She Lusts For The Kill~ Caminah (G!P)

Meeting My Thirst

(If you're easily grossed out, skip)

A few weeks go by and the craving for blood on my hands made itself evident. Camila suggested that I come on a killing spree with her, and surprisingly, I agreed.

She told me that the adrenaline is addicting and once you get to see the look in your victim's eyes as their soul leaves their body, is invigorating. So, now, here we are, with our God-knows-what-number victim together.

The helpless, injured girl grovels from us as she passes me a blue handled knife. "Cheena?" I take the knife and smirk down at the girl.

I admit, I'm actually a little nervous. Like what if she survives and calls the cops? I can't let that happen! I stab her right leg, and she lets out this blood curling scream that just makes me shiver.

"PLEASE!!! I WON'T SAY ANYTHING!!! DON'T KILL ME!!!" The brunette begs. I tap my chin and look at Camila, "What you think, Walz? Should we let her go?" She copies my action then looks at the girl evilly.

"Kill her, now! Kill her now!" I bite my lip and look at the girl, who's screaming bloody murder. "Shh...," I caress her bruised cheek with the pad of my thumb and make kissing noises at her.

"I didn't even start yet." Tears stain the girl's cheeks as she begs, but they're muted by the blood pumping in my ears. I run my left hand over her face with my eyes closed.

"Shhhhh.....this'll only hurt a bit," I say in a singsong voice. I raise the knife in the air and brought it down with tremendous force right into her heart.

I open my eyes to see her fighting for her life. Her eyes flutter and I widen them with my fingers, "Oh, no. Keep them open a little longer."

Her soul slowly starts to fade away and I smile like a lunatic. I push the girl's bloody, matted hair in fake care. Soon, the girl's breathing shallows and her soul disappears.

I lean down, licking the thick blood streak on her neck slowly with a sigh. Something my baby got me to do.

At first I opposed, utterly disgusted, but with a few slices against my stomach and belt around my neck, I obeyed.

I'm her puppet and I don't mind it, oddly. I love how she is to me.

I turn over to Camila and she claps softly. "I'm impressed, DJ. Now, let's go. It's going to rain and the water would wash away our mess," I take my knife out of the girl and kick her into the hole in the floorboards before closing it.

This house is the same one we used to torture our "dolls", as Mila would call them. "Baby," she chuckles, taking the pad of her thumb over my bottom lip the stuck it in my mouth.

I lick my lips, eyeing her hungrily. "You're such a messy girl, no?" I nod slowly.

We casually leave the isolated area on our bicycles and followed the route home.

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"Let's go out tonight," my crazy baby says. She's currently laying on top of me, bare as the day she was born. She lifts her head, biting her lip with a smile.

I raise an eyebrow, "And do...?" I trail off. She folds her hands on my chest and rests her chin there. She shrugs her shoulders and I sigh. "I don't really wanna go out tonight, my love."

She licks her lips, then starts to kiss my jaw.

"I wanna try something new," she says.

"Yeah? Like what?"

She places on last kiss and looks at me. "A combination," she says confidently. I scoot back, then sat up. She rests between my legs, now hugging my waist.