Mafia fascinations(2nd book in mafias obsession series)

chapter 27: Watched by the dead

The eyes were filled with nothingness yet then again they were filled with everything. They had no life to them, they no longer existed, yet they knew every single secret that was ever held and every single thought that was ever in someone's mind. 

I wondered what lives were lived before they ceased to exist. Were they parents? Siblings? Partners even? Were they rich or poor? What did they do to taunt someone so much to be murdered? 

Their pale skin, lifeless eyes and dismembered bodies fascinated me. Their bodies had all different types of cuts and gashes, some of them had parts of themselves missing. They looked like ruined dolls or strange toys you would find in a horror movie or charity shop. I wanted to know what it felt like to be them, what it felt like to be so lifeless. To have no thoughts run through your mind, to have no way of escape, to be watched so closely.

I wondered how long the bodies had been in here for. The rotting ones must have been here for at least a couple of weeks, but the ones that looked like they could open their eyes right this second must have been here for only a few days. Were some of these bodies so fresh that the lives were only taken earlier on?

I still couldn't believe that I had found these bodies, on Halloween as well. Was this a sick prank being pulled by someone else? Maybe an evil joke? My mind tried to think of who would pull a prank like this, who would be twisted and dark enough to do so. Did Lye and Sadie have this as part of their party? Maybe a twisted event for after?

Yet the bodies seemed too real to be anything other than the truth. And apparently I enjoyed that too much, shown by the hand between between my legs and the soft gasps that escaped my mouth every now and then. It was sick. I was sick. Looking at dead bodies and finding it so fascinating that I found myself taking pleasure from it.

Why was mind wired this way? Why did I enjoy the fact that people had been murdered so much? Why did I crave to be like them? To be murdered brutally, having stab wounds or a bullet hole. To be tortured before I got killed, knowing that death was coming, yet it just wasn't there yet. I wanted the grim reaper to come, yet others were terrified. Did I get turned on by the fear? Did I love it that much?

Maybe when I went through such horrible things as a kid, my mind found a way of escapism by finding it normal and somewhat even a turn on. What was wrong with me? I almost hated myself for feeling this way. For wanting such awful things to happen to me. Maybe I was as much of a bad person as others said I was.

Hearing a creak in the corner, I froze. I almost prayed that it was just a rat, I didn't want someone to walk in on me and see what a moralless person I was. Anyone that walked in on me right now would be disgusted and probably even more disgusted that another person being in the room wouldn't stop me. It wasn't like I was truly doing anything wrong right? I mean I wasn't doing anything to the bodies, I was doing things to myself instead. After all I wasn't attracted to the bodies, I was attracted to the thought of being like them. Yet something deep down told me it was just as bad.

Hearing footsteps, I almost screamed. Please leave. Please don't see me like this. Please save your-

"Is this what our whore thinks when she sees dead people? I think she needs to be taught a lesson" Fuck. Hearing the familiar voice, my eyes shot up, seeing Lye standing there with Sadie.

"I- I-" I tried to find the words. Tried to find an explanation. Yet what explanation was there for this? What explanation was there for being this sick and twisted?

"You what? Speak up slut." I couldn't. I simply didn't know what I was to stay. What did they think of me being stood here?

"Fuck~" my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Them watching me, had me turned on so much more.

"Kneel" disobeying her command, I stayed standing. I seemed to be in a trance, I couldn't do anything, the only part of me that seemed to be able to move was my fingers against my dripping pussy.

"She said kneel." Lye spoke the words sternly, kicking the back of my legs so I fell to the floor. "You want to act like a slut? Then you'll be treated like one."

My hair was instantly pulled, making my head tilt back. "Open~" I shook my head softly, silently saying the words 'make me'. "I said open." Instantly his hand wrapped around my throat, yet his hand was so much tighter than it was before, making me open my mouth and try to gasp for air.

His cock was down my throat in only a matter of seconds, making me see stars with the lack of air. Feeling something sharp against me I wanted to turn my head to see, wanted to see what was being scratched against my skin. What was hurting me so much, but Lye's hand around my throat made that impossible.

"Sluts don't get to know what is being used on them. They simply enjoy it~ so be a good slut and enjoy being used." My eyes looked up at him, pleading him to let me know, but it was no use.

"The bodies didn't get to have the knowledge of what was happening~ so neither do you~" Sadie whispered against my ear, continuing to dig whatever she had into me. As it digged deeper, a soft whine tried escaping my throat.

"Oh fuck yes~ keep doing that to her sweetheart~" Lye groaned, gripping my hair tighter. At Lye's words, whatever was digging inside me digged deeper, making me feel my blood drip down my leg. I craved to beg them for forgiveness, yet at the same time I craved to beg them for more.

Suddenly the sharp thing moved places, being pressed against my thigh now. Dragging up my thigh, getting closer and closer to my fear. Trying to push them away, Lye grabbed his chain and passed it to Sadie. "Tie her up. Our slut doesn't get to escape." Trying to shake my head, a sharp sting landed on my cheek. "Complain again and it'll be harder." I knew he was trying to threaten me, yet I loved the idea of being slapped harder.

Scraping my teeth against his cock and keeping my eyes on him, a small smirk appeared on my lips. Leave your mark on me master. As Lye tightened his hand around my throat, I tried escaping from the chains that Sadie just wrapped around my wrists. The lack of air made me feel like death was just around the corner. Was I really gonna die at the hands of my masters?

Suddenly a scream got stuck in my throat at the sudden pain I felt. I could feel my blood drip down my thighs as the sharp thing got deeper inside me. It hurt. It hurt so fucking badly. Yet I loved it. I loved the blood dripping down my thighs.

Before I could get used to the pain, it became ten times worst as it began to thrust inside me. It felt like my walls were being cut into. Maybe they were.

"Fuck she's so beautiful~" Lye groaned as he wiped a tear from my cheek. Almost as suddenly as the pain arrived, it disappeared. Lifting me up like I weighed nothing, Lye placed me on his lap. "Your tears are so pretty little baby~" he chuckled. "I'm sorry baby girl, did we scare you?" Suddenly his tone was softer, as he ran his fingers through my hair "poor little baby" closing my eyes at his touch, I leaned into it, feeling safe once again.

Yet maybe I had relaxed too quickly, because as soon as I did he pushed me back onto the floor and thrusted his cock inside me. "Aww~ I'm sorry baby~" he laughed, thrusting his cock deeper inside me. I didn't know whether to focus on the pleasure he was giving me or the pain from my forming bruises.

As he thrusted harder, screams escaped my lips but it wasn't long until they were silenced as my head was suffocated by Sadie's thighs. "Shush little whore~"

Looking down I saw my blood dripping onto his cock, making a small smile appear on my face. He was marking me and I was marking him. I knew it was wrong, loving the pain. Some part of me even hated that I was turned on by it all, but at the same time I loved it.

Being suffocated more in Sadie's thighs,  stars appeared again, making me slowly see black until I gave in and lat the darkness completely consume me. Maybe I was just as fucked as my mind was.