A Night To Taste

Chapter 8 : Katerine

A sudden shift of weight gets me into my consciousness.

Was I out of my mind all this while?

Where is the man??

Oh. There.

He climbs on top of me next. His whole body weight is on me but he is careful not to crush me. I'm underweight by the way. He grabs my jaw harshly forcing my head to snap toward him.

No, please. I don't want anything more. Just fine by the single storm.

Sound of the zipper opening distracts me and I'm curious what will happen next.

Will Katerine be able to handle it?

Will Katerine survive?

Will the beast spare Katerine instead of killing?

Shut up brain. Stop commentating.

Well, maybe I was a little bit needy few hours ago. But I don't want anything now. At least, I don't want being gagged. I have never done it before. Maybe I have seen some X-rated images of a man's dick but getting touched-sorry I mean fucked- by it is so-not-my-type.

He taps my cheek with his all four fingers furiously. More like slapping me to make me conscious.

My mouth hangs open by the forceful slapping. As soon as he gets the chance, he thrusts three fingers in my mouth as he opens them with his tight slaps. Why does it tastes salty?

Realization hits in and I rethink about my life decisions. First of all, was I that unconscious that I didn't realize that he coated his fingers with my arousal. Second, why am I here for God's sake?

I run my tongue around his fingers. Damn. Even his fingers feel so good in my mouth. They would feel better inside me. 

Stupid thoughts! No place for you.

A chuckle comes out of his throat.

Before I can even process whether to run, hide or stay.

He pushes the fingers further till I think I'll gag but he retreats just in time. Only to lodge them deeper down my throat. Guess he will do the same with his cock.

He continues with his ministrations and here I am lying on the bed with him on top of me ready to come again. He pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his mouth. 

But the fact is, it doesn't feel like kissing. 

It feels as if he is trying to unravel something inside of me but couldn't find. Because I don't want him to find. I don't want anyone to find that sick depraved piece of me which I have been hiding from the world. Not only the world but from myself too. Correction: It is like I'm hiding from that part of me. And know its pretty fucking dangerous.

And why it shouldn't be. I had the first of my rape fantasies spiraling in my mind on a Halloween. A fucking HALLOWEEN. Adding to my misery. THAT HALLOWEEN. 

What do you think? That I came here only because I didn't want to upset my best friend? Nah. If it weren't for my fantasies I would've never dared to look in the direction of this building. And that on this day? That's totally out of option. Okay, I admit it was for Nate too. But the major reason was this.

But because the sick part of me waits impatiently every year for this day of the year. On The Devil's Birthday. I accepted the offer. I have felt a strange connection between me and this day from the very fucking bad night of my life. I am pretty sure all fucked up things in my life are because of that day. The fantasies, the love for horror, the fear of -not death- but of what or who is my death.