THE STALKER IV.

ROWAN.

Anger shot through me and my teeth gritted so much that I could literally hear it grinding together as I looked down at her.

What did she think? That she could order me around? Tell me what I can and can’t do to her.

“Fucking bitch.” I spat, my hand fisting into her hair as I wrapped a huge chunk of it around my hand. I saw the light in her eyes come back even as tears trickled down her cheeks.

The sight of that got me even angrier, at first when I’d thought that the fear in her eyes was real, that the desperation to be set free was genuine, my cock wouldn’t stop twitching.

I wanted to fuck her until the blood from her cunt was dripping down her legs but she had smiled at me when I slapped her hard across the face.

Usually, my first thought would be that I’d definitely hit the jackpot with this one but I hated it, I hated that her eyes were smiling at me.

I detested the fact that she was holding on to every ounce of strength that she had to not moan. I wanted to break her, to keep her confined and use her as much as I wanted.

The urge to not let her see the light of day filled me and my cock twitched. I’m going to torture her, when I’d threatened to pull out her teeth, I hadn’t done that just for the fun of it.

I really am going to pull out her teeth and gut her until she can no longer hang on for dear life.

The image set in my brain caused climactic release to surge through me, my dick throbbed as I trembled internally with delight.

Fuck, I can’t wait. I can’t wait to see the look in her eyes after realizing that she was actually going to die for being a brat.

I HATE WOMEN LIKE THIS! I FUCKING HATE THEM THE MOST!

I was irritated by the look in her eyes as she tried desperately hard to keep her orgasm in. I gritted my teeth, clenching my mouth even tighter as I gave her a black layered look.

Turning off every other bit of emotion that could give away my feelings, I saw her tremble when she looked into them, she shuddered for a moment before that glint came back.

“YOU HAVE THE DAMN NERVE?!” I screamed down at her, pulling my cock out only to stuff it back into her mouth, giving her only a second to get a breath.

Her eyes rolled as she gagged, her throat contracted around my cock and she thrashed, her face had turned red and I could see that her lungs were desperate for air but I’m not about to let her go.

“You fucking bite me and you’re dead, bitch!” The words grounded between my teeth as I stuck my cock deeper into her thrust, feeling it almost making its way further down her body.

She trembled, her eyes closed but the jolts of pain that being cut on the face with a very sharp knife sent through her caused her eyes to fly open widely as she tried to scream but was unable to.

It was painfully clear that she couldn’t take it anymore, the glint in her eyes that once suggested she enjoyed this treatment was gone.

The look in her eyes were different now, there were of fear, horror, her breath seemed to have solidified in her throat because even when I pulled my cock out, she still didn’t breathe.

“That’s more like it.” A grin started creeping up my lips as I held her throat, pinning her into the bed and fucking her face with a desperation like never before.

I continued the fast, rough pace, fucking her throat as though it was her cunt. Amelia’s chin dribbled with saliva and her face was covered in blood and tears.

It must hurt having her throat stretched so wide, her lungs must be burning by now, starving for air, she’s dying, she really is but her death isn’t about to come so easily.

Slamming my cock down her throat with a ferocity that was terrifying even to her, my cock hardened in her throat, stretching it even harder and I watched with pleasure as her eyeballs rolled so far back that only the white part of her eyes were all I could see.

Ah, why am I doing this to her again? Because I’m obsessed with her?

No, I don’t think obsession is the right word to use. I want to kill her, everytime I see her, I’m overwhelmed with not just the thought of dominating her but having her breathe her last with my cock inside her.

Yes, that’s it.

Every fucking day of my life for one month has been dedicated to following her, studying her every move, knowing her routine and for a girl as pretty as her, she lives a really pathetic life.

The only fun things going on for her were the stack of toys in her bedroom, the sick p**n on her fun and the ghastly desires of hers in her stupid diary.

Thinking about it was getting me even harder, I’m going to fuck her so hard while I tortured her, she would beg for me to make her cum and just as she was coming down from her orgasm, I’m going to do it.

“You walk around, thinking so highly of yourself that people literally have to look up to talk to you because of the fucking high horse you were always on.” I growled, slamming down her throat.

“Your life is nothing but pathetic,” I went on as I fucked her throat, “I know you, Amelia, I know you like this and you want more.” I paused, beads of sweat already formed on her forehead as she struggled to open her eyes.

“But, news flash, little doll, there really is no getting out of this for you.” I continued before impaling the sharp knife into her forearm.

She cried and moved underneath me, the raw fear that was stark and vivid in her eyes sent my nuts rushing to the tip of my cock as I slapped her face.

“You wanted pain, didn’t you?” I leaned into her as I asked, her eyes were bloodshot, her face was getting paler by the minute as I smiled and tilted my head to the side to take in her beautiful look.

“You’re going to get it,” I whispered, “I saw you reject that guy in the worst way possible three nights ago,” I sighed as I kept choking her with my cock.

“It was dark, Amelia, very fucking late and if he had any brain at all, that should have been his chance to get what he wanted from you.” Thinking about it still fills me with anger.

“He should have cornered you in an alley and fucked your brains out while he slit your throat, whore!” I spat on her face and watched as the saliva dribbled down to her mouth.

“You’re nothing, little doll, nothing but an inferior slut that is good for nothing but sex. You agree, don't you?” I asked as I desperately fucked her throat.

Amelia couldn’t speak, she only stared at me in terror and agony. Her lips were wrapped perfectly well around my cock as they should and I just couldn’t help but imagine how my cock would feel in her pussy.

“I asked a question!” I grunted as I finally pulled my cock out of her mouth and the knife out of her forearm, taking some of the saliva dripping from her chin and smeared it all over her face.

She gasped for air desperately and nodded, her eyes conveyed her gratitude for air but I didn’t intend for that break to last very long.

I only didn’t want her to die yet.

Using her hair as a handle, I stuffed my cock back into her mouth as I pushed her head forward and roughly pulled it back to repeat the process, bobbing her head on my cock.

It felt good, so fucking good that the thought of her being unable to take it didn’t cross my mind. I picked up the pace, grinding her nose against me each time I pulled her head up to stuff her mouth with my thick cock.

My breath caught in my throat for a second before it picked back up and I knew right there and then that I was going to cum.

Pushing her head down, into the bed, I shoved the entirety of my length inside her, keeping myself there as I shuddered and pumped loads of cum down her throat.

Amelia began frantically struggling, her body jerking in the ropes as I came down her throat, blocking her airway and forcing her to swallow every single one of my fluid.

I remained there, my cock in her throat, choking her for about two more minutes and it didn’t take long for her to pass out, the lack of oxygen causing her to drift into an involuntary sleep.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she suddenly went limp. Reaching for her neck, I placed my index and middle finger in the soft hollow area of her neck.

She was still alive.

“Fucking bitch.” I laughed as I pulled my wet cock out of her mouth. I reached for the knife that was already covered with her blood and pulled away from her.

“Twenty minutes.” I muttered as I started walking out of the room with a grin. I almost couldn’t wait for that twenty minutes.

I wanted to slap her back to consciousness but I had one more person to stalk and Amelia’s arc will come to an end when she wakes up.

Let her go? The thought of it made me laugh as I looked back at her motionless body on the bed, doing that will definitely negate my reason for bringing her here.