Chapter 2

JAKE’s POV

“Don’t fucking kill me!” I begged, hands clasped, tears streaming down my face. My life was a fucking dumpster fire, but I wasn’t ready to check out. Not like this.

“Please… please don’t shoot,” I choked out, my voice shaking. “I’m still a student—I’ve got exams, a life, I’m not ready to die. I’ll do anything, just spare me. Please… I want to live.”

The killer paused, tilting his head, his eyes raking over me like I was a piece of meat. My gut twisted as his gaze lingered on my lips, then dropped to my crotch.

“You mean you’ll do any damn thing?” he drawled, the gun spinning lazily between his fingers like a toy, though his eyes never left me. 

I nodded like a desperate slut. “Y-yeah, anything—”

Bang!

A shot rang out. I froze, heart slamming against my ribs. Blood trickled down my cheek, hot and sticky. The bullet had grazed me—a warning. This fucker wasn’t playing.

He stepped forward, his massive frame making my shitty apartment feel like a closet. He planted a boot on Carson’s corpse, crouching to eye me like a predator. His face was inches from mine, those cold eyes now glinting with something nasty.

“What’s a little whore like you gonna do for me?” he sneered, his breath hot on my face.

I couldn’t speak, too fucking scared to say the wrong thing. “I—”

“There’s one thing you can do.” He stood, unbuckling his belt with a slow, deliberate tug.

My eyes went wide as he whipped out his thick cock, rock-hard and throbbing. I swear I saw his smirk through that damn mask. I scrambled back, my gaze flicking from his massive dick to his face.

What the fuck was this?

He grabbed my hair, yanking me to my knees. I yelped, his cock smacking against my lips. The realization hit me like a punch to the nuts.

“Wanna live?” His voice was smooth, mocking, dripping with filthy amusement. “Suck my cock dry, slut. Make me cum.”

I stared up, jaw dropped. He pressed the gun to my forehead, eyes darkening. “Five minutes, bitch. Move.”

No choice. I didn’t want to fucking die.

Tears blurred my vision as I opened my mouth, licking the fat tip of his cock. He twitched, tightening his grip on my hair. I wrapped my lips around him, no clue what I was doing. He was huge, too fucking big, but I tried, taking him inch by inch, shutting out everything else.

I swirled my tongue over his tip, careful not to scrape him with my teeth, my hands jerking the base where my mouth couldn’t reach. My heart pounded, hands shaking, trying not to think about the clock.

He groaned when I squeezed his shaft, sucking harder. “Fuck, look at that slutty mouth,” he mocked, the gun now stroking my cheek. “Time’s ticking, you gonna make me cum or what?”

I tried to go faster, but my rhythm was shit.

“Need help, whore?” he growled.

I gagged as he thrust deep, fucking my throat raw. My lungs burned, head spinning. I looked up, pleading with my eyes, but he held me there, his hips slamming forward, cock choking me.

“Fuck yeah,” he moaned, head tipped back. “That pretty face taking my dick…” One more brutal thrust, and he exploded, hot cum flooding my mouth, salty and thick. I fought not to puke as it coated my tongue.

He didn’t pull out, grabbing my chin to make sure I took every fucking drop. His eyes burned with lust, but something darker made my skin crawl.

“Swallow it, slut,” he ordered.

I did, gulping down his load, his cock still twitching in my throat. He groaned, chest heaving.

“Name,” he barked, voice sharp.

“J-Jake,” I rasped, throat raw, hands clutching my neck.

He loomed over me, a fucking predator, his presence choking me. I flinched as he reached down, bracing for the end. But instead, his fingers brushed my lip, slow and teasing. I gasped, eyes snapping open to see his mask pulled down, revealing a face too damn perfect—sharp jaw, full lips curled in a sinister grin, moonlight carving out every angle.

“Guess what, slut? I won’t kill you,” he said, but before I could breathe, his hand clamped around my throat, squeezing hard. He leaned in, lips grazing my ear. “But your ass is mine now. You belong to me and you will only bend over to me.”

I nodded slowly.

“Keep your fucking mouth shut about tonight,” the killer snarled, pressing the cold barrel of his gun against my neck, his voice low and dangerous. “One word to anyone, and I’ll make you regret it, slut. I’ll be watching you. Your tight little ass belongs to me now, and I’ll use it whenever I want. Clear?”

I nodded, throat tight, voice barely a whisper. “Clear, Boss.”

His lips curled into a wicked smirk, eyes burning with something dark and hungry. “Get up. I wanna see what I’m working with.”

I scrambled to my feet, legs shaking, heart hammering in my chest.

“Pants off,” he ordered, voice like a blade. “Let’s see if that pretty hole’s as tight as I like.”

My hands trembled, stomach twisting. “Are you serious?”

“Do it, you little tease!” he snapped, gun twitching in his hand.

Fingers fumbling, I shoved my pants down, pulse racing.

“Bend over. Grab that dead bastard’s cock, remove his belt and caress that cock,” he growled, nodding at Carson’s corpse.

“What?” I choked out, voice cracking.

“Grab it, slut!” he roared, eyes flashing.

I bent, hands shaking as I gripped the corpse’s belt, cold and stiff under my fingers.

He smirked, voice low and filthy, “Let’s see how tight you really are,” as he teased the gun’s cold tip into my ass hole, pressing just enough to make me squirm.

“Fuck!” I hissed, body tensing, a shiver running through me.

He chuckled, low and dirty, stepping closer, his presence heavy, suffocating. “Oh, you’re gonna be fun to fuck, aren’t you?”