𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨 | 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬

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5:55am
N.Y.C
Trigger Warning:
Detailed abuse and gore.
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Her breath hitched in the back of her throat. There was a long blade being plunged into her chest, she could feel her ribcage cracking in the process of being stabbed. The open cavities bled profusely, she couldn't scream, all she felt was the warmth of her blood enveloping her and the aching stinging pain. The person above her was holding a kitchen knife, they had a mask on. The silhouette of the figure looked familiar, the blood began to rise in the back of her throat, choking, she coughed out with a cry.
Just as her eyes closed, the figure removed the mask. Richard. Just as everything went black, Rose shot up with a gasp.
Her breathing was uneven as she looked around the room, once she realized it was only a nightmare, she looked at the sleeping figure beside her. Knitting her eyebrows, she rubbed her eyes hard and then averted her gaze from Richard to look at the digital clock sitting on her nightstand, the bold red lights glaring at her. "Great." She mumbled, a hint of annoyance on the tip of her tongue. It had been a while since she had any sort of dreams— let alone nightmares. What could it mean?
Standing up, she disappeared into the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water, only to stare at herself for a few seconds before getting out. Upon returning to the room, Richard was sitting up with a cigarette tucked between his lips, he was shirtless and glaring at her. "What?" Rose eyed him.
"Nothing, your side of the bed felt cold and empty—I figured you caught another flight to Japan." His tone was harsh and sarcastic, his eyes trailing her, only to read her visible expression. "Yeah, I was thinking of visiting Europe sometime actually." Rose replied, forcing a fake smile. Crawling into bed again, his hands instantly trailed over her exposed back. They were cold and rough, the complete opposite of her skin. Instant goosebumps raised as contact was made, part of her wanted to inch closer, but she thought back to her dream. She shouldn't, but here she was already— pulled against him.

He smelled of menthols and spearmint, his breathing was calm. But she could feel his eyes boiling into the back of her head. "Easily, I'd say we are like Bill and Kiddo from Kill Bill." Rose joked, a smile prying on her lips. "Yeah?" His voice was condescending, his palm moved over her breast. He gently groped before tugging and pinching on her nipple between his index and middle finger, softly moving them. Rose chewed on the inside of her bottom lip. "Tell me, how we are like Bill and Kiddo?" Richard climbed over her, shoving her down. Tugging her shirt open with his mouth, he stared up at her, trailing his tongue on the center on her chest before moving up to her neck. "Tell me." He whispered, shoving her legs open in the process, his free hand trailing down to tease her. Richard moved up and licked his thumb before moving it back down against her clit, he did this while staring down at her. "Uhm-" Rose cleared her throat and tried her best to control her breathing, "Well you know—Bill leaves Kiddo for dead out of jealousy and later she—" a loud moan escaped her mouth as he shoved a finger inside. "Then she returns and kills him and everyone who plotted against her." By the time, Richard wasn't even paying attention anymore.
He was too busy tugging the girls underwear off.
"You won't need these anymore."
Spreading her lips apart, he glanced up before spitting directly above her clit. Rose flinched at the warmth of his spit.

Silently, he melted between her thighs and began running his tongue over her heat. One of his hands snaked under, he slipped two fingers inside and listened to the moans and huffs of breath escaping Rose. She reached down and balled his curly mane between her fingers and squeezed, just as she reached her peak, he moved away and pulled his member out. Licking his fingers, he looked down and spat on his own member and stroked, before positioning himself toward her entrance. Just as she was about to tell him to put it in, he grabbed onto her hips and shoved her down hard onto it. A shudder of pleasure ran through all her body as he began to move his hips. Gently, he leaned above her, their bare chests were touching.
He felt so cold, and she was warm. Running her fingertips over his back, she reached for his hips and helped control the sway of his movements until he began to hit her  sweet spot. Squirming gently and moaning into his neck, she kissed and bit him. Both of their breathing became erratic, he kissed her lips sloppily before feeling the warmth of his cum spread inside her, just as he was about to stop, she forced him to continue thrusting. He grunted,  his movements seeming messy, gripping onto him, Rose came around and moaned, her body tensing up as she released. Softly, he came to a stop and moved off her. Reaching down, she lightly dug out some of his cum and licked her fingers. Staring above her, Richard chuckled and wrapped his hand around her throat, only to kiss her.
Sitting up, he took his shirt and cleaned her off. Afterwards, he dressed her and straightened himself up.

Standing up, Rose grabbed a towel and was about to head into the bathroom. Only to be cut off by Richard, "Let's go out for a drive today, we could find a few unfortunate souls to give up." Shrugging, she silently agreed. He turned around and began to change, Rose entered the bathroom and had a quick shower. She knew better than to overdress for something like this, as sad as it sounded: she had grown used to watching him do as he pleased with his victims.

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On the Road

The pair had, had breakfast shortly after she showered. They were currently in a car Michael had parked outside for their use. The rare warm breeze made Rose feel happy, from the sun beaming down on her as they drove alongside the beach. They were driving farther away from the city, into the small outskirts where people lived miles apart. It was pretty perfect in Richards eyes. He had gotten tired of Skid Row in California. It smelled bad and no one was phased by the crime of someone being murdered. But, on another hand— New York offered Rich pigs who lived in secluded areas. There were no other cars in the street. Getting in a hidden trail, Richard drove into the woods and hid the car. She didn't know if she wanted to follow him, or stay in the car. Rose hated the idea of being a witness to his crimes, she was always ignorant because of the way her heart felt. It was sick and twisted, but it was the truth. Rubbing her temple, she turned and stared at him. It was still pretty early. People were probably still in bed. "Come on." He called out.
Rose froze for a few seconds in her seat, before getting out and following after him. "Please Richard—" she reached for his arm. "I don't want to do this." Her bottom lip was trembling. "I never asked Rose." He narrowed his eyes and stared at his wrist for a few seconds. "You remember a long time ago, I told you— you'd help?" He tilted his head to the side, "this is it now, stop backtracking me before I slap you." Richard sneered. His tone and attitude change quickly threw her off. It was always surprising, each time— How harsh he could be.

"Now hurry up Doll Face."

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Hi Hi <3
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