Wildfire

(09)

Kenneth Deora

'Fuck- fuck Kenneth!' Her screams, her moans, her pretty little sounds echoed in my mind. The filthy wet sounds, the gasps. They had consumed my mind since I had dropped her home and went back to mine.

I took the keys to that room, our room, home. That was off public use now. Visuals of the bar flooded my mind, deep lust clouded my mind. My mind for the millionth time played the sounds of her screaming my name.

My hand found its way to my already erect cock, I closed my eyes letting the thoughts of her take over. I let them envelope me. She had this deep control over me which melts everything in me and after all my walls and defences crumble up at her feet, her fire reaches my heart. I don't know the intensity of that fire yet. It can melt me with its warmth or burn me with its conflagration but at the end of the day my heart, my body, my soul was hers to do as she pleased.

My hand worked itself on me, bringing me closer to edge. The sound of the water from the shower hitting my back and then the floor muffled my moans. I threw my head back as the memory of her cunt gripping my fingers dropped me over the edge. "Fuck, Mariana..." the words spilled out of my mouth without control like the smile which followed.

"Goddamn it." I whispered, getting back to my shower.

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Mariana Montanari

"So, Mary" his fingers lingered lower than my back guiding me in the room locking it.

"Yes." I try to move away from him only for his grip to tighten on my waist. I let out a whimper.

"What was that? Am I hurting little Mary?" "Y-yes-" before I could finish the sentence he flipped me around and threw me on the bed face down.

"Stop-" I couldn't finish what I was going to say

"Is this your first time, Mary?" It was not my first time. But when I got kicked out of my house I thought that was all over. But it wasn't. It wasn't over. Fuck it wasn't over. Would it ever be over?

He pulled my hair up for leverage. "Look at the mirror while I put a whore like you in her place" and I did. I looked at myself being torn. Being pushed back to where I crawled up from. I looked at my soul being taken away from me. Piece by piece. Sliver by sliver.

He was hurting me in every way possible and I had no right or no way to stop him. I gripped the bed and stared at myself being dragged to hell. Again.

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"How long, Gianna?" I clipped the ear piece into my ear. "Around 3 minutes" I nodded. She can't see you, idiot. Right. "Okay."

I was tired from standing up for too long but I was not going to sit on his bed.

I walked around seeing no pictures of any family except posters of a few porn stars and himself. Fucking Pathetic.

Sound of steps on wooden stairs got me alert and I gripped the knife in my hands tighter as the door opened.

"Oh well hello there. Usually I work extra to get ladies in my bed." He walked closer but I didn't miss the shock in his eyes. Who really cares when it's gonna turn into fear and then pain soon.

"That's not hard to guess with a face like that and worse personality."

"Feisty." He pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at me, making me scoff.

"What happened? Didn't miss me?" I bent dodging the bullet he shot.

"I think you're at the wrong house" he shot two more bullets that I dodged. "I'm at the correct house." by the gun model he has three more bullets. I'd have to wait for him to get through them.

"Don't remember me?" I faked a pout as he shot all three at once. I managed to dodge two and get hit by one. It's nothing fatal and he has no more bullets so I attack.

I jumped at him with my knife stabbing into his shoulder. "Missed Little Mary?" I twisted the knife in his shoulder as recognition hit his eyes with the pain.

"Y-you escaped." He spoke between his failed attempts to get me away from him.
How I got into the mafia is another story but the training I got for that was certainly not useless.

"I missed you, Daddy." Venom dripped from my voice as I said the name he forced me to call him. I pulled my knife out, making his blood gush out, covering me. I finally felt clean now.

This was how I'd clean my soul. With the blood of all the monsters that instead of under my bed stayed on the bed and forced me with them and the Second on the list was Lucas Carlin.

"Wake up." I said, splashing a glass of water on him. I had only stabbed his shoulder but I'd hit the right nerve which had paralyzed his left half.

A few sharp hits on his skull and it cracked open. In a single cut I tore the skin over the cut, literally opening his skull.

I had done brain surgeries previously. Part of how I got into the mafia. But that was all as a doctor. But this. This was revenge. This was my art form and what kind of artist doesn't sign their artwork.

Mary.

I carved the name onto his brain which was now on the floor.

I looked up at the mirror again. Covered in blood. Finally clean. A smile crept up my face. I should probably have had someone else cut him up and clean up but this was not a part of the mafia.

This was revenge and each one of them would go down just like this. I was done with 2 out of the 8 men.

I took the chopped up body behind his house and spread the pieces. I watched from the car as a pack of hyenas feasted. At least he did some good to the world.

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