Diabolus Causidicus
(Devil’s Advocate)
Drip…Drip…Drip…
The sound echo’s throughout the empty corridors on the shadow less night. His footsteps barely making a sound as he walked silently down to her room. The room he had walked to for many years, only to reassure himself that she was safe. That’s what he kept telling himself. But tonight, he came for a different reason. His actions were not his own as he opened her bedroom door silently, only to have his eyes widen in surprise. Her form, once beautiful, was now pale and lily white. Blood covered her body, her hand, which now is lying outstretched and dangling on the side of the bed, drips with the crimson beauty.
Feed off her…Kill her…Rape her…
The demon was taunting him. Controlling him; he moved over to her bed and looked down at her form. Her beautiful blonde locks lay spread out beneath her, around her; it surrounds her small, thin frame. Her azure blue eyes, the eyes that once held love, tranquility, and peace, are now broken and glazed over. She was not yet a woman, not a girl. He reached out a hand and brushed her hair out of her face, eyes travelling down to her lushish body. She was almost fully developed. ‘Her curves have come in nicely’ the demon purred at him as he nodded. He couldn’t deny that he had noticed how she flirted with the males in the castle, how he, himself had noticed. The tightness in his pants reminded him of all the lonely nights he’d had.
Do it…Rape her…Make her yours…Drain her dry…
He shook his shoulders as he let his hand travel down between the valley of her breasts, eyes gleaming with that of the demon. He tried to have some sense of control; the tightness in his pants only reminded him that his desire for her only raged more out of control. He took her pale, satin dress and slowly slide it off her. Slowly admiring her body; he stopped just below the breasts and just stared at them. He heard the demon purr as he continued to slide the dress down more, over her abdomen, down to the lower part of her body. His desire only grew more and more as he kept lowering the dress.
You know you want too…Hurry up... She’s starting to awake…
That she was, he noticed; her eyes fluttered shut as they refocused on him. She started to struggle.
W-what are you doing?!... Stop! …
She begged. The demon smirked as he bound her wrists and ankles to her mahogany bed posts. He ripped off the rest of her dress and took the silver knife that lay besides her and cut her inner thigh. The violent action made her jump in surprise. Her eyes reading fear.
D-Daddy…What are you doing?...Stop…Please!
She begged and pleaded with him. He straddled her, pulling her legs over his shoulders, making her legs bedn at an awkward angle. He thrust deep into her, striking her deep in her very core. He grunted as she arched up and screamed, hands tugging at the cuffs. Pulling, yanking, clawing; anything to break free;
W-why are y-you doing this? … Please…
She whispers, tears rushing down her doll like face as he thrusts deeper, slicing her with the knife at every thrust he made. When he twisted his hips, she yelled, causing him to smack her.
Now bite her! …Yes! We’re so close!...
The demon purrs, seduction mixed in with excitement, which caused him to thrust even faster. Each snap of his hips, the tug on her already bruised legs, the arch in her back, caused him to go as fast as he can. He threaded his fingers into her beautifully, blood soaked locks, causing her to cry out. Blood ran down her forehead, from the roots of her hair, from the force of his yanking. His other hand, which held the knife, cut on her left breast. She whimpered as he smirked down at her and licked the blood. He slashed her right side, blood immediately pouring out, like a broken dam.
Cum! Cum deep inside her!
The demon commanded. He arched his back as her eyes widened.
N-NO! NOT INSIDE! Please…Please! Not inside me!
She screamed, not noticing how she tightened around him as he once again arched his back, grip tightening in her hair as he pulled the knife back. He roared his release as it shot deep within her. He stabbed her in the neck. She coughed up blood as it poured from between her pale lips. He looked up at her, panting from his release only seconds ago.
Kill her…Drain her dry…
The demon said, taunting him with those forbidden words. He dragged the knife down from her throat and into her chest. He watched all the crimson spill from her pale, porcelain body.
Enough…Now, let us go…
The demon commanded as he complied. He pulled out of her and got dressed. Knife still in hand, he carve only two words on her upper thigh.
Lentus Diligo
(Tough Love)
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