EroticReverie

Abel

“Here’s what’s gonna happen Will” I say as I run my gloves finger along the blade. 

“Youre gonna give a confession. Not only for what you’ve done to Genevieve. But for what you did to your wife. What you’ve done to little girls. Because we know the rumors are true.” I say. 

“I haven’t done shit” he says snarling.

“You can stick to that story. Sure. But if you do. You’re not leaving her with the balls or dick to ever rape another female ever again.” I tell him. He has the sense to look scared now as I stay closer. 

“Is that what she told you? That I fucking

Raped her?” He laughs. Shaking his head. 

“That slut WANTED it” he seethes. I throw my arm back and then forward my fist making a loud crack , busting his lip. Blood immediately streaming from it and into his mouth. After the shock of it and the grunt of his pain. He spits at the floor. Blood spattering over my boots and the cement floor. 

“You think it’s the first time that little whore has begged for my cock?” He says and I grit my teeth. Heavy breaths pushing out my nose. I punch him again in the face. Cracking his nose. Blood pouring from it. Blood decorating his shirt and my fist and my shirt as it sputters from his mouth. 

“I take it you all must know just how good that little cunt can take a cock, how many of you has she spread her fucking legs for?” Will says and I swear my teeth are gonna break. The fucker just won’t shut up. Making it harder and harder to me to want to give this fucker a chance at the ultimatum. I want him dead. Now. 

Pauly is beside me now and placing a hand on my shoulder and jerk myself away and he lifts his hand away and steps back. 

Will is laughing. Drooling blood all over himself 

His sinister smile making me want to fucking bash his skull in. 

“What’s this really about? Lemme guess. You’re fucking the little bitch now and jealous I got to her first?” He says and my eyes widen. His brows lift and he laughs. 

“Oh yeah. That’s right” he says with a sick proud grin. 

“Fucking little whore spread those legs even easier back then. Like fucking soft butter” he says. And I see red. Pauly grabbing me before I can stick my knife into Wills stomach. 

“Dont man” Pauly says but I swipe my hand slit Wills shirt before Pauly can pull me back and he winces with a growl as I leave a gash on his stomach. Blood starting to soak his shirt at the stomach. 

“You can do whatever the fuck you want” he pants and laughs like a fucking psychopath. 

“Won’t change the fact I had that young cunt of hers wrapped around my dick” he snarls all the men in the club fighting back the same urge as I am. 

“I fucked that little slut so many fucking times. She craves this cock. Always has” he says and my nostrils flare. 

“I didn’t rape her. She fucking wanted it. That cunt got wet like it always does for cock. A whore just like her fucking mother” he snarls. 

“Have to say though….she’s gotten a little loose compared to how tight that twelve year old pussy was” he says and Pauly is the one to lose it. He’s the one that pushes at me and takes the knife and sticks it in the gut of the fucking depraved pervert. 

Will groans and his head goes back. Pauly pulls the knife out and the others step forward. Another knife plunges into his back. It’s Dickie. 

Will howls in pain.  The fact that this is the person who took her fucking virginity. While he was years fucking older than her. Not even close to the same fucking age. 

He’s breathing hard. Breathing heavy. 

“I raped the fuck out of her” he groans. Making sure his last fucking words haunt us all. 

“Raped that twelve year old cunt and turned her into a fucking whore” he garbles his words. Choking and coughing. Wincing. 

“You should be thanking me” he says and his head rolls forward. Hanging against his arm that’s still lifted up. 

“I’m the one that taught her how to fuck” he says and he’s drooling blood. His body dripping with is as it pools on the floor in small puddles. 

“She tell you I fucked a baby into her?” He grins. 

I lunge forward and grab his by his bloody shirt. 

“You fucking piece of shit!” I yell at him. 

When the warehouse door creaks opens. Everyone’s head darts to the side. 

“Get out!” I yell at her. A wide eyed Genevieve standing there. Looking at her rapist hanging from the chains in the middle of the shop.

“Genevieve” Clipper says since he’s the closest to the door and she jerks away from him and moves around and she moves through the warehouse. 

“The whore of the hour” Will sputters and I look back at him , punching him in the jaw. Cracking another bone in his face and then Genevieve is beside me. Grabbing my arm. I’m breathing hard , angrily and she looks at me and shakes her head and Will laughs. 

“Sorry , not in the position to give you cock right now bitch” he says and then snarls. 

“Looks like you can’t keep your legs or that mouth shut” he says to her and I snarl and push forward. Genevieve holds out her arm. Pushing her hand to chest. She turns and takes the knife from my hand and I just look at her taking the blood soaked knife. The rest of us only looking at the fierce look in her eyes as she turns back to him. 

“Ginny, …baby” I say. “You need to leave” 

“Yeah baby” Will laughs and winces and coughs. Fighting through the pain of his stab wounds and broken face. 

“You’ll never touch me again” she says to him calmly. 

“Your pussy is worn out anyways…but don’t worry, I’m sure these guys will take what they can get pass you around like the little fucking slut you’ve always been” he says and Gin steps closer. 

“You’re disgusting” she says to him and he just grins. 

“And you’re jealous that I stopped fucking that little pussy of yours…you’re mad cause you loved me fucking it for you…you loved me giving your little cunt what it needed” he snarls at her. 

“Tell them how you came to my house looking for me last year”

“Tell them how you begged me to fuck you” he smiles sinisterly 

“Tell them how you love the cock that raped your twelve year old cunt”

“How you cried for me to fuck you again”

 He snarls and I reach for the knife in her hand as tears roll down her cheeks. 

“Tell them how you sucked my cock that night”

He grins. 

“Or maybe I should tell you how you were tasting some middle school pussy on my cock that night , that I’d just got done raping another little bi-“

My eyes widen as Genevieve take the knife stabbing downward into his chest. Screaming as she pulls it out. Will screaming in pain. We all stand in fucking shock. Genevieve is stabbing him. Again.  Again screaming as she stabs the knife into his throat. I finally snatch her as she screams. Just screams , the sound piercing the air as every skull watches her break down in my arms as I hold her back to my front and her legs give out and I bend down letting her sit. Wills body twitches as he bleeds going slack seconds later as I push Ginny’s hair back and look at her. Her eyes red. Her body shaking. Her hands covered in fucking blood. 

“The fuck Ginny” I say heaving a breath and lifting her face to me and I can’t help it. I kiss her. I kiss her there as she sits on the floor. A murderer. I’d let her fucking become a murderer and my father and her mother would not fucking be happy. Not at all. 

I pick her up off the floor and lift her her legs going around me as I hold her thighs. Her shaking arms wrapping around me as I take her outside. Away from the scene.

“What the fuck did you did baby” I almost want to cry. Torn between being proud as fuck and scared as fuck. 

“I couldn’t let you….I couldn’t let y-you be the one to do it” she says her voice shaking. 

I hold her to me one arm under her ass the other pressed to the back of her head. Kissing the side of her face. 

I take her to the club house. Inside and to the bathroom.  I strip her down and take her clothes and her shoes. Knowing the guys are already starting the clean up process of the murder scene. Some guys will be taking the body. Wrapping it up to take it somewhere to get rid of it. Other cleaning the chains. The floor. Bleaching away the dna of the cop that was just murdered.  And not by any of us. Even though we’d started it. The fucking skull Princess had been the one to finish it. 

I put her clothes and mine in a trash bag as I get in the shower with her. Scrubbing her down with a wash cloth as I take time to kiss her. She shakes , crying still as I clean us up.  Taking a scrubber to her nails, washing away as much of the fuckers dna from her as I can. 

I put the nail scrubber and the used wash cloth in the trash bag. 

I take Ginny to my room. Put a shirt on her and tuck her into my bed and tell her I’ll be right back. 

I spray the shower down with bleach. The sink. The floor. Anything we touched. Tracing my steps. Bleaching the floors and scrubbing them as Pauly walks in. 

“I’ve got it” he says and I look up at him. 

“Go to your girl” he says walking over and taking the cleaner and getting to works tracing the wet path of cleaner on the floor. 

“She killed him” I say. Still stunned. Still trying to process how I allowed it to happen. How I didn’t remove her from the warehouse the second she arrived. How maybe I knew she needed to do it. That she deserved to be the one to end him. But I shouldn’t have let it happen. I let her put blood on her hands. I let her add a weight she’d carry with her for the rest of her life. 

“That fucker was sick” Pauly says. “He deserved it. And it’s done now. Go take care of your girl.” He says and I just nod. Turning back to my room. Walking slowly. Running my fingers through my hair and taking a deep breath as I walk back into the room.  She’s laying on her side. Head on the back of her hand placed on my pillow. She’s no longer crying. She looks at me. 

I had so many questions. Why she didn’t tell me he was the one she’d lost her virginity to. Why she didn’t tell me that the fucker had at one point gotten her pregnant. Why she went to his house last year. Or if it was even true. But none of it fucking mattered right now. 

“I’m sorry” she says softly. 

My brows pinch and I walk over. Taking of my pants as I listen to Pauly in the other room

As other guys entered the club house, instructing them to burn the trash bag of clothes covered in Wills blood. I slide my pants off and slide into bed. 

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for” I say as I move over her , she rolls onto her back and my leg pushing hers apart and she spreads for me. 

“You still want me?” She asks quietly. 

“More than ever” I tell her. As if anything I’d learned could change a thing. 

She places her hands on my chest. 

“I killed him” she whispers. 

“Shhh” I whisper “I did it , me and the guys did it, you didn’t do anything thing” I say. 

“You hear me? No matter what. You weren’t there tonight” I tell her and kiss her as I reach down. 

She starts to cry again. 

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask her as I place my cock against her , the tip of my dick at her entrance and she shakes her head. 

I push in slowly and she takes a breath and closes her eyes and her mouth parts and I take it with my own. Kissing her as I push deeper inside her. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong” I tell her. 

“Nothing is gonna happen to you”

I promise her as I thrust slowly and she nods. 

I didn’t want to admit that watching her do it had made me love her even more. It took a certain kind of strength to take someone else’s life. Sure psychopaths could kill easily, guys like us who’d done it enough by now we’re able to take justice into our own hands without hesitation. But her. It turned me on. Watching her give the fucker what he deserved.  Turned me on to strip her blood stained clothes from her body and wash the evidence from her skin. Turned me on that the scent of bleach in this house was because my girl has done something scary , that she’d been filled with as much rage as the rest of us that she’d killed Will Michaels. Even after begging me not to do it. Knowing she’d done it so I didn’t have to. Even though I’d wanted to do it. Gladly wanted to do it after listening to him spit that sick bullshit about her. 

“He got me pregnant when I was thirteen….I’d only had my second period…”

She says. 

“Baby”

I groan. Knowing she wants to give explanation. 

“I was going to tell you” she cries and I still

Inside her and stop and kiss away her tears. 

“Baby, I don’t care about that. I don’t. I really don’t, you don’t have to explain anything to me” I say. Even though I’d wanted to know. I didn’t care right now 

“I did go to his house last year. Just like he said.” She cries. “I don’t know why”

I wasn’t any fuckin psychologist. So I couldn’t understand her trauma. What would make her want to go to him. 

“I’m disgusting” she cries.

“Shhhh” I hush her. 

“Nothing that happened then or now is on you.” I tell her. 

“I don’t care that you went to him on your own , because he fucking groomed you into that shit, that’s NOT on you” I say and kiss her and wipe her tears. 

“All that matters is now…” I say as she sniffles and she grabs my back and I lose my face into her neck. 

“I’m here now…I’ve got you” I whisper and kiss her neck. 

“I’ve got you baby”