Jess’s psychic eye probed the light until the water flowed down to his waist and over each of his gorgeous cheeks. Each plump, firm piece of his ass just beckoning her to open the door, to peel off her clothes and to step into the shower with him hoping she’d be devoured by the big bad wolf. Kyle could feel her prying psychic eye, the back of his head tingling, in that moment he turned around and glared at her, holding the most powerful and penetrating gaze, in the last moment when Jess’s heartbeat so quickly she thought it was going to burst, he smiled and the room went black.
Jess was mortified, stunned and even shaken by being caught so easily and so directly shown the door for her sentient violations. She forgot that in the sweet aftertaste of apples and atropine that her abilities though heightened in one way or another, weren’t as easy to control when her inhibitions were lowered, leaving her ability to cloak her presence in such metaphysical exercises that were keenly natural to her soul.
“I can’t fucking believe it, did he, did he catch me?” Jess’s mind raced and finally for the first time since James’ message found its way to his resting form did Kyle find peace. He felt her heart racing, her mind moving so fast that he felt as if she was going to break all of space and time in that single earth shattering moment of adrenaline. The faster her heart beat the more vividly she felt the toxin absorbing into her bloodstream, she realized she was outmatched until this dose wore off, hours from now…
Kyle laughed manically under his breath, his eyes closed with his smile so vividly serene. Each drop of hot water was relished, he had her right where he wanted her. Jess felt afraid, unable to make sense of it all, slowly weakened to make tonight much easier than he would’ve anticipated.
“I’m pleased you’ve enjoyed your apple juice Jess, is nostalgia one of your many weaknesses? You beautiful, sentimental girl. How I look forward to showing you your place here, very soon you curious little whore.”
Kyle’s soaking wet hair trickled beads of water down his hot flesh, his hands feverously washing every part of his gorgeous body with layers of bubbles. His hands struggling to stay focused to their task, he wanted to stroke his cock again, knowing that he connected with her so vividly, scaring her nearly to death. How he’d particularly relished in the animated face of his victims, their emotions contorting to match their tears of fear and sorrow of leaving soon after a life not yet fully lived.
“You will be my greatest masterpiece Jess, you’ve already proven to me with your abilities that you’re perfect for the position, now let’s see if you can be, trained.”
Kyle smiled as the words freely fell from his supple lips. A wry smile of satisfaction appeared on his face as less and less bubbles appeared on his rippling body. His shoulders finally fell in a relaxed disposition, he felt at ease. The universe knew all too well and so did the darkness that burned within the heart and soul of this sadistic being, as night fell the world was eternally his to take.
Kyle reached for his towel, he wrapped it around his hips, slowly letting the steam clear from the bathroom mirror he looked into his eyes. Smiling wickedly, his hands slowly drying off every limb, reaching for the robe and wrapping himself up. He walked back into the room, reaching for his clothes for bed, throwing on a long sleeve shirt that clung to every delicious part of his chest and form. Dark blue and green tartan pajama pants and house shoes Kyle found himself lying on the bed unable to sleep, but this time not out of anger, but from sheer satisfaction. Finally he could find peace knowing that everything he’d always dreamed of had finally arrived at this point in his life. With his hands resting behind his head, and his legs crossed at the ankles he leaned back smiling on his pillow waiting for his curious new toy to get herself into further trouble so that he could have an excuse to execute her formal training regimen, finally, at long last.
Jess felt the need to wander back to her room for both safety and comfort, did he really catch her? Does he have the slightest inkling as to who she really is and what she’s capable of? Or was this for once in her life beyond her grasping as of yet? Her head was swimming, she knew it wasn’t wise to spike one’s adrenaline after the sweet taste of atropine was introduced into the bloodstream, but never before had anyone ever caught her spying on their inner world before. She was haunted with fear, yet captivated by his power and all the while aroused in ways she’d never known before. What first began as mysterious opportunity to start over, now turned into a dark adventure that she never knew existed on this planet; beyond the twisted and deluded thoughts that filtered through her mind onto endless pages of her written work. So consumed with the possibility of being revealed, she didn’t notice that she’d walked back to her private chambers. She felt the soft crimson fabric tease her face, slowly slinking down towards her neck. Now visibly throbbing quaking, and coursing more and more of that precious toxin to her swiftly beating heart. Naively luring the beast within Kyle’s chest to make his first appearance in an even more elusive and to most quite unsettling way.
Chapter 4:
Languishing Intrusion
She felt the decadent poison flowing through her veins, pumping serenely into every corner of her capillaries. Her red blood cells dancing and slowly bumping into one another, her eyes felt heavy, her body felt as if she was floating in the hot bath that her skin felt just hours earlier. Caressing her body, sliding down slowly over every curve and supple piece of exposed skin. She swallowed feeling the muscles straining to form even the most basic of functions. She’d obviously had her fill for tonight, there was no way she could see herself moving an inch in her current state. Her eyes felt impossibly heavy, like two ancient stones unable to budge without the help of many hands guiding and sliding them back to reveal her sparkling jewel eyes. Each lid firmly in place, it felt as if she’d been blindfolded, for she could hear and almost taste the air in this palace room.
Her breath was shallow now, she wondered just how much he dosed her with, for any other they would’ve been long since out. Usually Kyle had to carry them back to their rooms on that first night, but as her strength impeded upon him the impression of pride and awe. He longed to take her back to bed tonight, but relished knowing that she was strong enough to do so entirely on her own. Her lips stained red from her now faded lipstick parted letting as much oxygen into her lungs as she could take in. She knew ways around the intoxicating touch of Belladonna along with many other potions he had ready to implement on his wanton prey.
Unbeknownst to her until now, was the fact that in the back of this rather large closet of hers that was still cracked slightly open, was a secret panel. Behind the layers of crimson and gold wallpaper, was a false wall, which after further investigation to only the most trained of eyes would reveal the thinnest escape of light, a crack no wider than a pinprick. Which trickled light in from the candlelit halls of the Lord of Burnett manor’s private spiral staircase. Kyle could feel her energy weaken, he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before she was asleep, in paralytic catharsis. He longed to smell her without fear or interruption, to feel her in his arms unable to move. To feel her pulse quicken as his fingertips pressed against her exposed neck. He effortlessly stood from his former position of comfort, eyes transfixed on what appeared to be an obsolete wall lamp fixture. Kyle smiled as his hands gently coaxed the ornate knob fixated at the bottom of the luminescent glow, and silently the wall clicked open. His attached nightstand gently moving forward, providing him just enough room to enter into his private path of exploration.
Descending a single floor, Kyle walked mere feet below where Jess’s intoxicated head was still swimming, fighting in a calmed meditative state to stay awake just long enough to know what was going to happen next. With each step he approached underneath her the stone steps guiding him back up once more into the end of this spiral path, the candle light flickering softly as he knew it would be, she was so close to him, yet so far from the part of him that ached to capture her most. This was just a taste, of what fe
ast soon waited for his hungry lips. He scanned her thoughts one last time before moving the secret panel forward, she was as silent as the grave, and even more beautiful in this light than he ever imagined she could be, than any woman could be. She kept her mind calm, peaceful, black and empty, alluding to her hunter that she was in fact a fresh kill, he continued to peer through the cracked closet door soaking up the scene of his sleeping beauty, never had he felt so attached to someone so new before.
This feeling inside left him peaceful within, like the wanted Spring that never came to melt away the darkness and bitter cold that beat within the chambers of this man’s cruel, unyielding heart. He stood there watching, waiting to notice even the most subtle of nuances escaping her to reveal that she wasn’t as subdued as he hoped she’d be in this moment. She was barely breathing, he loved bringing her so close to death already, just hours after arriving. She lied there captivatingly still, making the dark hunger in him grow. He felt his mouth water, the entire room started moving, she looked as if she was floating down a river of blood, her pale skin glowed in the candlelight, he didn’t care if he was caught this time. He’d never been caught prior to this, it was worth the risk, even if it meant cutting this long sought after game extremely short if she did in fact, wake up.
The dark shadow of a demon stood in full height, towering over her a dark silhouette of six feet, four inches just watching over her. Smiling for the first time in decades it felt, Kyle examined the soft, supple and delicate folds of porcelain flesh that wrapped around this heavenly creature without the slightest hesitation. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
“Where did you come from? Such a ravishing creature, where did you come from my pet?” He never felt so disarmed by such beauty before, he felt the benevolence of her soul permeating out, radiating as vividly as the sun on the highest mountain in Colorado on the clearest day. It was easy to dispose of wretched, vile little creatures, but to see beauty such as this, instantly hypnotized the hell hound inside to watch over her, to protect her, from even himself.
Jess continued to breathe softly, still unable to move even if she tried, she was grateful for this, she was never quite good at calming her biological functions for fear down. It wasn’t easy for a woman who was raised on adrenaline to stifle such responses, she was grateful for the toxin still swimming inside of her. She knew it was the only thing that prevented death in this very moment, if he even knew she was cognitive he’d lose control. There really wasn’t any gauge for knowing just what he’d do if she knew he was in here, and how he got in here in the first place. He couldn’t risk losing so much of his world to another’s prying eyes. Jess continued to slumber in front of her dark assailant, wondering what his true intentions were. She could feel his power, his strength, his dark presence was ominously expansive, and it felt as if he was generating all the power in the entire house from the center of his core. Kyle reached for her face, gently caressing her cheeks, studying the curve of her lips with his thumbs, he brushed the hair from her face, slowly sitting on her bedside, just watching her.
“You’re so beautiful, I knew I should’ve killed you the moment you’d arrived, only a fool would continue to keep you around, it’s dangerous to feel, and even more dangerous to keep those around me that provoke me to such feelings of content.”
If her heart was able to it would’ve given her away, with its swift pounding, but still the poison subdued her. She floated in a surreal state of consistency, not something ever easily afforded to powerful sentient beings with a multitude of conflicting abilities, in fact it was something she’d been trying to achieve for years but still hadn’t quite gotten the grasp of.
She felt the weight of him slowly leave, yet his footsteps continued around her room, he sat down on the other side of the bed and slowly lied back, resting his head back alongside the pillows. Jess could smell him, never had she imagined such a state of intimacy already with a man she just vividly masturbated too in fantasy a few hours before; to then falling asleep and finding him in her wildest dreams, playing them out in a way that convinced her that the dream world really was the only one true reality that she ever wanted to exist in. Without warning she moaned, she wasn’t prepared for the wall of internal worlds and external worlds to shatter without warning, his eyes bulged open just moments after they closed. He thought to himself quickly;
“Did I not give her a strong enough dose?” He waited anxiously she smelled the air thick with his fear induced pheromones wafting through the breeze, as she continued to shallowly breathe he watched and waited for her to scream, to move for something explosive and unrelenting to happen, forcing his dreams to fade to black as he cleaned up yet another mess that wasn’t intended, all for the sacrifice of a pretty face.
Not wanting to give herself away, she quickly focused her pulse elsewhere, down towards that sweet, moist little spot that started collecting dew the very moment his scent trailed across the air to subdue her much stronger than any poison ever could. His body now looming over hers, his dark shadow followed by the strength of two beautifully sculpted hands, wrapped delicately around her porcelain neck. His thumbs delicately moving her chin upwards, as if he sculpted her out of Roman marble. He traced her jawline, leaning in and inhaling her delicious floral scent, mixed with subtle tones of aroused flesh that reminded him of spiced strawberry honey.
He felt his heart beating fast, he wanted her so badly he could nearly taste her. His right thumb tracing that pulsing artery in her neck, coaxing the tip of his thumb into position he felt her heart slowly beating, like a whisper on the wind. She tried with all her concentration to cloak her mind, focusing on a stained glass window that blurred and contorted the shadows of white fading into black he thought it must’ve been the toxin moving through her body that caused this dreamless sleep. It’d been years since he slept, without waking to a world surrounded by his hands being covered in blood. It was the only dream world he knew, eventually driving him to recreating these horrific scenes in reality to coax his mind into submission. Providing deep sleep for weeks on end, recharging the missing pieces of a shattered soul that had seen far too much, too soon on this dark abyss of a planet, the tragic kingdom.
“I’m glad to see that little outburst wasn’t intentional, I wouldn’t want to have to get my hands dirty tonight.”
He propped her head against the pillows and brushed the hair from her face, he couldn’t help it, Kyle was absolutely captivated by her. Her ethereal skin was glowing and he wanted desperately to see what this porcelain canvas would look like stained blood red.
“I can’t wait to see what you’re truly made of you magnificent creature. I know you haven’t even begun to show me what you’re capable of. Time for me to find rest to further prepare for your wild, untamed mind.” He gently kissed her on the forehead dotingly, leaving her bedside and standing at the foot of it to watch for any signs of fatality or more disconcerting, awareness. She didn’t move a muscle changing her mental focus to pure black he scanned her waiting to hear fearful cries or fleeing ideas of escape, the usual responses from any prey in this certainly fatal position. Jess continued to sleep, not moving a muscle, an inch. No longer fearing but knowing with full certainty what he is truly capable of. He walked to her bedside and leaned in inhaling her scent, and smirking, as well as she tried to hide her awareness, that sweet spiced strawberry honey gave her entirely away.
He stood up with every fiber of strength with his controlled patience, he walked into her closet, ensuring to leave it cracked just as she’d left it before he arrived. He walked into his private stairwell, pulling the false panel abruptly behind him into place. Clicking silently back into its forged perception, he felt the fire inside his soul scorching him from the core and burning his insides. Bursting forth hot molten fire, he felt the primordial part of his brain click and his eyes instantly dilated. His adrenaline spiking he gripped his fists so firmly he slammed them into the stone wall, any other surfac
e would’ve faltered, shattered and quaked the entire foundation but this former slaughter house stood firm and the blood once more trickled forth from his beautiful hands. He didn’t remember walking back to his room only feeling the coursing blood pulsing through his body he trekked back into his room slamming the wall back making the nightstand shutter as the wall slammed into place. Jess could hear this in her room yet she was still unable to move. The house was still, silent as the grave, and she for the first time in her life she prayed that he believed her mental projection while fearing for the worst.
“Did she actually think I wouldn’t fucking notice?” He slammed his hands down washing them rigorously in the sink, picking out pieces of concrete and groaning still furious while he doused them in alcohol and grabbed his towel. Barely drying his hands before slamming it to the ground.
“I chose that fucking poison for a reason, only the filthiest of whores could reveal herself.”
She didn’t realize that after his hands were on her, that her sweet pussy leaked sweet juice all over her panties, her soft shorts not safe from such a visceral release were now sticky, wet and her rich perfume carried revealing that toxic sleep wasn’t captured, no woman could secrete with the high level of Belladonna now permeating every corner of her paralyzed form, no woman but her.
Her aching pussy gave her away, his anger rose from fearing that she was playing dead for her own safety, but in all earnest she just wanted to give him exactly what he desired. She wanted to play his game, his dark, twisted, sick and fatal game. She couldn’t help herself, she was drawn to him like a moth to the flame. She felt alive in ways she’d always craved but never knew anybody was strong enough to provide. So many left her dark world years ago, not from the demise of her very own hands, but from the three ring fetish circus that grinded away in the twisted gears of her pretty little head. She’d always loved pain, ached for it, for the most part even more than pleasure, it was her body that forced her to indulge in such passionate satisfaction, driving her insane with lust, she found herself nearly fucking to death every slave, submissive and dominant that ever came her way. Being left with such a carnal hunger was almost too much to take. The weight of it was crushing, she wanted so badly to be toyed with, played with, tormented and even tortured on formal occasions. It was the only aspect of living that alleviated her constant thirst for sex, blood and torture.
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