American Beauty/American Psycho

Chapter 7

Kierra's p.o.v

I looked up above me and and saw a bright light shining above my head, its warm heat warning up my cold body. The lights flickered on and off and I saw the little boy pressing a red button, a evil smile on his face. I started to panic and backed away from him.

"Unfortunately for you, you won't be going to Heaven," he said. "Say hi to Satan for me, will you?"

The doors slid open and a bright red light gleaned into my eyes. I walked into a room filled with strippers dancing on the pole, girls just drinking and smoking, and off in the corner, there was a heated foursome in the making.

A brunette girl with messy hair walked up to me, a glont of lust in her eyes. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the American Beauty herself," she said. She grabbed my arms and pulled me along to a vacant chair then pushed me down and straddled me, giving me a lap dance.

"Where am I?" I asked the girl.

"Where else, baby? We're in hell," she answered.

A couple of otber girls sat around me and started touching me, sliding their hands under my clothes and just groping me in any area they could get their hands on.

"Kierra!"

I looked up and saw Joe dancing with some other girls. He walked over to me and sat down, put a girl on his lap. "You came. Want a cig?" He asked.

"No, just get me a beer," I asked.

A girl handed me an open Corona, which I quickly chugged down. "How did you get here?" I asked.

"Patrick kind of went berserk on me and here I am," he explained.

I nodded. It seems no one was safe when Patrick was in his demon side. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man descending down a staircase with two girls following him. I watched him sit down and looked at me, beckoning me to come forth.

"Daddy has summoned you," the girl giving me a lap dance said.

She grabbed my hand and led me towards him. "What is your name?" He asked.

"Kierra Middleton," I amswered.

He nodded put his hand in front of me. "Kiss my ring," he ordered.

I wasn't going to argue and did what I was told to do. He was Satan, after all. I wasn't going to test him. "Enjoy your stay, my darling. I think you will find my domain quite entertaining."

"Yes, Sir," I said.

"Let's dance," lap dance girl said. She pulled me to the dance floor and started to grind on me. I didn't protest. Mainly because, in a sense, I was starting to like it.

"I never got your name," I saod.

"Sarah Orzechowski," she answered me.

"Having fun without me, Sarah?"

A shirtless mam walked over with a beer in his hand, his eyes locked on mine. Sarah walked over and they started to make out in front of me. I just looked away and watched random strippers pole dance.

"Brendon."

I lookes back at the shirtless guy, confused. "I'm sorry?" I asked. He chuckled and walked closer to me. "My name's Brendon. Brendon Urie," he said. "And you are Miss Kierra Middleton, the American Beauty."

"Does everyone know who I am?" I asked.

"Pretty much," he said. "Would you like to talk in a more private area?"

I shrugged and nodded. Sarah kissed Brendon one last time before Brendon took me away. He led me to a secluded room with a bar in a corner and a king-sized bed.

"Loving the view. Gives off a peaceful vibe," I said sarcastically, staring at flames dancing outside the window.

Brendon slipped his arms around me and dropped kisses all over my neck. I shrugged him off and looked at him. "Aren't you and Sarah dating?"

Brendon smirked and shook his head. "No. I don't believe in tying myself down in a relationship. I believe in a good time. Sarah's just a good fuck, juat like all the other girls here. They worship my big, erect penis," he boasted. He walked towards m, flashing a ominously dark smile at me. "Soon, you'll be down on your knees begging for more."

"Sorry, I'm not like the rest of your little thirsty sluts," I hissed at him. "I should be going now-"

Brendon grabbed my arms and pushed me to the bed. "What's the rush, baby? Things are just getting started."

He straddled me and and pulled out some rope from under the bed and tied my hands over my head.

"You're crazy," I said to him.

"So what if I'm crazy? The best people are," he replied.

He took a filled up sippy up and shoved the spout into my mouth, forcing me to drink. My mind went hazy and the last thing I heard was Brendon's demonic laughter.

"Syrup is is syrup in a sippy cup."

Brendon's p.o.v

⚠ ATTENTION, READERS! YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ A DATE RAPE SCENE! IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, I ADVISE YOU NOT TO READ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! ⚠
I looked at Kierra's now unconscious body, a wicked smile on my face. I slipped my hand under her shirt and slid it under her bra, groping her beautifully cupped breasts.

"This is going to be fun," I told myself.

With a snap of my fingers, we were both naked and I sucked  and pulled her nipples while I fingered ber wet, juicy pussy. I pulled as as she released onto my fingers and lapped up the sweet fluids with my tongue. I crawled down until I was face to fCe with her damp entrance, suckinp up every drop of cum she had.

My penis was getting harder and harder, and I couldn't wait any longer. I lined myself uo to her entrance and slid myself inside of her  moaning.

"Damn, this bitch is tight," I moaned.

I didn't wait to adjust myself and just went on pulling in and out, my pace increasing as I went on. My moans filled up the room, and I felt the heat in my lower area building up.

The sweat dripped down my whole body and I let out a loud moan as I came inside her. Cum exploded out of Kierra's pussy, coating my entire body. I panted heavily and kissed her plump, lips. I crawled off the bed and grabbed a bottle lf whiskey, chugging it down as I stared out the window. Just the everyday life of the prince of Hell.