Mercy

Part 9: Feelings

A/N: Hi, so today I have been writing and posting everyday for four months straight (mostly gay, haha) and it feels like a huge accomplishment so I just wanted to share it because I am actually kind of proud of this. 

TW: Blood and sex (big surprise, I know)
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She held the knife to my throat and I thought about how it would feel sliding across my neck. I held some pride in how sharp I kept my knife, I had a sharpening stone and everything. That might be good, she won't have to use a dull knife. Charlotte put her free hand on my cheek and brought her face close to mine. Our noses were almost touching and I could feel her breath against my lips. She was looking for something, the way her eyes searched mine I could tell that something was off. I could probably have made the same conclusion from her holding a knife to my neck.

"Beg" She said and I almost laughed.

"No" I said plainly. She looked defeated again, the spark in her eyes was gone.

"Why couldn't you just... Why couldn't you just do it? You said you would" She sounds like a little kid disappointed I'm a broken promise. "It was supposed to be over but now, now I'm just bleeding everywhere and you ruined my bra" She got off me and grabbed a shirt from my dresser and went to the kitchen. I get up and follow her. She is grabbing her things and she looks like she is about to leave. I know I can't let her. I stand between her and the door.

"You know that I can't let you leave" She looks annoyed. "Look. This is all new to me but I think that you are different and I can't work it out but I want you around. I want your messed up mind and your ugly sides" I pull her in and kiss her. She stays still and I walk her into the wall pinning her against it. "I won't let you leave Charlotte. You are mine"

"I'm yours?" She questions, still looking sceptical.

"Mhm..." I can see something soften in her eyes, like she found the thing she had been looking for. I saw her mouth move just a little, forming a tiny smile.

"Ok" She kissed me and for the first time in my life it felt exciting rather than just calculated. "Amelia... I can tell. I can tell you mean it" She smiles and I think I am falling in love. For the first time in my life I genuinely care about the person in front of me and I care about her caring for me. "Are you going to take care of me?" She asks coyly and I know what she means, she wants me to fuck her and I actually really really want to.

I grab her shirt tightly as I push her back to the bedroom. The bed is a mess and I hold her against the wall instead as I pull her, no, my t-shirt over her head. Her bra falls to the ground and she is once again exposed. I started to kiss her throat, biting down to hear her moan, she really did like pain and I never understood just how much I would enjoy inflicting it in different forms. I liked choking, that I knew. I liked cutting and that I had imagined but I really liked biting. I liked leaving marks, I liked to feel how my teeth broke through her skin and how she gasped for air and wined. Were there other things I had never considered I might like? Probably.

"Give me the knife" She said and I was once again surprised. I backed away and looked at it. It was bloody and as I looked at it on the bed it really looked like a crime scene. I took the knife and thought about what she might do. No matter her plan I did not doubt that it would entertain me. I stood close to her again and I started to cut the edge of her tights.

"What are you going to do with the knife Charlotte?" I asked teasingly as I cut the waist of her tights further and further.

"It's a surprise" Her voice was shaky but she looked calm, maybe even determined. I gave her the knife and she smiled. There was trust, she trusted me with everything and I trusted her not to stab me. I think that in this moment she loved me and I had never had such power over another human before. She took the knife and held it to her own throat. "Does this turn you on?" I nodded, it really did. She lowered it a little. She applied pressure and dragged it from one collarbone to the other. She screamed and I swear to god that I could have climaxed in that moment. Blood started to flow down her chest and she dropped the knife, it was probably a physical response to the pain. I ran my hands over her breasts, they were now covered in blood. I don't know what happened but I started to lick over the wound, it tasted like metal and honestly it wasn't bad. I didn't like messy things but apparently I really liked this kind of mess.

I started to suck on her nipples and I could hear her moan loudly. My hands rip her tights and I put my fingers inside of her. She was just as wet as bloody and I couldn't decide what was hotter. She takes my fingers so well and she moans in a way I don't think I have ever heard. It is almost animalistic. I turn us around and shove her to the floor. She lands on her back and her head bounces off the hardwood floor. It looked funny. She is in pain, but then again she was before the fall as well. She is completely naked from the waist up and the only thing really remaining of her clothes are the ripped tights and her panties. I leaned down and pulled the remnant of her tights off. She truly was beautiful like this and I felt my hands almost itching to touch her. I straddle her and put my hand on her chest over the cut, pushing her down. I can feel the blood, I can feel her rising chest and I can feel the way her heart is pounding. The sounds she makes are something between moans and yelps of pain.

I move down her body, she is still and just watching me. I remove her panties, there is surprisingly little blood on them but they are soaked. She is now naked, I am fully clothed. She is wounded, I am not. She is the prey and I am the predator.

"I am yours" She whispers and I just smile down at her. I smiled but then I had a cold feeling run down my spine. I tried to ignore it as I fucked her. She came quickly, so I kept going. After the third orgasm she begged me to stop. It is almost funny that this was the activity she would beg me to stop doing seeing what had transpired earlier. She came five times before I stopped and let her catch her breath. I still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

She was mine and I came to a realization. Something I really wished was not true. This was not love, it was just something new and after cutting her and fucking her I was bored. She was mine and I was bored. I should feel bad but I don't, once again I feel nothing. 

"I... I think I am falling in love with you Amelia" She says quietly, almost as if she is ashamed. She should be, she is fucking pathetic. I know what I have to do. I look at her and I think she knows it as well. I can see her freeze. There is panic in her eyes and after all of this I am excited again, I am going to kill her. I am going to kill her and I am going to really enjoy it.