My Captivating Romance (with a serial killer)

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December 12th

I was determined to make myself just as corrupt as Gerard, if only to have him. But it was a fine line I had to walk, killing only the evil as he did. Or I would simply be added next to his list of monsters that needed terminating.

I'd already killed one person, surely a second wouldn't make me go completely insane.

I was sleeping when Gerard brought home his victim. It was a woman, the first I'd ever seen him bring. She was a hooker who killed men after she was finished with them, stealing their money. Her bleached hair was ratted, and she had black smears around her wet eyes. She glared at me as I watched Gerard start the process of his intricate knots.

"What are you looking at?" She snapped, voice snotty from tears. I watched her, closely. She was no older than thirty-two.

"Talk to her again, and I'll rip out your fucking lungs." Gerard stated calmly, slicing off her littlest finger as if he was cutting a carrot. Her screams rattled in my head, making me fill with warmth. Sense memory told me that when Gerard was done, he would be aroused. He would take that arousal out on me.

"How many days will you keep her?" I asked as he walked past me to his tools, laid out neatly. Some of them were nearly surgical, while others looked like they belonged in a caveman exhibit. I had never gotten to see them up close before.

"Not long," Gerard said, looking irritated. He wouldn't torture the woman for long, she wasn't as bad as others, so he wouldn't stretch it out even if he wanted too. "She's only killed four men so far." He said, sliding his hands over my hips. I leaned into his hold and shut my eyes as he pressed gentle kisses over my eyelids. A complete contrast to the harsh movements and even harsher actions he'd executed on the girl.

I looked over his shoulder. The woman was glaring at us with disgust.

Hatred burned in me.

"I want you to hurt her." I whispered against his lips. Gerard's eyes flickered open in shock.

"What?" He asked, looking down at me intently.

"I don't trust her, she's evil. Kill her slowly." I coaxed. Gerard was going to kill her within the day, but because I asked, he kept her for nearly three. When he was done, she was nothing but bone and blood.

I didn't need to kill, it turned out. I could tell Gerard secretly what I wanted and he did it. Sometimes I would stand behind him. I would whisper into his ear, and lay my hand over his wrist to guide his tools into the flesh of our victims.

I was high with power. I had tamed the mighty killer Gerard Way. He was putty in my hands. He did whatever I asked, and it made my blood sing with delight.

He fucked me that night.

He laid me down carefully on the bed, kissing my neck and caressing every inch of me. He took me apart piece by piece, warning me when I moaned, telling me to be careful because I might make him snap. But I just moaned louder, arched further. Gerard slid my panties down my legs and unhooked my bra, tossing them both aside.

He bit and licked at my breasts, tugging on my bars and moaning when I pulled his hair. I had told him I wouldn't object to him tying me up again, but he declined, saying he wanted to feel me wrapped around him. I yanked on his shirt, pulling it over his head before going to his belt. It took me a few seconds but I finally got it undone.

Gerard got up and stood at the end of the bed, unzipping his black jeans and sliding them down his thighs, along with his boxers. I started in awe, my body becoming a bundle of anxious nerves as I took in the sight of him fully naked. He was at least eight inches with thickness to match, a mess of coarse dark hair covering his pubic bone and trailing up to his belly button. He wasn't skinny, I noticed. He looked soft and beautiful, his scars showing bright and silvery along his thighs. He pulled a small foil packet from his discarded jeans. He opened it with his teeth and slid the latex barrier over his length. I laid back on the bed and he slowly crawled over me.