2. A Killer's Obsession.

Alex’s POV

“Please don’t kill me!!”

I clasped my hands together and begged, tears rolling down my cheeks. My life was shit and I knew that, but I wasn’t ready to die.

Not like this.

“Please……I’ll do anything.”

The killer paused, his head tilted to his side as if contemplating. A shiver ran down my spine as his gaze lingered on my face, before shifting to my body. I swallowed hard, wondering what could be going through his mind.

“Anything, you say?” He starts, spinning the gun in his palms.

I nod frantically, “Y-yes…any—”

Bang!

He fired another shot. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. Soon I felt something aside from my tears trickle down my cheek. Blood. The bullet had only grazed my cheek. It was a warning, a deadly one. This man was not to be reckoned with.

He took a menacing step forward, his huge frame making the apartment look smaller. He perched his feet on Mr Gerald’s stomach, crouching down to my eye level with his arm resting on his bent knee.

I held my breath as his face was mere inches away from mine, and his once-empty eyes now glistened with excitement.

“What could a runt like you do for me?”

I didn’t know if I should answer. Nothing came to mind, and I was too scared of saying the wrong thing.

“I—”

“There is something you could do though.” He straightened up, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt.

Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

My eyes rounded as he pulled out his dick from his pants, and I swear I could see his smirk through his mask. I stumbled back, my gaze flickering from his length to his face.

What was happening?

Without warning, he grabbed my hair, pulling me to my knees. I yelped at the force of his grip, feeling his dick press against my lips, realization dawned on me like being doused with cold water. And still, I hoped it wasn’t the case.

“If you want me to spare your life,” His voice was smoother now, laced with amusement and taunting mockery. “Then make me cum.”

I looked up at him in disbelief, and he met my gaze. Sensing my hesitancy, he pressed the gun against my forehead, his eyes darkening.

“You have five minutes.” There was no amusement in his tone, but a raw command that left no room for argument.

I had no choice. I didn’t want to die.

Tears clouded my vision as I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out to lick his tip. He flinched, his grip on my hair tightening. My lips wrapped around him, unsure of what to do.

He was so big, too big to fit into my mouth, but even still, I tried to take more of him, canceling any other thoughts.

I swirled my tongue around his tip, making sure my teeth didn’t graze him and I took him inch by inch. My heart raced, and my fingers trembled as they wrapped around his base, making up for the place my mouth couldn’t reach.

I tried not to think of how much time I had left. My eyes fluttered close, and I bopped my head, matching the pace of my hands.

He jerked when I squeezed him, putting more suction force with my mouth.

“Oh?” The cold metal of the gun now caressed my cheek, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Times ticking, would you make it with this pace?”

I tried to go faster, but my rhythm became uneven.

“Let me lend a hand.”

I choked as he suddenly thrust into my mouth, his head tipped back and his eyes squeezed shut. I tried to pull back, but he held me in place, forcing me to take all of him as his hips snapped forward violently. His dick went down my throat, restricting any airflow.

My lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, making me dizzy. I looked up at him helplessly, my eyes pleading.

“Fuck yes.” He groaned, increasing pace. “That face….” With one more thrust, he burst into my mouth, his thick cum pooling on my tongue. I tried not to gag at the salty taste. It was warm, and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the thought.

I expected him to pull out but he didn’t, instead, he grabbed my chin, making sure each drop wasn’t wasted. His eyes were glossed with lust, but there was something deeper, something that made goosebumps litter my skin.

It was dark, and my senses screamed at me to get away. But I was trapped, stuck between the choice of life and death.

“Swallow.”

I did as I was told, swallowing his seed while his dick constricted against the walls of my throat. He groaned, his chest heaving slightly.

“Good boy.” Finally, he pulled out, and I gasped for air, collapsing on the ground in a fit of coughs.

My body trembled, my vision blurring.

“What’s your name?” I heard him ask, his tone curt.

I struggled to sit up, my hands moving to soothe my throat. “A-Alex…” my voice was hoarse, and it hurt to speak.

The man towered over me like a predator on prey, his presence suffocating, reminding me that this was far from over. I had done as he asked, was he still going to kill me?

I flinched as he reached for me, bracing myself as I squeezed my eyes shut. This was it.

But Nothing happened.

A few seconds passed, but they felt like years, and then I felt the faintest brush of his fingers against my bottom lip. My eyes snapped open in startled terror, a gasp escaped my lips as his face was inches away from mine.

He was too close.

The mask that had hidden his face now hung around his jaw, revealing a face one could only find in books. Sharp cheekbones, a chiseled jawline, and rosy lips curved into a sinister smirk.

The silver rays of the moon slipped the window blinds and spread on his face, highlighting his features.

“Congratulations, I won’t kill you,” he said, but I didn’t get the chance to feel relieved as his hand clawed at my neck. I winced at his strong grip, already feeling lightheaded. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear.

“But from this day on, your life is no longer yours.”