EroticReverie

Malachi

I don't want to tell her aboout my past. But I will. I tell myself I owe it to her after what I've done. I don't understand why I need to hurt her. I like her. I love my pet. I love Eve. I didn't at first, but I knew I would. She was too pretty, too sweet, and too good for this world and me. She was the exact polar opposite of myself. I wanted to believe she truly loved me, but how could she? After everything I've done, and let the others do? How could an angel love the devil? 

I take care of her. I point ointment on the tiny cuts she made, reminding myself that they are because of me. She did that because I lost control. I bandage her wrist and kiss it when I'm done, her eyes watching me the entire time. Her face is blank, she's just staring, studying me, surely trying to understand me, or make sense of how a man that has only ever hurt others, and her, could also want to care for her, and tend to the wounds he's responsible for. 

My cock grows rock hard as she looks at me with those pretty, curious, thoughtful eyes. The monster wants to fuck her again. He wants to break her all over again. But I ignore him, even as it rages inside of me. Would I ever look at her and not have the urge to fucking destroy her with my cock? Would I always look at her beautiful face and sweet eyes and want to make them cry , make her pretty lips scream in pain? 

I look away from her, scowling to myself. 

She just sits there. Her hands lifts and go to my chest as I stand there with her sitting on the sink counter in a towel. 

"Malachi." she says softly and my name sounds so wrong on her lips. That voice, her soft , tiny little voice and the gentleness of it. My name didnt deserve to be spoken so sweet. 

I shake my head without looking back at her. 

"I'm fighting it Eve. Please. Be quiet." I say and her hands pause on my chest, and then fall away. She says nothing as I get myself under control.

"I can't look at you." I say. She says nothing.

"Everytime I look at you.....I want to do bad things to you." I admit and she sucks in a breath,

"Everytime?" she asks. 

I clench my jaw, her voice , even those two syllables make it difficult to control myself. 

"Yes. Everytime. Please. Stop talking." I say. 

She's quiet, she listens to my request and I ust keep my head turned, ashamed of myself. It's why I don't like her talking unless spoken to. I've never allowed my pets to speak out of turn. But with her, it was for more than control and ownership and cruelty. It was because everytime she spoke, drove the demon inside of me absolutely fucking wild. 

"It's easier to control when you don't talk. Please. Don't talk." I say again, she hasnt said another word, but even her soft breathing is almost too much to bare. I close my eyes tightly and take deep breaths that do nothing to calm me. 

I clench my fists, my cock throbbing beneath my own towel, she shifts slightly, a barely there movement and I groan. 

"Go to the bed. Stay there." I say as I turn away, not looking at her. 

"GO, or i'm going to fucking slam your pretty little fucking body to the wall and pound myself so fucking far up into your cunt" I growl , the demon and myself both speaking. Both warning her as she whimpers, and I can tell she's crying, as she pushes off the counter, runs, slams the door and goes to the bed. 

I let out a curse as I turn and punch the wall, my fist going through it. I can hear her crying as I turn and swing another hole into the wall. Breathing heavily and panting, glaring at myself in the mirror. Fuck her. Go on. Go in the room and take what's yours. Who cares if it hurts her? Who cares how much she cries? Make her pass out again. You like when she passes out. You like fucking her limp little body and -

I slam my fucking fist into the mirror, fighting back the voice in my head, the sick need to hurt her enveloping me.

"RUN!" I growl at her through the door. 

"FUCKING RUN" I yell at her. 

I heard quick footsteps, gripping the side of the counter, nearly ripping the counter top off as I grip it, holding myself back. Stop it. Stop. Stop. I listen to the door fly open, breathing hard. Run Eve. Fucking Run. Hide from me. I didn't want her to leave. I didnt want her to escape. But a small part of me...even the part that cried and begged for her to never leave...knew she should. If she was smart. She would run far away from me. I listen to her feet slap against hardwood stairs and listen to the front door fly open and fight the urge to chase after her. 

It was the middle of the night....the others would be asleep...maybe...maybe not....maybe they would chase her down. 

I wait as long as I can as the voice in my head screams for me to follow, to get her, to throw her down and fuck her harder than I ever have. My hands rip from the sink and I'm pounding through the house, in nothing but a towel as I strom from the front door, looking out into the night. Everything is dark. My eyes scan the grass, looking for signs of imprints of her bare feet running away. My nose sniffing the air for the smell of her. Nothing, there's fucking nothing. My eyes perk up , to listen for a single sound , moving grass, snapping branches, any fucking noise at all. 

There's nothing. 

"EVE!" I yell out into the night. My eyes still zipping back and forth, and I have no clue which way to go, which way she went. Would she run straight, off towards main roads, would she circle the house and run to the woods and hide there? Run through them till she could reach the highway or another main road off it? 

"EVE!" I yell again, panting, and the monster inside me takes a backseat as my voice cracks, and I'm met with the same stinging feeling I felt seeing her bloody wrist in the bathroom. She was leaving me. SHE SAID SHE WOULDNT. She should though. She should leave you. You're nothing. You've always been nothing to everyone. Nobody will ever love you. You're unlovable. "Good for two things. Fucking and fighting. And only one of them you're any good at." My fathers voice plays in my head. "But you'll learn how to fight boy...." He'd grinned down at me, tied to the bed, his hand stroking my cock, getting me hard how he liked me best. "someday you'll be worth more than this" 

"EVE!" I yell as I run around the house, towel falling as I circle the house, yelling for her. 

No answer, my heart beat races and I feel my chest tigthen, my breaths unable to draw in any air to my lungs as I go into a panic.

"EVE" I gasp. "EVE" I repeat as I panic. 

I want her sweet eyes. I want her kiss on my mouth. I want her small hands holding me. 

"EVE" I cry, tears filling my eyes as I drop to the ground, naked. On my knees, head in my hands. Sobbing, my body shaking with hard cries. Suffocating as I pull at my hair and panic. No. No. She's gone. She's gone. 

"What the hell is going on?" Ryder grumbles from the corner of the house. "What the ..." he says as he takes in the sight of me.

I lift my head. I look at him. Lazarus rounds the side of the house.

"What is goin-"  He stops too, both of them looking at me with tears coursing down my cheeks. 

"She's gone." I barely whisper.

Their eyesbrows lift, they look around. 

"well which fucking way did she run?" Ryder growls. 

I shake my head. "Dunno." I say, hanging my head.

"Get the fuck up and find her." Ryder growls as him and Lazarus take off in seperate directions. They yell for her, I listen their voices carry further and further away from me, Lazarus getting in the car, driving off as I just sit there , naked in the grass on my knees. 

"You'll always be weak." My fathers voice hisses in my ear. I flinch at the memories. All of them. All the hundreds of times he put his hands on me. The things he did, or made me do. 

"Break for me Malachi." his sinister grin is my head and I cry harder. "BREAK FOR ME" he growls and can hear myself screaming. I can hear myself crying, I can hear myself begging for him to stop. I can hear myself as a little boy, screaming and crying for help that would never come. 

"eve" I cry to myself. Knowing I would have broken her , made her sick. Just like me. Just like him. I'd have turned my precious pet into a monster. I hope she's gone. No I don't. Yes you do. No I don't. I slap my head and pull my hair.

"She's gone." I shake my head. "she's gone, she's gone!"