EroticReverie

Butcher 

Her tiny frame against me, clinging to me.  Fuck. So god damn dangerous. All the things my little mouse was making me feel for her. I actually felt guilty. Not much. But it was there. 

I let her cry herself to sleep in my arms. And I let her stay that way till holding her became too fucking much to handle. 

I wasn’t an actual psychopath. I had feelings. And I felt them all laying there with her. Dangerous. Not what I’d planned on. 

I left her there in my bed. Put on my tactical vest and locked her inside of my bedroom. Wanting her right there when I came back. But I needed to leave. Holding her wasn’t a good idea. I liked it too much. I liked how it felt like she was actually mine. Dangerous. Because I knew nothing would truly come of it. Their contracts only held them here for forty eight hours. I couldn’t keep her. And I knew no matter what. She wouldn’t want to stay. Not with me. My little mouse wasn’t living a fantasy here like her friends. She was loving her actual nightmare. 

I wouldn’t have a shot at keeping her. Especially not after all was said and done. Because I still planned on fucking her. It wasn’t  a choice for me. I needed to fuck her. Needed to claim her and give her something to remember me forever by. Whether she recalled this weekend with pleasure or traumatic feelings. Didn’t matter to me. As long as she never forgot me. As long as for the rest of her life, my little mouse remembered the masked devil who made her cum just as much as he made her cry. 

“Where is the orange hair and red hair?” I ask as I press down on the small button inside my mask to communicate with surveillance. 

Normally I don’t cheat. I like to hunt. But I had zero fucking interest in putting any real effort into the chase with Jinx’s friends. I was only seeking them for their punishments. And now, I was even angrier with them. For bringing my mouse to me. For bringing me something so fucking precious that I couldn’t keep. I blamed them for the ache in my chest when she’d fallen into my arms and let me hold her. I blamed them for how hard I’d gotten feeling that arm wrap around me and hold onto me. They’d pay with blood.

One of the surveillance team responds. The orange haired one ,Willow is the closest. Scarlett the redhead is in house four , which is further away , closer to the property line. Willow is in house three. 

I make my way there , breathing hard against the inside of my mask. When I walk up the steps , I withdraw the same knife I cut off Regan’s panties with in the beginning of the night. 

She’s alone. Hiding. But I know exactly which room she’s in. So I climb the steps. Turning the knife in my hand as I reach the top step. 

I can hear some movement and little whimpers. I push open the door and listen to her gasp and cry. She didn’t look to be enjoying herself. Not at all. Good. 

She’s still in her clothes. But they’re dirty. They’re ripped and her makeup is nonexistent, cried off entirely. 

“Pumpkin” she cries. “I’m done, no more” she cries. 

I turn the blade. Letting it glint in the near dark room and her eyes go to it. 

She shakes her head. “Pumpkin!” She cries. 

She’s not pretty when she cries. The sound of it does nothing for me. But I’m still hard thinking about Jinx. 

“Didn’t you hear?” I ask as I walk over to where she’s bound by her wrists and ankles already. That will make this much easier. 

“I don’t play by the rules.” I say and the reach out and grab her long hair that’s half matted and stuck to her face. 

She screams as I pull it hard. Pull it tight and run my blade over the chunk of hair I have in my hand. Cutting it. Watching the strands break and come loose in my hand. 

“No!!!” She screams. I slide the blade again over the remaining bit of hair and drop it to the floor. Letting her orange locks fall to the floor near her knees as she struggles in any attempt to get away from me. Her hands are bound behind her. Her ankles tied together along with a good rope job around her knees. 

I grab another fist full and she screams for me to stop but I barely hear it through the rage pumping through my ears. I continue, giving her a little makeover. She seemed the most vain out of all of them. So this little haircut would probably traumatize her more than anything I could do to her. 

I leave a couple long strands in chunks around her head. Just so she can see the contrast later. How long her hair USED to be. 

She’s screaming and crying and grab her under the shoulder and drag her across the room and throw her onto the bed. 

She’s got barely any fight in her which makes my job easier of securing her to the bed. Tying her face down , diagonally on the bed. Her wrists bound to the left upper side. Her ankles to the bottom right. 

I sit over her as I take my knife in one hand and my other hand pushes down on her upper back. As I sit most of my weight over her ass. Keeping her pinned down firmly. 

“This will only hurt a little” I tell her as she screams and cries. 

I let sharp blade slice into her skin. I cut deep enough that it will scar her. But not deep enough to need stitches. She does jerk a few times and causes the blade to sink a bit deeper. But that’s her fault. Not mine. 

When I’m done. Her back is bleeding in crooked lines of letters that I carved into her. 

BITCH. 

I’m capital letters. I smirk behind my mask. Deciding I need to revisit Blair as well. Because I hadn’t been able to give her the same scarification, before I’d heard my little mouse puking and seeing her pass out. 

That’s what they are. Each one of them. A bitch. A bitch to my little mouse. 

I reach down and rub my hand over the letters. Smearing her blood across the words and then down her back. 

She’s crying as I unbuckle my pants and take my cock out. My hand going back to the blood. Then stroking it onto my cock with a low groan. Jerking myself off as I watch her lay there. Helpless and with a reminder of this weekend bleeding on her back. 

I move down and push the knife to the side and brace my hand on the bed as I push the head of my cock to her cunt. 

No. Pumpkin. Stop. No. Her words mean fucking nothing to me. 

“This. Is for Jinx” I say as I slam my cock into her. I groan as I feel the justice of it wrapped around my cock , her pussy bearing down on my cock trying to stop the intrusion. 

I pull back and thrust into her again. She wasn’t wet. But she was wet enough from her natural wetness and her blood on my cock. 

I grunt as I slam into her again. Harder. Drilling into her and delivering her punishment with heavy , malicious thrusts. Her screams ring out and I don’t stop. I fuck her faster. I fuck her like the bitch she is. 

I make it fast. I don’t take long. I cum hard and deep inside of her. Spilling into her cunt. Emptying my justice into her destroyed cunt. 

She whimpers as I pull out. I lean down and over her. My face near her head as I bring my mouth to ear as she shakes and cries. 

“If you’re ever mean to my little mouse again, if you ever take advantage of how sweet she is again, I’ll rape you again, I’ll make you bleed again. Much more than this. Do you understand me bitch?” I growl and she nods. 

“You owe my Mouse an apology. All of you do. You brought her here, knowing she’d fucking hate it. So now it’s my job, to make you hate it too.  I’m not done making you pay for being a bitch. But for now, you can lay here and cry about it and think about what you’ve fucking done.” I growl and grab the knife and she cries. 

I cut her loose. Of the bed and of the ropes on her wrist and ankles. 

“Get the fuck out” I growl and she moves on shaking legs. Nearly falling as she tries to run. I listen to her slap her hands to the wall as she crashes into it in the hall and cry as she makes her way away from me. 

“Jesus Buther. You’re pushing it”  Maxwell one of the surveillance team says. 

“No. He’s fucking more than pushed it.” Another voice says. Greg another surveillance member. The ones probably working this house. 

“I’ve only just begun.” Is all I say in return as I get up.