The serial killer's weakness

Twelve

*sex alert*
Uh oh you've come across content not appropriate for younger audiences and basically everyone else on the Earth. If you are reading this then this warning is for you, why are you even reading this amateur tripe? Every second you spend delving into chapter upon chapter, you are slowly losing brain cells and the ability to decipher between reality and fiction. Soon you'll become so desensitised the events in this book will appear normal, when this happens you will finally be prepared for the FBI's plan. Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think everything you're supposed to think? Are your thoughts even your own? Perhaps you've already been brainwashed, perhaps it's already too late. Quick, they're at you window, escape now. Close this book, hide your device, leave your home and prove your existence to be real. Fall in love, get laid, have a kid, start a fight, your life is your own. Spend it how you wish, but you must begin soon, they are watching. Also 🍆 this will symbolise the beginning and end of a sex scene because eggplants are the FBI's only weakness, we must be careful in guarding our secrets and our lives.

🍆Running my nose along her skin, I revelled in her warmth, it pulsed and thrummed like her quickening pulse. I had never felt something this alive before, never been in such an intimate embrace, this was the one thing dead girls could never give me. Their skin was cold and pale, detached and distant it always felt like they were extremely far from me in a place I could never go. A part of me always wished to follow them, to join them in that peaceful place that consumed all the horror they had experienced in their fleeting life.

This was as close as I would ever get to peace, to heaven, we all know I'm destined to a place eviler than I. "Ximena?" My voice was quiet against her skin, almost inaudible, I suddenly felt extremely fragile. "Y-yes?" She was panting, her red lips slightly parted in a strangely sensual expression. "Do you dream?" Her eyebrows drew together, and I couldn't help but kiss the skin that had contorted between them, it was sweet, her skin was sweet.

"Sometimes," I hummed against her and her eyes squeezed shut below my lips.
"I haven't dreamt since I was eleven, but this feels like one, is this a dream?" Her eyes opened, those silver irises staring back at mine, delving into my soul, my mind and my secrets.
"No, I'm real, this is real," warmth crawled up my cheek and I realised it was her hand, her fingers slowly caressed the skin below my eye, a warm smile gracing her face. "Why are you crying?"
"I'm no-" I was crying, the cold of the tears mixed in with her warmth and I felt as though I would break then and there.

"I-I don't know..." Crying was foreign to me, I don't remember ever having cried in the past, I don't know what to do. "Hey Cas, if I let you kill me...will you stop crying?" She was still smiling that soft smile, there was no pity. All animosity melted away and I almost felt sane, her words, her smile, her touch I wanted it all, I'm scared, I've never felt like this before.

"Cas-" My lips were on hers, it was clumsy and passionate, I was addicted. The faces of those girls, now buried six feet down, melted away, their brown and red hair now a ghostly white. All of my thoughts were filled with her, murderous ones, gentle ones, sexual ones, I only want her. I only want to kill her. I only want to let her live. I don't know what I want anymore.

More tears were falling, I could feel them. They fell down my cheeks and mixed in between our lips, a mixture of salt and sugar, death and life.

"Make me want to keep you alive," I whispered against her lips, slightly laying mine on them again, soft, so soft. My forehead was against hers, connecting our minds and desires.
"Make we not want to kill you," She separated from me and I could feel the aggression kicking in again, my arms shot out. Palms hitting the wall, trapping her in a make-shift cage.
"Make me love you,"

She didn't say anything, just fiddled with the hem of my shirt and placed kisses along my neck. Her hands slowly inch up my torso bringing my shirt with them, they brush over old scars and wounds, hesitating to circle them before continuing on their path. She places a kiss on the corner of my mouth before lifting the shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere in the alley. Her hands are on my cheekbones now, sliding down until they hook around my neck. "I'll put my life on the line," Her heads in the crook of my neck, hair tickling the sensitive skin. "So please love me,"

Her lips begin to trail down my collar bones to my chest, my body jolts when her tongue darts out at my nipple. Before I have time to tell her off, it's begins to wind around the area, circling and sucking at it. A grunt leaves my mouth and I almost can't believe it. This woman pretty much as me in the palm of her hand, I've never been this out of control of my own body before, however, the pleasure is immeasurable.

The thought of that old man making her do the same flashes in my mind and the familiar feeling of rage floods my veins. The familiarity of this feeling is welcome in this alien situation, I'm somewhat thankful towards it. The thoughts keep Coming, her on her knees, him trapping her to her bed, hands exploring her small body. I'm so angry I begin to tremble, confused Ximena looks at me, "Do you not like-" My hands curl around her thighs and I lift her off the ground, she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist and I press her back against the wall. "I'm the only one you can do this to," Her eyes blink rapidly, she's searching the area around my body and I can tell she's inspecting my aura.

"Of course, I'm yours Cas I-" I cut her off with another kiss, her breathing's fast and her heart beat is racing hard against my chest. Resting her weight against the wall, I quickly pull her shirt over her head throwing it god knows where. All I know is that I must completely rid that man's presence from her skin, completely mark her as mine, mine to fuck and mine to kill.

"Xim, I'm fucked up,"
"I know," She grabs my chin and roughly crashes her lips against mine, her fingers fiddle behind her and her black bra falls free onto the ground. Without the annoying lingerie they sit proud, more natural, less close together, each so perfect and fitting to her small frame. They were the colour of milk, her erect brown nipples contrasted against the soft flesh and they bounced every time she deliver a kiss to my lips. They felt like silk under my rough fingers and it felt as though they would bruise with the slightest pressure. Everything about her body was so fragile, I wanted to destroy and protect it with every fibre of my being. However, I'm not an idiot, I know I must choose one, for now I'll enjoy it, before I completely tarnish her.

As revenge for her teasing, I lightly circled her left nipple with my index finger. A moan left her parted lips and I couldn't help the satisfied smirk that grew on my face. Confidence was slowly filling me, and I found myself lightly pinching the enlarged nub, feeling a heat in my dick at every cry that escaped her mouth. "Fuck Xim, I've barely touched you and I'm hard," She chuckled lightly, easing her head back against the brick wall. "I'd like to see what happens when you touch me more then,"
"I'll take that as an invitation," Lowering my head, I began lapping my tongue against the smooth skin of her breasts, moving closer and closer until I found her nipple. Her back immediately arched, her chest being pushed out against me. More heat filled me as her hard nipples rubbed against my bare torso.

Taking the nipple into my mouth, I lightly dusted my tongue against it before swivelling it around in small circles. After five minutes of listening to her moan my name and many profanities I moved onto the next one. Her reactions did not disappoint. Once I was satisfied, I moved down the soft flesh of her belly, reaching the waist band of her acid-wash shorts. Unbuttoning them, I could feel Ximena becoming impatient, I stopped, smirking up at her. She glared at me, swollen lips pouting at me, "don't stop,"
"Don't tell me what to do," I responded, positioning my thumb over her clothed heat, "beg,"
"What-" I raised an eyebrow, moving my thumb away slightly. She let out a whine, kicking her legs slightly. "Fi-ne, please Cas, please-" She blushed considering her words, "do I really have to say it," I hummed, moving my thumb further away. "Okay...Okay, Cas please fuck me until I'm completely yours, please pleasure me-" I didn't let her finish, my fingers were already unzipping her shorts, exposing her lacy underwear. "If it's what you want," Pulling her shorts down, I began gently rubbing her through her underwear, She was extremely wet, I'm taking that as a good sign.
"okay I'm going to-"🍆

"Hey is anyone back there?"
"Shit," dropping Ximena to her feet, I went in search of our clothes as the footsteps grew nearer.
"What the fuck, lets just kill him and continue," I glared at her.
"Are you an idiot, we just killed someone and set fire to their shop, we're already in the red," Throwing her shirt at her, I pulled mine on and waited as she picked up her bra and continued to redress.

"What a fucking cockblock," she mumbled as she pushed past the boy from the record shop who had wandered into the alley. He gave me a confused look as he slowly pieced together what was happening. "You should go home, there's an arsonist on the loose," I warned as I followed Ximena, leaving him alone in the alley gaping at what he had stumbled in on.

I need Jesus.