Obsessed

Chapter 45: Tongue Twister

Cole

Unknown Area: August 4th, 2022 1:31 AM

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I raised my right foot, putting it in between his legs, over his crotch.

He flinched at the sudden impact, laughing right after.

I pressed my foot harder.

He gasped, trying his best to not give any reaction of pain.

I thought of everything he did to Charlie, adding up the scenarios. I looked down, not noticing anything in that region. There was no way his cock wouldn't have been acting up with such a pretty girl. It only meant one thing and it made me glad. I grinned, happy to know he didn't have a penis.

"What did you think? I woulda fucked her if I could've." He grinned. "Fucking hundred times, I woulda."

"Oh yeah?" I bent down, still stepping on his pelvis.

I picked up the metal rod from his side, tightly holding it in my right hand. I moved my foot, squatting down in front of him. I looked into his reddened eyes.

"Fuck on this." I fisted the metal piece, touching its tip on his balls.

He stopped grinning for a second, looking me dead in the eye.

I slowly moved my hand forward, pushing the sharp end between his legs. I increased my force, feeling his skin rupture slowly.

He winced, dropping his hand off of his stomach immediately. His eyes widened. He sat up straight, looking down at my hands.

I turned the rod, pushing it deeper into him.

He looked up at me, his eyes still wide in shock. I stared at him straight faced.

"Ah–" He whimpered, looking at me in utter confusion.

I stared at him, unsatisfied.

He stared back at me, completely silent. It wasn't long before he coughed, letting out a chuckle with it.

"Ouch." He grinned, hissing in pain through his shut teeth.

I hooded my eyes, pulling it out. He flinched. I looked at the blood on the rod, standing up. It wasn't enough. I needed something more. Something above his level. Or at least at his level. I hovered over the vanity, looking around for something that would give me a crazy idea. There was nothing there but a lighter. It was the only option I had.

I looked at the metal, then at the lighter, flicking it on.

"Haha... Seems like you're just like me." Morro's voice mumbled from behind me.

I ignored him, heating the tool up to its max. I dropped the lighter, walking back to the lunatic.

I sat on my right knee, kicking his leg open with my thick boots. I spun the metal rod in my hand, lowering it back to his wound. I pushed it back in.

"Fuck!" He yelled, looking up as he raised his head all the way back.

His body jounced, his lower lip and chin immediately imbruing in the waterfall of blood that burst out of his mouth. I watched the black looking blood trace down his tattooed chest.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

He gagged, looking back down.

He panted. He did a great job hiding the majority of the pain and I knew he loved the feeling too, but the face he made, it was a reaction I was thirsting to see from him. I grinned, feeling excited.