Us against the fucking world

Chapter 2 (smut warning)

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James

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It was strange, id never danced before not in the loose way i was now. Maybe this was a build up? if so that was bad. I didn't like build ups. Build ups were very bad.

Something was off i stopped dancing and looked to Alyssa, had she always been so beautiful? She had been watching me. The one thing she had promised she wouldn't do.

She looked at me and told me to sit down and take my pants off, in those next few moments i didn't know what was happening i did as she said, she looked at my huge cock and licked her lips, she placed her hands at the base of it, a sensation id never felt before but... It was amazing the feeling of her hands made it get harder, something she noticed and seemed to smile, then she began to place her mouth over it and that made me unsure and uncomfortable, it felt sure as hell amazing but i couldnt enjoy it. Not from the girl i wanted to murder. I decided to pass the time by thinking about how id kill her, where the best place to stab her was, but every time i thought of this id be drawn back the picture in my mind of her in her bra speaking of how "being sad and angry at the same time made her horny?" well, if thats what happened every time she felt that way maybe id make her feel like that more often

no James.

That isnt right. That is not how you feel. You want her so you can kill her, you can't feel anything more towards her you can't care about who you want to kill she will be my victim. I will end her life.
Its better to burn out than to fade away?
The guy who killed his "Girlfriend" then himself sounds like a cool way to go doesnt it, to go down in history as a perhaps "well known" killer
Maybe this is how all this shit will go down.

Then

I snapped back to reality, Alyssa was glaring at me, I'd zoned out, lost in the thoughts of her murder. Of each way i could do this, i could face her away from me, then i wouldnt have to look at her face as the pain of my knife slitting her major arteries on either side of her throat, then her blood spilling on the ground around her. But no.
I couldnt do it now it would be too obvious,
But in a place like this maybe i could frame it as suicide, leave the knife in one of her hands.
Then that would be it?
Isn't it terrifying how easy it as to trick those who are supposed to be protecting us?

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Author's note,
i stole a line from imverylonely89 's story go read it :) (a f***ing love story)