal, but I know it’s because I don’t know what’s on the other side of the door.

               “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the deep voice says from behind me.

               I let out a scream and quickly turn around. The same hand that just held the brass metal, now rests against my chest to calm my beating heart. He approaches with me slow steps – like a cat cornering a mouse. I step back with each of his steps as my back collides with the wooden door to Callies room.

               His hands come up and rest themselves against the door – each beside my head, trapping me.

               “Why?” I ask with a shaky breath.

               His eyes continue to pierce through mine, “You’ll find out soon enough Chloe.” His tone one of authority, but also with a hint of amusement. He gets off on this. My glacier blue eyes stare back at his honey orbs and the memories of me writhing beneath him causes the addicting feeling to come back between my legs.

               Even though I cant see his face, I can tell he’s smirking, “Come,” he says as he pushes off the door and extends a hand out towards the walkway above the living room. It wasn’t a suggestion, but a demand. I hesitate but take a step forward in the direction of his outstretched hand. His eyes glued to me.

               I pass by him slowly – hesitant on what he may do. The stairs that lead to the first floor of the house seem to gradually extend with each step I take. My head feels light as I grow closer to what I may see again. I feel him closely behind me. I know it’s because he’s not wanting to create too much distance – afraid I’ll run off again. Even though I wouldn’t mind being chased again and dominated. This time he might actually kill me.

               Again, I ask myself, what the fuck is wrong with me?

               I’m halfway down the stairs when my eyes divert to the couch. I cant help it. My knees buckle as a strong arm wraps around my waist to hold me up from tumbling the rest of the way down. Tears sting against my eyes from the gruesome sight before me.

               I feel him take another step. His body now flush with mine as his arm stays around my waist. “You still need to make up for last night,” he says to me. His lips right next to my ear, but the fabric from the mask rubs against me.

               Anger builds in my chest. I feel used. I feel dumb as hell thinking I could outsmart him. This is his web and I’m just the insect that was foolish enough to land in it. I gather my strength and take a step forward – his arm slipping from around my waist. With each step I take towards the main floor of the house, my anger turns into rage.

               “Fuck you,” I say through gritted teeth as soon as I get off the stairs.

               His footsteps stop. He lets out deep chuckle, “Dare to repeat that?”

               My body shakes. The rage inside of me begging to be let out. I slowly turn around to face him – my fist balled at my side. My knuckles white. “Fuck. You.”

               “Fuck me?” he questions with amusement in his voice as he points a finger at himself. I hear the click of his tongue and within a second, he clears the last two steps. I reach out to hit him, but he grabs my arm and pushes me against the wall – pinning my arm behind me. The air in my chest forced out as my ribs collide with the hard sheetrock. My head forced to the side as he steps behind me – his body pressing me further into the wall.

               “I don’t hear you saying anything now. Cat got your tongue Chloe?” He presses his hips into me further and I can feel his growing erection. I close my eyes as my body betrays me in this fucked up situation. I don’t know how much more my mind can take, but my body craves more. More violence.

               “Why are you doing this?” I ask breathlessly.

               His masked face leans in close to my head and he takes in a deep breathe. Relishing in this moment, “Why not?”

               The sharp pain in my arm from being pinned in the odd position causes me to try and get out of his grasp. He tightens his hold on me, making me draw in a sharp breath, “You’re hurting me.”

               “Good.” His voice low, “You like the pain.”

               Fuck you.

               “Are you going to be my good girl and listen?” he asks me – enunciating ‘my’ and ‘listen’. God, why does my body respond to him the way it does?

               I swallow hard, “Yes.” Its barely audible, but a defeat is a defeat.

               “Yes what?” His grip on my arm almost unmanageable as I rise to my tip toes to try and alleviate the pain.

               “Yes sir.”

               He lets me go and I slump forward against the wall – my arm throbbing. “In the kitchen, there are some tarps. Grab them.”

               I take a step forward, cursing under my breath at him, “Chloe.” I freeze. It’s a warning and I’m pushing my limits. I slowly look up at him – finally finding his eyes. If looks could kill. But why is he sparing me? He nods his head to the kitchen and like a dog, I listen.

               Three blue tarps lay folded on the kitchen table and my stomach drops when I count them. Three. River, Jordan and Callie. Or maybe he let Callie go and the third one is for me. I reach out with shaky hands and grab them – his eyes not leaving me once.

               “Taken them to the living room.” The one fucking place I don’t want to go. I take in a deep breath and make my way to the horror that is embedded in my mind. As I round the corner of the couch, Jordans head lays on the floor – rested against the leg of the coffee table. When her head fell from me pushing it, the leg must have stopped it.

               My breathing picks up as I stare at her bodyless head. Her eyes open and staring at me with the same look as how I feel inside. Dead. “Move the coffee table and spread out one of the tarps.” My eyes slowly move from Jordans head to him. He stands at the other end of the couch, arms folded like he’s proud of his work and wants me to congratulate him.

               I take in a deep breath to hold back the tears. Tears from what? I don’t know yet. Anger? Sadness? Rage? Maybe a bit of everything. I set the tarps on top of the coffee table, grab the end of it and pull it back towards me. Jordans head rolling a bit as the leg slides away. I turn my head to the side and stare at the fireplace. The fireplace I sat beside the night this shit went down.

               The table screeches across the wooden floor as I move it out of the way like I was asked to do. Look at me being obedient. Once the table is cleared from the couch, I grab the first tarp, open it and spread it out across the floor in front of the couch.

               “Good. Now take one of them and put them in the center.” He’s enjoying this. Enjoying seeing me in pain. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally.

               Them.

               Put them.

               “They have names you know?” My tone sharp. “You could at least have enough respect to call them by their own name after what you did.”

               His eyes narrow at me, “Would you like to join them?”

               I snarl my lips as I glare at him. When I don’t respond, he takes another hit at me, “Didn’t think so. Put one of them in the center of the tarp. And don’t make me ask again.”

               I lean my head back a bit and take in another deep breath. I’ll start with Jordan since she’s closest. I go to grab her headless body off the couch and stop, “Can I at least get some gloves?”

               “No.”

               I roll my eyes and scoff. I reach for Jordans arm to pull her to me – blood pouring from her neck as I lean her forward. It runs down her arms and onto my hands – making my grip on her slide. My hand slips and she falls over onto River. Tears prick my eyes and my vision blurs. I blink making the tears fall down my cheeks.

               I reach for Jordan again with my hand that isn’t bloody and grab her other arm and pull her to the floor. Her weightless body hitting the hardwood with a thud. He continues to stand there – feet planted with his arms crossed over his chest. I take a few steps to Jordans feet and grab them – dragging her to the center of the tarp.

               After getting her where I want, I lift her up under her arms to flatten out the tarp where it rode up under her from being drug. Her blood drenching my t-shirt and running down my arms and legs. After getting the tarp how I want, I gently set her down and fall to my knees.

               I cant do this.

               “Don’t forget the head.”

               I get up and stand on shaking legs as I turn to face him. Tears streaming down my face. His eyes go from my face and slowly make their way down to my blood covered feet. Without thinking, I take off in a sprint and my hands collide with his chest – shoving him back a few steps.

               “WHY?!”

               Another shove.

               “FUCK YOU! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”

               Another shove.

               “YOU’RE A FUCKING COWARD!”

               He takes each shove. His arms never uncrossing as he stares down at me with amusement in his eyes.

               “I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Before I can even stop myself, I reach up and pull the woven mask off his head. My eyes widen. I thought he would try to stop me, but now that I’ve seen his face, there’s no denying that third tarp is for me.

               His eyes go from amusing to pure evil. To watch his eyes, darken before me in the light, sends chills down my back. I swallow hard and take a step back taking him in. He takes a step towards me, “Oh, you’ve done it now Chloe. Theres no saving yourself now.”

               I swallow hard. He takes another step and my legs hit the side of the couch. The space between him and I is life and death. He’s attractive for sure. Dark black hair, just like mine. His skin slightly tan as if he spends most of his time outside without a mask. His jaw is defined, but not too much and a thick five o clock shadow making him even more masculine.

               “Chloe?”

               A familiar voice from upstairs causes me to jerk my head in the direction of Callies room. My eyes widen knowing that she’s alive, but not knowing what’s about to come. He takes another step – his body towering over me as he reaches down and grabs the woven mask from my hands. His eyes are glued to mine.

               He places the mask back over his face and slowly turns his head to look in the direction behind him at Callies room then back to me. I shake my head no. A silent plea, but he ignores it and makes his way towards the stairs.

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Run For Me - FIVE

My name is Chloe Darby, and I just signed my death wish, but to be fair the blame shouldn’t be held on me. I think it’s a normal reaction when a huge dick is pounded into you, and you can’t help but scream out in pleasure and pain. What was I supposed to do? Lay there like a good little pillow princess?

               As much as I want to turn around and try to reason with him, I know its pointless. I saw the look in his beautiful eyes.

               Beautiful. Eyes.

               God, what the fuck is wrong with me?

               My feet hurt. I keep praying that the Charlie horses that want to make themselves known in my calves hold off. That is the last thing I need.

               He’s coming. I can hear him. I can feel him, but I need to push through. My body begs me to just let fate take its course, but I want to live. I want to live?

               My dad always told me the reason he did drugs was because of me. He would tell me over and over that I always kept him up at night and he was too afraid to fall asleep. That he didn’t want anything happening to me, so he would take drugs to keep him awake. He blamed me for his addiction.

               Then later when I was older and he didn’t need to take drugs to help him stay awake, he told me it was my fault because he was already on them. His voice haunts me as I hear, “If you wouldn’t have been born, I would be sober.” A part of me has always wondered if that was the drugs talking, or if he actually meant that.

               I fall to my knees – too exhausted to go any further. The haunting memories of my dad plagues my mind and the tears are like a faucet that has been left on. The salty water glides down my face and drips off my chin onto my partially exposed chest. My shoulders shake from the broken cry I’ve tried to keep in.

               His footsteps behind me perk my ears, but I don’t move. I no longer care. Why should I? I can hear his heavy breathing as he steps closer. His breathing alone tells me how pissed he is. I know because that’s one of the ways I could tell from my dad.

               He stops directly behind me – his legs touching my back as I just sit there. I’m as still as a statue just waiting for the knife to slit my throat or the axe to lodge into my skull. But the longer I wait, the more my anxiety grows. The human brain is absolutely terrifying. I want to die, but the feeling of not knowing puts me on edge.

               A sharp sting to my scalp causes me to gasp as his hand wraps in my black hair and pulls my head back. My eyes staring into his soulless voids and my throat exposed at his mercy. His eyes go back and forth to mine and then divert just barely to look at my swollen lips. The action is miniscule, but knowing he wants to test the waters still makes the heat pool between my legs…again.

               Why am I like this?

               “You did this to yourself,” he says to me as he pulls the knife back out. His eyes never leaving mine.

               I don’t say anything. Not that I don’t have the words because I have a mouthful, but I’m literally too fucking tired.

               He takes a deep breath as his eyes finally break contact and travel down the length of my exposed throat. I watch as his pupils dilate. I don’t know if it’s the fact that my blood will be pouring from it at any moment, or he wants to replace it with his hands as he drives his thick cock into me.

               The hand holding my hair tightens and I wince at the sharp pain that radiates through my scalp. He steps in front of me and places the knife at my throat. I swallow hard.

               “Do that again,” he tells me. His voice becoming raspy.

               I swallow again and watch as his eyes stay at my exposed throat.

               The low grunt he lets out makes my clit throb. I try to readjust myself, but even the slightest movement sends volts of electricity to my core. I can see the conflict within him. He wants me to bleed, but he also wants to make me writhe beneath him.

               Why not give him both?

               I close my eyes for a brief second before I gather the strength to do what I’m about to do.

               “Open your fucking eyes,” he demands. I listen.

               Without a second thought, I reach for the zipper of his pants and reach in to pull out his cock. He’s not done with me yet. He’s half hard and getting harder by the second – or he gets turned on from killing.

               The deep breath he takes in is like a vacuum pulling the air from my lungs. “Are you sorry?”

               I nod.

               He opens his mouth to speak, and I cut him off before he gets a word out, “Yes sir.”

               The lust in his eye’s flares even more. “Show me.”

               I wrap my hand around his cock, but he grabs my wrists and pulls it away. “Open your mouth.” I do as I’m told.

               He slowly puts the tip of his cock in my mouth and my tongue swirls around the head. The saltiness coats my tongue, causing a fire to start in my lower belly. This man is pure masculine. Pure dominance and he has become my fucking weakness.

               He inches in more and my hands brace themselves on his thighs. He pulls all the way out and reaches down to my robe – pulling it off me. He lets go of my hair and my scalp pulses from the harsh grip that was once there. I’m completely bare as I watch him remove the tie in the middle that once held my robe in place. “Put your hands behind your back.” I do as I’m told again and I feel the soft fabric bite into my skin as he ties my wrists together.

               He steps back in front of me, and I try to move my wrists just to see how tight he has them, and they wont budge. Fuck. Without having to be told, I open my mouth – ready for him again.

               “That’s a good girl,” he says as he put his cock back in my mouth. His hand grabs another fistful of hair and tears spring at the corner of my eyes from the sharp pain. “Are you going to make up your mistakes, Chloe?”

               God, hearing my name come out of his mouth in general, but with his cock going down my throat makes me almost cum right then.

               I nod my head, unable to speak. A sharp slap across my face startles me as he shoves his hips forward and his cock completely down my throat. “What did I say about using your words?”

               He has cut all of my air off with his thick cock, but the little bit of air I have left, I manage to mumble out, “Yes sir.”

               “Mmm. That’s my good girl.”

My. Good. Girl.

He rocks his hips as his cock slides in and out of the back of my throat. Tears running down the side of my face, but I promise it’s not from pain. “Eyes on me,” he tells me as he grips my hair even harder. I swear if he pulls it anymore, he’ll rip my hair from my scalp.

I listen as his good girl and let him fuck my mouth however he wants. My pussy throbs as his cock slides across my tongue. My clit begs to be touched and if my hands weren’t tied behind my back, I’d be rubbing my swollen clit so fucking fast – begging and doing anything to cum.

               “You like being my fucking whore don’t you Chloe?”

               I started to roll my eyes in the back of my head, but then remember what he said. Eyes on him.

               “Yes sir.”

               Drool runs out of my mouth and drips off my chin as he picks up his pace. My throat becoming sore from the large intrusion. The masked mans breathing becomes heavier and his grunts becoming deeper. His eyes stare back into mine – not breaking contact as he continues to hold my hair and fuck my mouth.

               The smell of his musk fills my nostrils, and I can feel my pussy start to contract on the brink of an orgasm. “Don’t you fucking cum.” The authority in his voice almost making it impossible not to.

               Damn, is it that obvious?

               “You don’t cum until I tell you, understand?” His voice raspy. His cock getting even harder.

               “Yes sir.”

               This is fucking torture. This man knows the edge of a fucking blade and knows how to edge me too. Jesus Christ.

               I try to hold back the feeling, but having his cock in my mouth and his piercing gaze on me, I’m tipping over the edge. Right before I fuck up again, he pulls out of my mouth, and I take in a huge breath. The gulp of air relieving just enough to make me not cum.

               Without hesitation, he lets go of my hair and steps behind me – pushing me roughly onto the ground. He grabs my hips and jerks them up, so my ass is in the air. My wet pussy glistening in the moonlight and on full display for him as my face rests in the cool dirt.

               I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance as I take in a deep breath and brace for what’s about to come…again. He slowly pushes inside me. Teasing me, as my pussy stretches for him.

               “Take it like a good girl Chloe,” he says. I know he’s grinning under the mask. And he knows my demented self is enjoying it. The pain of him stretching me feels like fire being torn through my pussy, but the pain is something I enjoy. It’s something that makes me feel – even if it hurts, it feels good.

               He gets about halfway into me before forcefully shoving all the way inside me. I gasp in air as a moan leaves my mouth instead of an exhaled breath. He does this again – my pussy already sore from him not letting me adjust.

               He grabs my tied wrists and pulls me back – lifting my face out of the dirt and making me arch my back. This allows him to go deeper as he slams his cock into me. My moans and his grunts echoing around us. “You take my cock like a good girl,” he says as he picks up his pace. “You’re so wet for me.”

               I have no words. I don’t even know if he wants me to respond. My head is becoming foggy as the fire deep within me bursts into an inferno. He left me on edge when his cock was down my throat and now its coming back twice as strong. And I’m only allowed to cum when he tells me? This is going to be what kills me. Not the knife or the axe.

               My thoughts are soon replaced with pain as fire burns across my back. I take a deep breath and turn my neck to look back. One of his hands continues to hold my tied wrists and the other holds the knife – the blade now bloody.

               He pulls almost all the way out and plunges deep into me, the pain turning immediately into pleasure. “You like that?” he asks me as he presses the tip of the blade into my skin.

               “Yes sir,” I moan out.

               He runs the blade across my milky skin – replacing it now with a river of crimson. I arch my back even more allowing him to go deeper from the pain. “Take it like the good girl you are Chloe.”

               I close my eyes as they roll in the back of my head. My pussy clenches down on him for just a second as I fight the orgasm. “Please,” I whisper out.

               “Please what?” I hear the humor in his voice. He knows.

               He picks up his speed as his hands tighten on my wrists. “No.” His voice deep and commanding.

               The blade cuts across my skin again and I draw in a quick breath as his cock hits that sensitive place inside my soaking pussy. Tears spring in my eyes from the overwhelming feeling. I need a release. Soon.

               He shoves into me roughly one last time before pulling out. My pussy clenches trying to find the friction he was just giving me. He removes his hand from my wrists and my back stings as he rubs his other hand across it – smearing blood across my back and onto his hand.

               He rolls me over onto my back – my wrists pinned beneath me. I obediently open my legs, wanting him back inside me. I watch as the corner of his eyes crease from grinning under the mask. He reaches forward and wraps his bloody hand around my throat – leaving his handprint in my blood on my skin.

               He doesn’t hesitate as he roughly shoves his cock back inside me. My back arching once again from the painful intrusion – his hand still on my throat. “You look so beautiful with my marks on you,” he tells me as he pumps hard inside me.

               I keep my eyes on him like I was told to, but every fiber in me wants to roll them in the back of my head. My wet pussy is now dripping down to my ass as I fight not to cum with my life. Literally.

               His thrusts are becoming brutal as I continue to moan out. His grip around me throat becoming harder – cutting off my air supply. If he strangles me to death as he allows me to cum, I will be okay going out this way.

               The inferno deep in me is blazing and my orgasm is pounding on the door ready to be let in.

               “Please,” I beg. It’s a low whisper, but I know he hears me.

               “You think you deserve to cum?” He’s prolonging it.

               “Yes sir,” I moan out again. I can feel that door slowly opening as his grip tightens even more cutting the oxygen completely from my throat.

               He leans down close to my face, his hips losing their rhythm. He’s close, “Be a good girl and cum for me.”

               The colors I see when I close my eyes are colors I haven’t ever seen before. My body explodes as my pussy drenches his cock. He thrusts a few more times into me before burying himself completely inside of me and filling me with his hot cum – thrusting a few more times to push it deeper inside me.

               “That’s right. Cum for me baby girl,” he pants on top of me.

               The orgasm rips through me completely. My vision going in and out. He removes his hand from my throat – allowing me to take in a gulp of air. He watches me while my body writhes under him at his mercy.

               He removes himself from me and tucks himself back into his pants. My eyes grow heavy as I drift in and out of consciousness. I feel my body being lifted and feel like I’m floating before the darkness takes me completely.

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Run For Me - FOUR

               It’s a blessing and a curse how bright the moon is tonight. It gives me just enough light to see where I’m going, but my white robe stands out like spaghetti sauce on a white shirt. Soon, my robe will be covered in red, and the thought makes my knees weak.

               My thighs and calves burn as I push the limits of my strength to run away from the masked man. The slick wetness between my thighs is making itself more known the further I run – my body enjoying this game of cat and mouse a little too much.

               I stop for a moment, just to catch my breath. I’m sure this mother fucker knows these woods like the back of his hands, but I’m trying my hardest to find the nearest road without running directly in a straight line. The thought crossed my mind to ditch the bleached cotton robe and go bare, but my skin is literally just as white.

               So for the sake in case, I do find someone, I’ll keep it on.

               A twig snapping in the near distance causes my heart to drop in my stomach and the hairs on the back of my neck to stand straight up. My eyes scan furiously over the little bit of light in front of me – finally landing on something shimmering in the moonlight.

               The axe head.

               My breathing picks up and I start taking a few steps back – my legs begging to stay still a bit longer. I can see him. He’s vague, but he’s there. Preying on me. I turn on heel and fight through the pain as I continue to run. My breathing is loud, but if I tried to hold it in, I would literally die. Running has never been my forte.

               My body fights the urge to look back to see if he is right on my ass or stalking his way patiently to me. Its like he knows he’s going to catch me, and this was a lose situation for me regardless. Maybe that’s why he didn’t answer my question.

               The tears sting the back of my eyes as the scene of River and Jordan flash before my eyes, but I cant afford to trip or roll my ankle from not being able to see. I keep reminding myself that I will deal with grieving later. Right now, its strictly about surviving.

               The sound of cars going by on a road to my left catch my attention. I stop briefly just to hear my surroundings. I don’t hear him, but I can feel his piercing gaze – and I don’t dare turn around. I make a run to the left, hoping he’s too far behind or when I get to the road, he wont come after me because there will be too many people.

               Lets hope there’s too many people.

               Twigs and leaves crush beneath my feet as I continue to run towards the road. My feet are sore from the elements of nature without shoes, but again, I’ll deal with that later.

               ‘Survival’ I tell myself.

               The closer I get to the road, the more cars I see, and I can also make out that its an interstate. Perfect. The tree line is right there, so I push my legs even harder. The cramping already wanting to set in due to dehydration from the alcohol.

               My legs start to buckle, and I hug the tree right at the tree line. I decide to bite the bullet and look behind me. Darkness and not a masked man in sight. My heart continues to pound against my chest and a part of me wonders if it will give out. A part of me hopes it does.

               A loud scream escapes my lips as an axe head lodges into the tree directly beside my head. I look in the direction the axe handle is facing and see the masked man approaching me. I gather all the strength I can and make a run for the tree line.

               My arms push through the overgrown leaves from the trees, and I wave my hands frantically at the upcoming cars. Tears sting my eyes from the happiness that someone can see me. I take another step forward and I feel a hand wrap around my throat pulling me back into the dark woods.

               “No!” I scream out. I kick and try to fight the best I can, but he knew running would weaken me. And I was stupid enough to get caught in his trap. “HELP!” I scream to the point it hurts.

               I feel him bring my body flush against his, just like at the house, but this time I’m fighting until the end. I take both my hands and pull at his hand around my throat. His hand tightens, cutting off the air to my lungs. My body goes into flight mode, and I start jerking around, trying to get out of the death grip he has on my throat.

               My vision begins to blur and the pressure in my head begins to tighten from lack of oxygen. Tears try to form and spill over my bottom lids, but the constriction around my throat is making it impossible. I continue to fight for a few more minutes before my body just gives out and I slump against him.

               “That’s a good girl,” he purrs against my ear, “Don’t try to fight it.”

               He walks us back a little deeper into the woods before throwing me on the ground. What little bit of air that was in my lungs, is now knocked out. Before I can bring my hands up to use the rest of the energy that is in me, he is straddling me as his hand returns to my throat – this time, allowing me just enough air so I wont pass out.

               “Do you have my answer, Chloe?” Hearing my own name roll off his tongue makes my stomach twist. It makes this game personal.

               “Y-yes,” I whisper out. Warm salty liquid rolling out the side of my eyes and into my hairline.

               The growl that radiates through this man vibrates through me yet again. I try to squeeze my thighs without him noticing, but the flicker in his eyes tells me he knows.

               Fuck.

               I watch as his eyes trail over my body. My robe opening a bit, but not all the way. My breasts are almost completely visible, and my belly button is showing from the middle part of the robe. I swallow hard as I watch him drink me in.

               “Are you going to be a good girl?”

               The question shouldn’t ignite a flame inside me, but it does. This whole situation is fucked up and here I am with the Nile River between my legs. I nod my head as his dark eyes stare into my icy blue ones. I try to break my gaze, but the way the moonlight hits his brown orbs, its like honey with flecks of gold staring back at me. The cold ground is no longer cool with the warmth of his eyes on me.

               He lowers himself onto my body. His chest flush with mine – his face close to my ear, “If you scream, I’ll start by cutting out your tongue.”

               I swallow hard.

               “If you try to run, I will cut off your toes, one by one,” he continues. “Do you understand?”

               I nod my head. Unable to speak. Unable to form words. Not only does this man have a literal grasp over me physically, but my brain can also only function on one thing.

               ‘Dominate me’

               I’ve always been told I have a sick mind. Sometimes I think sick as in a cold. Sometimes I think sick as in depression. What others find demented and taboo, I find oddly satisfying and wanting more. The guy in the scream mask I gave that blowjob to, that was the wettest I had ever been. Just because of the mask and the dude was a killer – well in the movies anyway.

               I lied.

               This is the wettest I have ever been. Ever.

               “Use your words, Chloe.” His voice rumbles through me like thunder on a summer storm night.

               “Yes.” My voice barely above a whisper.

               He lifts his head up and hovers his face over mine. A part of me wants to reach up and snatch the mask off, but I might as well ask him if I can go ahead and dig my own grave.

               His eyes darken as if I said something wrong, “Yes what?”

               I stare into his eyes – going to his left and then right. “Yes sir.”

               His eyes shut as he takes in my words, and I swear I can see his eyes roll right before they close all the way. “Mmm.”

               I feel him shift and move his legs to the space between my thighs - spreading my legs in the process. He raises up so his chest is not longer against mine and sits up so he’s kneeling in front of me.

               I watch as his eyes go from my soaked pussy to my face. My face reddens from being so exposed to him, but deep down I want more. He reaches out with one of his hands and runs his fingers over my wet folds – coating his fingers.

               His eyes dilate from the way my body reacts to him. His brown eyes now almost completely black from lust. “You like this don’t you?”

               “No,” I say before I can stop it from escaping out of my mouth. It’s a lie and he knows it.

               He reaches behind him and pulls out a knife – the flick of his wrist making the sharp blade come to life. “Lie to me again and I will take each fingernail off. One by one.” His tone dark and sinister.

               I take in a breathe, “Yes.” Its barely audible.

               “You like it when I chase you?” he asks as he lowers the knife to my legs.

               My eyes go from his to the blade.

               He snaps his fingers, “Look at me.”

               “Yes sir”

               Even though I cant see him, I can tell he’s grinning beneath the mask from the slight crease in his eyes.

               “Does it make you wet knowing what I’m going to do to you?” I despise eye contact, but this man has a river flowing out of me. I freeze when I feel something cold against the opening of my wet pussy.

               I quickly divert my eyes between my legs, but he takes his other hand and roughly grips my chin, “Next time you take your eyes off me without me telling you, I’m going to pluck them out of your socket. Understand?”

               My eyes find his dark ones again as I answer, “Yes sir.”

               The cold metal teasing my pussy takes everything in me to remain still and not buck my hips to get more friction. “Does it make you wet knowing what I’m going to do to you?” he asks again.

               “Yes sir”

               As the words leave my lips, he plunges the hilt of the knife deep in me. I moan out loud – my back arching and as bad as I want to close my eyes or roll them into the back of my head, I keep them on him – just like I was told to do.

               My brows furrow from the pleasure and the cool temperature of the metal. “That’s such a good girl.”

               I don’t know if this man is heaven sent or sent straight from hell. He could be the Devil, but he was once an angel so it wouldn’t surprise me if he was. He works the hilt of the blade in and out of me, the sound of how wet I am making the creatures of the night sound almost inaudible.

               My mind and body are in a war. I don’t want this man to stop what he’s doing to me, but at the same time, this is wrong on so many levels. Here I am lying on the ground in the woods getting off while my friends are back at the cabin slaughtered.

               I feel him remove the cold metal from me and a slight whimper leaves me. He sets the knife beside us as I remain keeping my eyes on him. I hear him unzipping his pants and pull out his cock. He’s testing me. Every fiber in my body is telling me to look, but I don’t want to risk my vision. This man has already proven to me that he doesn’t play around.

               He breaks eye contact to spit on the head of his dick, but his eyes immediately find mine again just to make sure I’m still following his instructions. I feel him line the head of his cock at my soaked pussy and before I have a chance to mentally prepare, he shoves his cock deep inside me.

               I shut my eyes and arch my back as a scream erupts through me. My body quivers as he pulls all the way out of me. Its not until I quickly look back at him that I realized I fucked up. Not only did I break one rule, but I broke two.

               He immediately reaches for the knife, and I pull back one of my legs and kick him right in the chest. He falls backs before he’s able to grab the knife and I quickly get up and run back into the darkness. Trying to make another attempt at the interstate is a death wish, but at this point, I broke all the rules he gave me. I’m dead either way.

               But there’s a part of me, deep down that didn’t want this to end.