[TORD'S POV]
Afternoon
Finally, I will have what I've always desired with nothing in the way. The catharsis of killing my main obstacle is euphoric, not to mention Thomas' tongue around my hard cock, mindlessly allowing me to thrust deep into his pretty little throat. I roughly held his head, using it to please myself, a small smirk finally meeting my lips as the pleasure rushed through me. This is how it ought to be. A dead man and a braindead man in my very own residence, both having pleased me so very much in their own ways. This is my peak.
I took note of how empty Tom seemed, his eyes half-lidded, body limp. There was an uncanny lack of resistance to how his head moved as I continued to thrust myself into his mouth. Almost as limp as a corpse, he showed no sign of denial. I paused movement, sliding out and letting go of his head. Thankfully, he remained upright and even managed to look up at me. His facial expression was blank, his mouth remaining open wide with his tongue out. He didn't move an inch as I stared down at him. Oh, he was broken alright.
I bit my lip, pushing him onto his back swiftly yet unhurriedly. He didn't react in the slightest as I slid his jeans from his body, unclothing him completely. It was as if he was a true sex doll, completely compliant and unmoving. As I went to grasp his thighs and lift them, he helped move them on his own, spreading his legs for me. I glared at him, his countenance now empty yet somehow content, I daresay. "Are you in there?" I asked, preparing to fuck him hard and steady. He didn't respond, eyes falling shut. I pushed my cock into his hole, eliciting a slight moan from him, but nothing else. "Thomas?" I asked, a smirk growing on my lips when he remained quiet but opened his eyes to look at me.
"What a good object you are." I praised, leaning down over him to nip at his neck as I thrust into him, moving quickly to catch back up to my pleasure. His legs laid flat on the floor, his hands by his sides, not even trembling or twitching from the pain of my rough insertions. Now interested to see what it would take to get a reaction out of him, I grabbed his hips, hammering into him all while taking a large bite out of his neck. He emitted a soft moan, but again, showed no signs of defiance. I chuckled darkly next to his ear, his complacent behaviors bringing me closer to my much-deserved orgasm.
With a few final thrusts, I came inside of Thomas, then reeled back from the frail form. It didn't react to me in the slightest, though seemed to feel some kind of pain and pleasure during the interaction. It was perfect. Yes, finally, the ideal possession. An object that listens to my every demand. I slapped the top of its thigh, conjuring from it a soft whimper. "That's good." I licked my lips, reaching over to lift it into my arms and bring it upstairs. I settled it onto my bed, taking a step back to admire my craftsmanship.
Grabbing my favorite knife, I climbed back on top of it, leaving an incision in its abdomen. It breathed heavily and whimpered, the sounds playing like melodies to my ears. A rush of excitement flowed through me, my heartbeat picking up its pace. I'd done it. I raised the knife, throwing it into its left elbow, the blade piercing the skin and flesh to the very bone. Possibly past the bone. I heard a squeak, but it then seemed to lose consciousness. I carefully cut off its arm at the elbow, blood leaking onto the sheets as I tossed the arm onto the floor without care. I got off from it and grabbed a rope, tying it around the upper arm tightly to stop the bleeding. No more humanity is left in this body. None in mine nor Thomas'.
Retrieving something from a locked cabinet in the office, I returned, my stride unstoppable and confident as I approached the bedside again. Holding a gun, I grabbed its waist and smacked its skin, watching as it deteriorated from a soft pale tan to a deep reddened pink. It seemed completely unbothered by the gun in my hand, and I couldn't hold myself back once more as I inserted myself into Thomas' hole, thrusting immediately with a vigorous pace, its insides squeezing me warmly as though pulling me in deeper with desperation. It moaned and whimpered, allowing me to continue using it, violating its walls with each forceful push in then swift pull out. I grunted, beginning to feel about as good as when I first fucked Thomas, maybe even as good as I did when I traumatized it more recently. It's a high I shall always chase and will never stop fighting for.
