𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨 | 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞

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3:15am

Richard watched Rose while taking a long inhale and drag from his cigarette, she was oblivious to his gaze. He wanted to hurt her, hear her cry. He obviously would never stoop that low again, or so he thought. The lust to kill would always be there, it would haunt him on those late nights he couldn't sleep— the constant reminder of the need to make others suffer. Sometimes he'd catch himself watching Rose sleep at night, he'd wander what emotions her eyes would show if he plowed his blade into his chest. Would it be fear? The fear of death? Or fear of him? What about betrayal? Closing his eyes for a few seconds he exhaled and leaned his head back, Rose stared out the window and gazed at the moon. It had been stalking them all night, regardless if it was peaked behind the heavy forming gray rain clouds. "Looks like it's going to rain soon." She glanced back at Richard, he nodded and popped a cassette into the player before turning to Rose. He stared at her and glanced down to her neck, there was a long drag through her flesh. The scratch was deep, but not deep enough to hurt her. She didn't seem to mind the pain of the dagger grazing her neck while she was riding his cock the way she was.

"What would you do if I hurt you?" He cut the silence, soft patters of rain drops began to slap against the roof of the car. "Hurt me?" She stared down to her lap and leaned her head on her palm while smiling softly, "I couldn't hate you for it, it's who you are." Rose stared up at him and reached to caress his cheek, he leaned into her touch with a hum. "I've seen you leave my room late at night, do you watch me sleep?" The girl retrieved her hand and smirked, "If one of those nights you think of killing me, I wouldn't hate you for it— or feel betrayed." She tugged away the cigarette from his lips and placed it between her own, "I'd be happy to be dead, I've always been too scared of suicide— I'd thank you with a smile while you carved my insides." He watched her, not only did he feel a heavy jump in his chest— but in his pants. Rose smiled and offered his cigarette back, but she was met by his lips and a shove against her seat. "God, I want to hurt you so bad." He wrapped his hand around her neck and pressed while his other hand explored her body, Rose moved against his touch with a few soft moans.

Regardless of being in a graveyard, in the middle of a storm— the two felt complete for just that night. Richard the sadist, had found a complete masochist that would bow to his very command. He was like a harsh wind, and she was a tree swaying to his movements.

Moving up toward his lips, she kissed him hungrily and pulled at his hair in a fist while crying out. He hadn't been this rough, but it felt like heaven. "You don't know how bad I want to see you bleed." He grunted while spitting in her mouth before kissing her back. Eventually, the pair finished up once again.   Rose stepped out of the car to clean herself up and hid under Richards leather jacket, it smelled just like him. She wanted to sink into the smell of him. After she finished up, she got back in the car shivering and leaned over to hand him his coat. "Wear it for now, let's head back to our place..staying overnight in this shit show won't be too good on my tires." He turned the music on and proceeded to drive out of the cemetery, Glancing back, she could have sworn to see a figure emerge from the shadows.

It looked exactly like the man from the club, but who knows— she could have been seeing things— or it could have been the caretaker of the graveyard. Sighing, she adjusted her runny makeup and leaned back into her seat, further into the jacket. "Listen, on Halloween night— Michael and I aren't going to be home." Richard cut the silence in the car. "What do you mean not home? Where are you two possibly going?" She asked quietly while staring at him and away from the road. "A meeting of some sort, but don't worry— you can go out and have some fun." Rose sat up, "oh so now you're giving me your permission to do things? What the fuck am I? Your pet?" She snapped coldly, only to be met by his hand slapping her across her face. "Shut the fuck up Rose." His tone was loud and authoritative.

Lightly biting down onto her quivering lip, she hid her face and wiped the forming tears in her eyes while holding back an angry smile. The rest of the drive was quiet. Music played in the background and the rain continued to fall from the sky. Once he parked, she stepped out of the car and hurried off ahead of him. Luckily, he didn't follow. It was amazing how strange the pair was. Only hours ago she was begging him to not leave her, and here she was now— scurrying away from him in this bruised and scratched up state. "Fucking ass wipe." She muttered, getting into the elevator. The doors closed, she was alone.

Letting out a heavy sigh, she glanced down at herself and then up to the doors once they opened. Stepping out on her floor, she began making her way to the front door of their place and unlocked it. Once it was unlocked, she walked inside and so did Richard. Michael was nowhere in sight, but she didn't question it. She didn't want him to see her in this condition anyways. Hiding underneath a baggy turtleneck seemed comforting, especially after a bath. Richard didn't wait for her, he simply walked off and disappeared into the darkness after locking the door behind himself. Which left her with a final thought.

Alone on Halloween night? hm.

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