C U R S E D

A BLOODY MESS

(Here is your warning also I recommend you read through the whole book)

"ever since we started talking about murder and killing...I may have realized what I like" you said "what do you mean?" he said looking at you "i may have realized that I like blood shed just a little too much" you said smiling. He looked down, slightly shocked by your statement. He didn't want to admit it, but he was starting to like the way you thought. The way you seemed so calm when in front of someone you were trying to intimidate. It was hard for him not to be interested in you. He smiled, "so let me get this right...your sadistic yet also a masochist? You're really something." you chuckled "something like that, yeah" you said blushing slightly from his comment "well what are you going to do about it?" he asked looking straight into your eyes. You took a deep breath. You knew what you wanted and even if it's a bit unconventional you had made up your mind. "can i test out some things?" you asked "like what?" he asked intrigued. You shrugged. You grabbed his hands and led him towards the nearest door "this way" you said, pulling him behind you as you opened it. The room was dark but there was enough light to see that he was shirtless. You could feel your cheeks burning. This was probably the only reason why he had agreed to help you after all the time you had spent on him. You closed the door behind you and then turned around to face him. There wasn't anything else left to say, he knew what you meant by that and there was no use denying what you meant either. "what exactly are you thinking?" he said his voice husky. His eyes raking over every inch of you. His breathing heavier than usual.
You stood still in shock, how could he already know what you were planning? But then again, you hadn't actually been quiet about it, or maybe it was just obvious, you weren't sure what was more shocking, the fact that he could read you so well, or that he could read you at all. "well?" He said taking a step closer to you.
Your heart beat faster as he came to stand before you. Your eyes wandered down, noticing the scar across his shoulder blades. "so I'm assuming your no stranger to pain" you said softly. Your hands reaching out towards his neck, grazing the skin gently. He leaned forward slightly, his lips grazing your ear "no. it's my favorite part..." he whispered. His voice sent shivers down your spine, it sent an involuntary smile across your face. "then you're going to love this" you said softly. He watched as you stepped back and walked away from him, leaving the door open and allowing just a sliver of light to filter through. "let's find out shall we?" you whispered.
He watched as you slowly moved toward a nearby table, picking up a large butcher knife. "now this is what i like, a bloody mess, a mess that is worth being cleaned" you said, walking up to him, knife held loosely in one hand. You reached your free hand up, running it across his jawline, your fingers lingering lightly against his stubble. his hands came to rest on your hips. "you think this will hurt me, huh? well it won't" he said , leaning his face toward yours. "you sure about that?" you asked, tilting your head. "yes" he replied simply. A smirk crossed your lips as you lowered the knife slowly, slicing a thin line across his chest. You couldn't stop yourself from watching him as he moaned in pleasure. He lifted your hands and placed them next to the knife, gently pressing them down with his own. "do you remember what it was like to kill?" he whispered. You nodded, barely able to control yourself. "tell me" he continued. "it felt good. so much better then I've ever felt" you told him. "I can tell" he whispered, before placing both hands on your hips once again. with one swift movement you sliced another cut along his arm , this time drawing blood. You could practically hear him whimper in response "you know...I've always wondered what your blood tastes like" you said before licking up the blood that was dripping down his arm . "it has a certain sweetness" you continued. His eyes never leaving you. "like honey" you finished. You slowly traced your finger along the cut on his arm suddenly he pinned you against the wall "it's my turn now" he muttered, his hot breath fanning over your lips "finally!" you said, your eyes closing slightly. A pair of strong hands on your throat stopped you from saying any more. His grip tightening until you began to choke, tears streaming from your eyes as he kept pushing deeper and deeper into your throat. A high pitched noise escaped from your mouth as he kept pushing further and further inside, each motion sending pain and fear shooting through your body as the pressure built. You could feel yourself slipping into unconsciousness...but before you passed out he let go of your neck causing you to gasp for breath as soon as it was given to you. when you were able to speak you said "what the fuck was that for!" he gave you a half smile, almost like a snarl and pulled you close to him so his arms were around your waist and his head nestled into the crook of your neck, "because you wanted to play a game" he replied, his voice raspy and deep "and now I win" he whispered. you looked at yourself "yeah but look what you did...you got your blood all over me!" you said while wiping blood on his face "oh so now you don't like it...just because you got messy" he replied. You rolled your eyes before pushing him off you, "yeah okay...if I didn't want to get messy I wouldn't be having sex with a murderer! now go shower so you don't stain my bed sheets!" you shouted, turning away. He laughed "why must you be so bossy?" he said as he turned to leave "because you aren't listening to me!! Now shut up and run!" you yelled. A small chuckle escaped him "you know..." he said trailing off "I really liked the way you sounded when you screamed." He winked before making his way out of your room. You let out a frustrated groan. You didn't want to admit it, but it kind of felt nice, to be pushed around like that. But you would never admit that outloud. Especially not to him.
editors note: (these are all just one shots pretty much)
(Also idk what the hell I'm doing so don't judge)