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Cavaliere (Horror Special 3)

WARNING: This scenario has foul language, graphic imagery, crude humor, murder, sexual content, triggering content, and repulsive content.

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"Baby, please stay and fuck me some more," the whore purred in my ear, trying so hard to seduce me. My eyes squinted in disgust as I shook her arms off of my shoulders.

"I'd stay and fuck your loose pussy for the third time, but you don't get me hard anymore. Sorry sweetie, but I have important business to attend to."

I ran my hand through my dark brown locks, and smoothed out my post-sex hair as I coolly put on clothes. The prostitute sat bare-naked on the bed with her arms crossed over her chest as she huffed in frustration.

Before I could leave, I walked up to her, and left a hot, messy kiss on her lips. "Don't pout, dollface. You're still my favorite." The lie seeped out of my unruly mouth right into the pierced ears of the tramp, who had a look of delight and hope displayed on her face.

I zapped back to my room, and instantly crashed on my bed. I was fucking exhausted. Dollface was a workout, I tell you that.

Being the prince of hell ain't that bad, especially with demons lining up at my door for a good fuck. But sometimes I wished that these whores would just leave me alone. I wonder if this was how father felt when he began his reign as king.

I stared up at the intricate paintings on the ceiling — the ceiling that was forced to be painted by one of best painters in Hell (courtesy of father, of course).

My life wouldn't be this way if it wasn't for Lucifer. The human me thought that I'd burn in the lake of fire like the other bastards who end up here, but Lucifer took me in and treated me like I was his own son.

He thought that my interest and observations of the human anatomy could be useful in the "torture department" of hell. I know how to make every bastard or whore squeal like a little pig with what I can do with my scummy, skillful hands.

Torturing pathetic, infelicitous souls reminds me of the time I was mistreated as a kid.

People didn't fall at my feet, I wasn't good looking, and I definitely didn't have a dick big enough to fuck with.

I was the weird kid — the outcast. The human anatomy was my world, and people thought it was the stupidest thing ever. They called me dork, dweeb, geek, and all the elementary derogatory terms in the dictionary.

When freshman year of high school came along, I started to act differently; my body started to act differently. I remember washing my underwear in the middle of the night because of my first ever wet dream about this girl in my class.

As a curious kid, I decided to research what was going on with my fourteen year old body, and that was also during the time I first watched porn. Taehyung, Jr. was excited to see real (fake) boobs and pussy for the first time.

When I delved in deeper into the world of anatomy, I had so much information to share with people, but like I said before, I was the outcast.

I became the freak of the school because I pulled up a girl's skirt and asked if I could perform Cunnilingus. I was gutsy for a nerdy fourteen year old, but that braveness led to belt marks on my butt and rock salt on my knees. My parents called it "discipline."