Annakin's POV
............SATURDAY MORNING ............
"...ther..., wake up... wake up brother!" I hear my youngest brother call to me. "Uuugh, what is it Rey? Why do you disturb me so early in the morning?" I stare at him. His face is stern. What happened? As if he heard my thoughts he said turning on the screen on my bedroom wall, "Dad said to show you this. Do you know what it's about?"
"... And in today's headlines, the home of the prime minister of state has been burnt down. The causes remain unclear, the identities of the four bodies found is yet to be confirmed as the fires have only been successfully terminated just before dawn..." the news reported on screen said.
"But she had until Monday. And dad didn't say she had to be so brutal. What if we get caught? What were you thinking Codey?" I said out loud as I got off my bed and headed to the shower. "Rey, bring Codey up here now!" "Alright, calm your tiddiiiezz!" "GET THE FUCK OUT NOW!!!" I raged at my shitty brother. He clammed up and ran out. I shuddered as I reply inhaled and exhaled. I let the warm water run through my hair down my face trickling through my naked body as I heard my bathroom door open.
There she stands. A picture of deadly perfection. I step out the shower still dripping wet. I stalk closer to Codey, eyes glued to every detail of her. Her beautiful figure, those juicy plump hips and full ass carefully hidden in those tight fitting sweatpants. Bitch, you can't hide that fine piece of art under anything. Especially not from my eyes that thirst to pry those pants off your body and sink my fangs deep in that soft, brown, plump ASS of yours... woman! You drive me crazy!
I feel her breath hitch as I stand towering over her. She's not very short, I'm just above normal height. And like my father, I am a giant man. In all areas, especially my package size. I inhale her scent hard. I enjoy her calming scent. Ever since she was young. Her scent hasn't changed. It reminds me of the warmth of summer and the crispness of spring combined. It makes me want to possess her for myself. Cage her in my own dungeon away from everyone. And fuck the living daylights out of her.
That's how I secretly want her to die. Impaled on my cock bitten and bruised and swollen all over. Perhaps in the future I might convince her to. But first, I need to punish this perfect piece of cunt for going beyond what she was tasked to do.
To be honest though, she followed her commands properly, technically speaking. Dad told her to shoot them and burn the bodies. Not the whole damn houses. So she didn't do anything wrong...
I can see it on her face. She's tense. Something happened that made her cause such large fires that needed to be broadcast all through the night. I know she's troubled. And I know what she needs. And I want to be the one to give it to her before Dad arrives back tomorrow morning. I want to dedicate today to her and give her the pain, the pleasure and care I know she deserves.
But I can't say that directly to her. Not yet. First, dominate the demon. Or demoness, as I call her. "Dark Princess, do you know why I called you here?" I ask her as I grab her by her collar and yank her from the bathroom door to stand in between my bed and the giant monitor showcasing her massacres nationwide. As she stares at the screen, I walk towards the bedroom door and lock it. Then back towards her. Still naked I stand proudly in front of her, grinning my fangs at her.
"I'm the one that placed the collar on you before your mission, and I'm the one who must take it off you when I am satisfied with the results, correct?" I ask my demoness. "Yes Master Annakin. You are correct" she replies. I feel warmth circulating down to my groin. Yes, satisfy my craving. And I assure you, I will satisfy your needs.
My entire room may be hideous to normal people as my furniture and walls and carpets are splatters or black and gold colours and patterns. But it's my hideous taste and I justify it to no one as long as I can afford it. The weather outside is cold and dark and grey even though it is morning. As I draw my curtains closed, the room gets darker. But we see each other clearly still. I move closer to my prey yet again. This time I grab her by the neck and lift her off her feet. "I had asked you, if you know why I called you here bitch!"
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Slave First
General FictionREADER DISCRETION IS ADVISED This is a story about a fictional woman in a fictional reality going though life. This story is ONLY FOR ADULTS as it contains Violent events Sexual events Torture events Other tags will be added as the story manifests.
