INFORMAL HITMAN ― XXXTENTACION (rewritten)

16 | OH, DEAD MEAT.

Warning: graphic pictures and content.

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his shaft filled her again. Then back. When he drove forward again, she thrust back to meet him. He picked up the pace, gliding into her again and again. She moaned as pleasure filled her. His fingers found her clit and he stroked it, sending wild pleasure careening through her.

"Oh, yes. Oh, my..." She choked on a moan as he drove deep and hard, then kept driving into her like a jackhammer.

She gasped at the intensity, then quivered as an orgasm swept her away. It went on and on as Wild Card kept pounding into her, his lips nuzzling her neck. Then he jerked forward and groaned, filling her with liquid heat.

They stood there panting, him still holding her tight. His hand made this way up her side and around her neck. "God, you're so beautiful." He cooed,  encircling her thin white throat.  She blushed and attempted to slip from underneath him but he pinned her.

"Leaving so soon?" His face a mask of hate as his hands pressed her into the mattress by her throat. She made a strained gurgling sound as her airway was cut off. "It always the pretty ones that break hearts." He violently spazzed, through his gritted teeth. Pounding her into the bed.

"WHY!?"  he yelled, picking up her limp body and slamming it back on the bed. "WHY! CAN YOU JUST LOVE A NIGGA!?" He screamed, reaching for the key knife beside the bed. Her body went from conscious to unconscious as he released and gripped her throat, crushed her carotid artery

The knife was kept close to her neck as she laid rigidly within the unwanted embrace. "Only if you know what it was like to be....broken." He whispered in a calmer tone.

He lightly grazed the knife over her neck before pulling off her. It took her a few seconds to acknowledge what was going on, but when she did her hand reached up to massage her bruised neck as she coughed and gasped for air.

"Some kill, some steal, some break your heart. And you thought that I would let it go and let you walk?" he chuckled sinisterly, bend down to grab his favorite "sex" toy from underneath the bed and flung it at her chest.

The ax went straight in her heart, as the sounds of her ribs and bones being broken turned him on. The blood had flowed so freely from the severed opening, now lay in pools around the corpse and soaked into his light cotton sheets like some garish Halloween dummy. But this one was real. It smelled like an abattoir, but it didn't bother him.

To Him, blood was no more interesting than any other mess that needed cleaning. Every day it coated his walls and expensive sheet, but he neither noticed or cared for its smell. It was so ubiquitous and to him no more significant than the smell of the roses in the hospital gardens or the undertone of bleach that was ever-present.

"I should've fucked you longer.." He bluntly says, yanking the ax from her chest, immediately collapsed after he pulled his weapon out of her; opening up the wound to admire. Blood squirted out of her chest and her, still beating, heart was out for display. 

This time, He flung the axe at her head, cracking into her skull. He attempted to yank it out again but it was stuck. Moving it around he could hear her brains being crushed, smudging together. From blood leaked out her head, creating a mess on the sheets and floor.

Sighing out in frustration, he tossed himself on the bloody sheets beside the dead corpses.  "Fuck, How am I going to clean this up? -" He question was cut off by the door bell.