EroticReverie

Butcher (Devil)

I can’t help the pressure growing behind my zipper. My cock stiffening with each squeak and protest Jinx makes as she sits there reading the contract as Janet explains what her friends have brought her to. 

She might make me break all the rules. But were they really rules if the contract absolved us of pretty much anything? Truly, there were no rules. Guidelines. Perhaps. Moral conduct. 

The thought of that one makes me grin. I had no such thing. Not deep down anyways. 

Deep down , I was imagining pretty little Jinx. What she’d look like, crying, and naked. What she’d sound like begging and throwing her given safeword at me. Deep down that safeword is meaningless to me. Deep down I imagine her pretty , small, perky tits and what they look like, and how I’d make them even more beautiful than they already looked under that tight little black long sleeve top. I’d bruise them. Beat them. Pinch them and bite them. I’d bruise all of her. Especially her cunt. Deep down , I’d be pounding deep down into her. Right into her terrified pussy. Deep down , I want to rape pretty little Jinx. I want to make her regret stepping foot in Devils Hallow. Take what I want and leave her traumatized and end her friendships. I want to make her hate her friends with the things I can imagine doing to her. Deep down, I’m not anything like the others. It’s why I wear the black mask. Because deep down. I don’t see green. Yellow, orange or red. All I see is black. 

I listen through the audio playing in the surveillance room. Her friends trying to calm her and to get her to agree to signing up for green tier. 

Janet , our hostess, is quiet. Her eyes drifting up to the camera every so often as if to tell us this might take awhile. 

In the end. Regan is black tier. Willow and Scarlett are red. Blair is orange. And my little Jinx has signed nothing but the NDA. 

In the end Janet told her she didn’t have to participate. That she could stay in the house in her room. She also gave warning that if she left the room there we no promises to be made that the devils might not still chase her. Their rooms are a safe space for them. As long as she stays inside. 

Regan huffs and Jinx wraps her arms around herself. 

“Really Jinx? Not even green?” Regan pressures her. Jinx bites her lip. They’re all eighteen or nineteen. But my little Jinx looks so young compared to them. Simply by the way she chews nervously and peeks around the table, her cheeks going pink. She’s adorably worried. Worried about upsetting the others. I like Regan. I like her a whole fucking lot and make note to make her black tier experience something she’ll never forget. Because I watch Jinx exhale and pull the paper closer and look down. 

“Fine” Jinx sighs and grabs a pen. I nearly groan as she ticks the box. I watch the pen move over the paper as she quickly signs and then drops the pen and pushes the paper away from her as if it’s on fire. 

“That one is mine.” I say out loud. Every devil in the room looks to me. 

“What do you mean she’s yours? She’s green tier boss.” One of them laughs. 

“I mean. Exactly. What. I. Fucking. Said.” I say and look around the room. 

“Hands off the mouse.” I growl. 

There’s silence. But nobody argues.

“You're gonna just chase her…there’s a black tier participating” another says. 

“I’m aware.” I say. 

“And you’re claiming the green tier?” Another speaks up. 

I stand and grab my mask. 

“I said. The little one, is mine. Quit asking me stupid fucking questions.  Let’s fucking go.” I growl and pull on my mask. The others stand from where they sit. Or push off the wall. Everyone pulling on their masks. 

My cock pulses with each step I take. Closer and closer to the tiny little mouse upstairs. I’m ready.  So fucking ready for the next forty eight hours. 

“I hope you can run fast , tiny mouse.” I mutter to myself.