"Thank you, Mr. Davis. We appreciate you answering all of our questions," the interviewer said, smiling at me. I smiled back and said, "My pleasure." She walked off and I turned to Deven, making a face at her. I could see her visibly tense and I grabbed her hand, lacing our fingers together. I tightened my grip on her hand and we walked together, leaving the Playboy office.
She had made me come in to answer a bunch of questions. She didn't even fucking ask me first. Bitch.
"Take care, Jon!" Someone yelled from across the hall. I waved and offered a forced smile, clutching Deven's hand tighter. We walked out to my car and got in. I locked the door and said, "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
"What? What do you mean?" She asked, looking at me.
"I never fucking agreed to go in and answer all the fucking questions!" I exclaimed, cranking the car. I hated fucking driving. It's just one of my fears. I pulled out of the parking lot and began driving back home, anger painting my insides.
"Jon, please, don't get mad," she whined, looking at me.
"Shut up." I muttered, not looking at her.
"Fuck you! Don't tell me to shut up!" I glared at her and became angrier, speeding up.
"You'll fucking see..." I muttered under my breath, turning the corner to my house. I pulled up in the driveway and we both got out. I walked up to the door and unlocked it, walking inside. I held it open for Deven and then slammed it, locking it.
I grabbed her hand and led her up stairs to my room, closing and locking the door once we got inside.
"Sit down. And don't fucking move." I said harshly, walking to the bathroom. I ripped my shirt off and washed my face with cold water, looking at my reflection hard.
I hated it. I hated looking at myself; to know who's gonna be looking back every time, no matter what. What the fuck does she see in me? She claims she loves me... I don't care. I'm mad, and I'm gonna do something to calm myself, whether she likes it or not.
I walked back out to my bedroom and saw her sitting on my bed, looking down at her hands. I grunted and walked over to her, grabbing her arms. She winced and I pulled her up, pulling her towards me with force.
"Jonathan! Let me go!" She exclaimed, trying to pull away from me.
"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled in her face, feeling a wonderful plague of power come over me. It felt so good to be in control. Usually, she's the one being dominant, 'cause she doesn't like to be forced to do anything.
She has a history of sexual abuse from his father.
Boo-fucking-hoo.
"Jon, please stop..." She pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. "...Jon, this is making me think of my da-"
"I don't care!" I pushed her onto my bed hard and crawled up her body, staring her deeply in the eyes.
"Deven, you know when we fuck..." I said, pulling her shirt up and over her head, "...I usually feel so fucking nasty." I kissed her chest and pushed her down all the way on her back. I kissed down her chest and practically ripped her bra off, revealing her fake breasts. I grinned and kissed down her chest, to her stomach, licking around her bellybutton.
"You know I don't like to feel like that..." I whispered, unbuttoning her jeans, slowly pulling them down her legs.
"Jon, I'm-"
"Didn't I say to shut up?" I asked, glaring up at her. She swallowed hard.
"Oh, poor porn-star. Let me feel bad for you." I said, making a face at her. "Deven, I'm not a fucking whore. YOU ARE!" I raised my voice.
"Jonathan, I never said you were a whore!" She said, defending herself.
"No, but you make me feel like one. I'm not the one who fucks for money! So that makes you the whore!" I said, pulling her pants off forcefully. I pulled her panties off also, and then sat on her stomach, holding her hands above her head.
"Get the fuck off of me, Jonathan!"
"Shut up, or I'll make you shut up." I growled, looking down at her intensely.
"GET OFF!" She tried to buck me off, but I pushed my weight down onto her. She groaned and I held both of her hands up above her head with one of my hands, letting one hand travel down to her neck. I grasped onto it and tightened my grip around her flesh, stopping her from breathing for a moment. I noticed watching her gasp for air made me hard.
I stopped and stood up off of her, watching her gasp for breath. I smiled and removed the rest of my clothing, staying in my underwear. She looked at me with fear in her eyes.
"Jonathan, what's come over you?!" She asked, covering herself up with blankets. I snatched them off of her and said, "I hope your wet." I pulled off of my underwear and practically leaped onto her, forcefully pushing her legs apart.
She cried out in shock and whimpered, "Stop! Jon, please!"
"Fuck you!" I said, reaching my hand up to wrap around her neck again. I got onto my knees and forcefully entered her, bracing myself by holding onto her neck, now with both hands. Her eyes widened and I wasted no time before I started pumping in and out of her, grasping her throat even tighter.
"Oh shit.." I moaned, closing my eyes for a moment. "..Mmm, god, you feel good, Deven.." I looked down at her, and she was struggling beneath me. She gasped for air, trying to push me off of her with all the strength left in her body.
"Shhh... just take it..." I whispered, leaning down more, causing even more weight to press onto her neck. "..let your eyes roll back.." I closed my eyes and moaned, kissing her ear. I thrusted even harder into her, pushing as deep as I could. I felt the wall blocking me from going deeper into her, and I pressed against it harder, wanting her to feel all my pain.
"Uhh-hhh..J-J-J..." she gasped, when suddenly her arms went limp. Her whole body went lax underneath me and I smiled, clenching my eyes shut, eliciting a loud moan from deep within my throat, tightening my grip even more so. "Ooohhh Godd!!" I cried, cuming deep inside of her. My sweaty body collapsed atop of hers and I breathed hard, trying to calm myself.
I let go of her throat and slowly pulled out of her body, sitting back to look at her. She looked so beautiful. Her lips were a light blue, from lack of air, and her eyes were wide open from shock. I noticed urine on the bed and I stood up, walking to the bathroom.
I quickly showered and dressed, pleased with what I had done.
I walked back out to my room and opened the closet, grabbing a box I haven't opened in almost 10 years. I opened it and smiled, pulling out my old scalpel. I grinned and walked over to her lifeless body, straightening her out on the bed.
I put her legs straight and her arms down to her sides, closing her eyes. I grinned and decided to open them back up.
"I want you to see and enjoy this as much as possible."
[ Lifeless Skin ] 