I watched my Little Flower sleeping next to me, utterly exhausted after my member had driven into her tight core senselessly and without pause.
My hair was a mess, obscuring my eyes. I pushed the strands back and smirked, savoring the feeling of my length still nestled deep inside her sensitive center.
"You earned that pain, Little flower. It means you felt me—the fear, the agony, the betrayal," I whispered, knowing my words wouldn't reach her sleeping mind.
"I embody your pain, Little flower. And you will accept it. No matter how you try to escape, I will compel you to satisfy that ache." I smirked with pure malice, then lay down beside her. I turned to face her back, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close, so her body was pressed against my chest.
My body was drained, and my cock was equally fatigued, now soft and comfortably resting within her core. I had no intention of pulling out. I wanted her to wake up remembering our intense connection.
Slowly, my eyelids grew heavy, and I succumbed to sleep. I closed my eyes, my head settling on top of hers, inhaling the scent of her hair that clouded my every thought.
The sun rose higher in the sky as it filtered into the dark cave. Hours passed, and by afternoon, I sensed her movements and heard her groans of pain. I stirred from my slumber, opening my eyes to meet her blue eyes that reminded me of the ocean.
I could feel her fatigue and suffering, yet I found a strange satisfaction in it. I enjoyed it, and it was edging me toward madness.
"Good morning, Little flower. Did you sleep well?" I asked, showing little concern for her condition. She needed to understand that provoking me would only lead to her further distress. She shot me a glare. "Yeah, but waking up and seeing you ruined everything."
Ah, it seems she hasn't grasped the lesson yet. How stubborn she is—just like my Little flower.
My gaze shifted to her wrists, still bound, and as I untied her, I noticed her eyes widening in shock and confusion.
"Don't get your hopes up, Little flower." I chuckled softly, and she responded with a groan of annoyance, rubbing her swollen wrists.
Turning away, I retrieved my first aid kit and handed her some ointment. "Here," I said calmly as I sat up and gently pulled her into a sitting position. She made a soft sound of acknowledgment while tending to her wounds.
"Ow..." she muttered while struggling to reach the bruises and injuries on her back, which struck me as amusing. "Let me help you," I smirked, taking the ointment from her and applying it to her back with care.
Her body tensed initially in fear, but then she relaxed under my gentle touch. "Do you like that?" I asked, and she hesitated before nodding. "Yeah..." she replied cautiously.
"That's good." I continued applying the ointment, deciding to keep talking despite her discomfort. "I'll be gone for three months. I have work to do."
She flinched at my words, then let out a long sigh—relief at the thought of being free from my torment for a while.
"What work?" She turned her head slightly to look at me over her shoulder as I paused, my hand gently resting on her shoulder.
"The kind that involves killing people." I stated matter-of-factly, knowing she was aware of my true nature as a serial killer.
"Is that so? I see..." She turned away again, and I sensed her small victory. I knew my Little flower well; she was easy to read.
"Yeah, and I start today." I smiled, even though she couldn't see it. "You'll go back to your house on your own, alright?" I reached for her chin, gently turning her to face me.
"Goodbye."
With that, I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, surprising her with my unexpected gentleness compared to the pain I had inflicted on her. Reluctantly, I pulled away and exited the tent without looking back.
I wasn't sure why I had done that, but a part of me felt compelled to be gentle, at least for now.
Hours passed...
"Oh, you're finally here," Ria remarked, her lips adorned with vibrant red lipstick, which I found somewhat irritating. I often wonder why women enjoy wearing makeup; I believe they look even more beautiful without it.
Ria raised an eyebrow at me. "You keep staring. Are you falling for me?" she joked.
"I'm not even glancing at your appearance. My heart is beating just fine."
"Ouch. That sounds a bit harsh, doesn't it?" She playfully pouted and crossed her arms, resembling a petulant child.
"Yes, quite delusional, wouldn't you say?" I replied, prompting her to erupt in laughter while clutching her stomach.
"Alright, you win this time."
When did I ever agree to partake in her childish antics? She's really quite silly.
"Time for you to start your job. Now go," Ria said in a sing-song voice, tossing her hair back and giving me a wink.
I rolled my eyes and responded with a finger gesture, to which she cheekily replied with a peace sign. As I stepped out of the office, I noticed a crowd of people around me.
Now it's time to commence my task.