Convicts❤️me

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"Yeah okay. When you saw me I was at the front of your porch looking bloody and in an overall horrible state." I nodded my head, she was right.
"However when I first saw you, you were hiding behind a trash can listening to a short, very short conversation between 3 men. I didn't hear what they said exactly but I know for a fact they probably mentioned losing a "her"." Yeah that was about 30 minutes before you brutally wounded me.
I responded instantly, "yes, you're right and I've already put together that you are "her" and that they caused the damage to you. I also felt your gaze from behind me but I didn't know who it was."
She also responded instantly, "yes you are right, but why were they so shocked to see me missing? Because they had shot my arm and leg, that's what they thought at least. At least 6 bullets were fired at me but only two managed to touch me, luckily for me they didn't completely get to me. I ended up like you, 2 grazes on my leg leaving the damage you found me with after about 30 minutes. I had to drag myself because I couldn't walk of course."
That gave me a real shock because here I was with 1 graze on my arm, hardly able to write and there she was with 2 grazes on her leg and still able to walk! Maybe she was used to that kind of thing? All I could do was nod my head.
I was in shock and I suddenly started to feel extreme sympathy before reminding myself that she had tried to kill me as well. Yeah the evidence was my arm that would be turning blue if I was palm colored.
"I don't owe them money, I am not in debt to anyone, they however feel like when they ask for something from me, I am under the instant obligation to obey them. I don't work like that though but that explains why I kept repeating for you to take my money and kill me. Death was better than eternal suffering. They killed a man that hour and you heard them, that man was my brother, a double crosser. Truly he was on my side but "joined them"... she made a motion with her hands, To try his best to help save me the trouble. He however was in debt to them and owed them a couple thousand dollars and decided to work for them in exchange for the money he owed them, whether they know we are related or not I will never know, but I do know that my brother is dead, and that it was his last act of kindness as an apology to me. I'll explain that to you later."
I once again nodded my head but I felt a cold tear land on my hand and I knew I couldn't pretend I didn't care about her anymore, technically I didn't but I'm so empathetic that I somehow convinced myself I do, very toxic of me.
"It's okay, please just keep listening." I felt my lip tremble and I knew I wouldn't be able to speak, my throat had gone so dry water wouldn't fix it, however I still merely shook my head and leaned in to listen more intently. This is insanely low and pathetic compared to my standards.
I saw her smile and reach a hand towards me, I'm guessing to wipe my tears, but I stopped her, the reminder dinging in my head once again, y'know that she tried to kill me.
Her smile dropped slightly but I pretended not to notice and she continued. There's no reason for her to be disappointed, we don't like each other, is what I know. But my outer body is just defying that, because for some reason, I feel extremely aroused?
"Having hidden, they obviously didn't take a lot of time to look because there is a clear trail of blood from the wounds they gave me. Anyways when you came and took me in I could tell you were in shock. How was I not screaming in pain? I guess I just have a really high pain tolerance, but it did sting and feel unpleasant."
Kind of like how you wounded me and I've been struggling! You got blessed with high pain tolerance. I'll tell you that. I was prepared to ask my next question but she answered as if already having read my mind.
"When you carried me, I was shocked and scared of two things, death, though I begged for death I do not want to die. I was also scared you would find the gun that was precisely hidden in my shorts, I could only hope you weren't a pervert or that you wouldn't call the police, and I guess God was really on my side because you weren't. I did pull a gun on you with only 1 bullet left which is never really a smart decision but I thought it was either me or you and, well..."
I didn't even notice but I had started clutching my knife at this point, I looked down at my hand and it was purple with pressure. Like I said, maybe revenge wouldn't be so bad anyways. Regardless, why did she feel the need to open up to me anyways?
I don't know her name yet so I'm going with convict. Convict had noticed my hand as well and I decided to calm down, she was reasonable, and she didn't have much of a choice from what she saw.
My breathing suddenly got heavy and I started crying long heavy sobs. I felt pressure on my chest. I felt guilt and disgust with myself. My head instantly went back to my junior year of highschool even though I am 21 years old now. Damn, I wish I had spent more time with that pencil and paper, I don't think I would've reacted like this if I'd let everything off my chest. A panic attack then definitely beats a panic attack now. The random burst of pain and arousal wasn't really helping me either.
I instantly calmed down, now was NOT the time for this.  Hell, all this crying gave me hiccups.
"Wh- What's your name c- c- convict" I really needed to stop beating myself over a fair mistake.
"Just call me Kayla, but my real name is Kamakayla. I know you don't want me to touch you, but are you okay? Should I stop explaining? I can go-"
No, don't stop anything, just give me a moment. I got up hastily and got a bottle of water, I drank as much of it as I could manage without throwing up and then put the bottle down. I sat down for a bit to process what I had learned. Though I was becoming overwhelmed like before, I managed to calm down and be reasonable.
I knew I was about to do some stupid shit and that I should probably stop while I still have time but, when I'm horny, I'm a different person honestly.
My hiccups faded and I looked Kayla in the eyes. Give me a moment and don't move I said raising the knife, I doubt she had the intention to move in the first place.
She giggled and complies, staying right where I wanted her to, there is absolutely nothing funny so I bite my tongue to hold back from cursing her out.
I didn't know I liked obedient people.
I pulled out the gun she had and showed it to her, then I cocked it back properly and pointed it to her head.
"You're smart and you know there are no bullets in here,'' I whispered in her ear.
I saw her clench her thighs closer together and smiled, if I'm horny, very soon you will be too.
"But I own bullets and I WILL kill you if you don't comply with my demands." Her face turned a deep shade of red and I knew I had accomplished what I wanted. I'm a shit person, I know, holding a gun to someone's head while asking them to have sex is a crappy thing to do but, as of right now, I hate this bitch and the only thing I like about her is her physical appearance. I also managed to completely miss a day of school and work because of her so she'd better be thankful that I'm putting a comma instead of a period to her story.
"Stay" I said, raising the knife once more, I knew she wouldn't move.
I loaded the gun in my room. (I'll explain her possession of bullets later.)
"Look" I said to a crimson Kayla, "tell me what's different."
Though she didn't turn pale white, some blush drained from her face, "It's a fully loaded gun, before it wasn't loaded."
"Good job" I smirked, "Now explain what happened between you and your brother."
Kayla began to rush into the story but I held up a finger to her mouth, she's making me impatient and hornier, now I'm getting angry.
"Wait, open your mouth and stick your tongue out as far as it can go." She blushed again and I smiled at her, of course she obeyed, that brought me some satisfaction at least.
(1569 words) the update of this chapter satisfies me tbh!