you're going out with a bang.

david chase. 26. maniac. "I am the shape you made me; filth teaches filth."

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NEW GIRL IN TOWN.

“good.” she responded simply. all she needed was the sound of his confidence and hers was boosted another notch. “oh, so is this you confirming it then? i’m looking forward to learning some tips from you.” calla’s intuition rarely lead her astray. she had to slow her mind from going through a ton of varying situations. thinking about it now was just going to distract her from all the current tension rising between the two of them. she paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts and moving them to the back of her mind. her novel isn’t what mattered at this very moment. “of course. you’d probably use the company.” she joked back with him. calla liked that she managed to get him to joke back with her, the mood they had going between them had her captivated, especially now with her other thoughts moved aside. “perfect. don’t worry about the money anyway, we can worry about that later.” she followed his lead into the empty room, guiding the door closed behind her. once she stepped toward him, she wrapped her arms around her neck. “about that connection…” she didn’t know if he was used to the female taking control with him during a situation like this, but she was hoping his reaction would tell her that answer.

         ❝ maybe OFF THE RECORD, ❞ he teases, his usual ugly smirk finding its way back onto his face. it’s all word-play, at this point. SEMANTICS, really. david has never minded admitting to his CRIMES in the right kind of company, and very few PEOPLE don’t fit into that category—mostly, those who don’t are the POLICE. and even they have exceptions. the truth is, he doesn’t much care if she’s the type to turn him in or not. the WORST he would expect of their local DEPARTMENT is hector grumbling at him to keep quieter. too much paperwork, or something, to bring him in for SERIAL MURDER. ❝ of course, ❞ if anything, his smirk grows more REPULSIVE; ❝ who’s going to refuse a visitor on DEATH ROW? isolation gets boring. ❞ and hands are only good until something better comes along. ❝ way ahead of you. ❞ hell, he’s practically ( willfully, of course ) FORGOTTEN it already. his mind is focused on much more PRESSING matters. like how fast he can get into her pants. as it so happens, she almost seems as eager as he does. a PLEASANT almost-surprise. ❝ about that. i think i know a way we can get good and connected... ❞ his intentions have NEVER been so obvious. ❝ what do you say, honey? you want to go for a ride? ❞

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NEW GIRL IN TOWN.

“yes we will.” she responded confidentially. she didn’t scare easily and she was looking forward to showing david that. she had a feeling he was looking forward to telling her, so he could get some kind of reaction out of her, she was having fun entertaining the thought as they walked. “you’re holding me to my perhaps? you better do something great to earn that then.” the words danced off her tongue before her mouth formed a smirk. in moments the build up of teasing would turn into actions, soon the two of them would be alone in a room together. calla never would of pictured putting herself into such a situation with someone she had figured out to be a murderer. but she also didn’t realise she’d end up finding one so damn intriguing. “i want to learn from you, not visit you in prison. i’m not one of them.” she continued down the road with him, knowing exactly which motel he was talking about. the only one in town. “a motel room sounds great.” a few more strides and the two of them had made it there. the next few moments were kind of a blur, she was so into the moment, before she knew it they were completely alone and she was setting down her jacket. turning to face him she met his gaze. she paused for a moment before stepping herself closer to him. 

         she’s TEASING him and he knows it. it’s a CONFIDENT move, considering his implications, but there’s something he can respect about that. maybe she isn’t as naive as he’s been THINKING she is. then again, he won’t know for sure until LATER ON. until he gives her a detailed picture at just how DISTURBING murder really is. ❝ oh, i will. ❞ he’s CONFIDENT, too... perhaps to the point of being arrogant. ❝ if it’s MURDER you’re interested in, you’re talking to the right guy. ❞ at least when it comes to the more harrowing cases of human DEPRAVITY. he can’t speak much on crimes of PASSION or true necessity. ❝ at least i know you’d visit, ❞ he jokes lightly. i’m not one of them. an interestingly OTHERING phrase, albeit not for the usual REASONS. morality can be such a strange thing, it seems. ❝ good. i’m tight with the owner, so cost shouldn’t be an ISSUE. ❞ or maybe it will be. he doesn’t care much either way. ❞ what do you say we check out... this on. ❞ it’s a decidedly RANDOM room, but thankfully UNOCCUPIED.

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MALL SANTA.

           “been drunk all weekend?” he eyes the man, a smirk freely placed on his face. he’s enjoying this, likes to see the guy whine. and then he’s getting a good ol’ sap story, one that he doesn’t really care to hear. “poor baby, yeh life must have been total shite.” his smile has teeth and a bite. he sneers, top lip pulling up on one side to review one sharp canine. “oh that’s generous of yeh, but from the sounds of it, yeh sound all used up. i’ll take my prick somewhere where me dick won’t fall off, don’t want to catch anythin’ nasty.”

          ❝ i took a BREAK yesterday, ❞ he scoffs. for a few hours. ALCOHOLISM isn’t one of david’s most closely-guarded SECRETS, and anyone with even slight experience with his company is almost guaranteed to recognize it... except for him. ❝ oh, SHUT UP. who asked for your pity, anyway? ❞ his lip curls, ANNOYANCE finally working its way into his expression. finally, the underlying emotion is exposed—he’s not as GUARDED as he likes to think he is. ❝ look, ❞ his jaw TIGHTENS; ❝ i’m trying to solve this problem so both of us can get what we need. don’t make this more difficult than it NEEDS TO BE. ❞

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OFFICER HECKLER.

           he dodges the words that slide out of david’s mouth, couldn’t care more to egg him on. besides, it was nice to see that smile slow to a stop. the quick jab at his age doesn’t go unnoticed, cocking his head to the side is his only true response. after a moment he shakes his head lightly, takes out his gun and cocks it. the safety was never on in this town. he doesn’t miss a beat, simply fires it dangerously close to david’s head. “yeah and these fossils of mine, have a bedtime. hurry up, and i’ll take you in for murder.” he finishes with a wink.

          for a split SECOND, david thinks hector is going to shoot him. it’s not UNREALISTIC, given the circumstances, and as soon as the damn thing FIRES he’s expecting to drop dead. DISAPPOINTINGLY enough, he hasn’t even bothered to give him a less LETHAL taste of lead. a warning shot. has NOBODY realized he doesn’t respond well to those? ❝ so, if i slow down, do i get the trial first or are we going STRAIGHT for the death penalty? ❞ it’s a bad idea to TAUNT a police officer under any circumstances. david happens to be in the WORST. ❝ whatever. i’m DRAGGING her as fast as i can. she’s not SKIN AND BONES, and i had to wrestle her down beforehand. i’m tired. ❞ yes, he’s whining. 

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VALUABLE GOODS.

misha could have been there sooner – wanted to be there sooner in fact, but they didn’t want to seem too eager. they’d learned early on to always make sure the client thought that they weren’t getting anything but money out of the encounter. if they kept the illusion of emotional distance they kept from imploding on the spot. so instead they’d taken a minute to put on the matching bralette and panties they’d just gotten in the mail and had a shot. 

once they’d found the right door they knocked, and when instructed, pulled the door open and went in, shutting the door and remaining facing the door. before they turned around to face david, they pulled their tshirt off and turned the lock. 

         while they’re not late, david has the AUDACITY to be irritated that they aren’t early. he’s PAYING for this, and of course that means that even a mild INCONVENIENCE is absolutely outrageous. ignoring the fact that he does WORSE at his own job on a daily basis. it’s ALLOWED when he does it, obviously. luckily ( or not ) he’s easily DISTRACTED from his very justified annoyance, and the moment misha steps inside, his mind takes a different turn.

         this isn’t the usual get-up ( maybe USUAL is the wrong word ) but david is far from DISAPPOINTED. very, very far. a low whistle escapes him as he take a good, long look at what he’s dealing with. ❝ look at you, all DOLLED up. no wonder you took so long. ❞ it isn’t a VENOMOUS remark. entitled, on the other hand... a much DIFFERENT story.

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ANGEL OF DEATH.

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          this isn’t her usual, and david is COMPLETELY AWARE of that fact. thinks about it the moment she CROUCHES to get a better feel for what she’s dealing with. DEATH isn’t a strange topic for either of them, but there’s a GIGANTIC difference between an embalmed corpse and a FRESH KILL. the latter is his area of expertise. one he’s all too EAGER to expose her to—it’s clear in the HUNGRY glint in his eyes. corruption has never felt so ROMANTIC! neither has murder, for that matter.

          needless to say, it would be hard to deny that he’s ENJOYING this. like a final piece of the PUZZLE has been fitted into place. he’s gotten lonely; who would have GUESSED? ❝ it takes a while for things to STIFFEN UP, ❞ he purrs, nosing at the crook of her neck. ❝ but they always feel so good like this, i think. ❞ god, he wants to FUCK HER so badly. wants to take her from BEHIND while she grinds down into the mess he’s made. ❝ do you like it? ❞

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NEW GIRL IN TOWN.

she thought for a moment, a proper smirk on her face. “i’ll get back to you on that one.” calla thought about all the different people she had run into, david definitely was on the side of more interesting, he had this way about him. “that was before you met me.” she told him simply followed with a shrug, though keeping the note about a trash can in her mind. what could he possibly be into? she turned around to face him, noticing the grin on his face. “perhaps you’ll get your wish…” she placed her hand along his jawline for a moment, equipped to know he was going to make sure of that, before spinning back around so she could face the direction they were headed in. the two of them seemed like a dangerous duo in her head, not necessarily in a bad way. but the attraction and intrigue was bound to lead them somewhere and she wanted to know exactly where that would be. “you think the girl that writes about murder is going to rat you out to the cops?” her words were playful, joking back with him, clearly that was not her intention. “fairly normal…is that going to be a problem?” 

         she has a POINT, although he’s very much expecting a grand display of DISGUST and horror by the time he’s gotten into the DETAILS of his excursions. after all, when it comes to PERVERTS, david is about as bad as you can get—the WORST, in many’s opinions. that just encourages him to be more AWFUL. ❝ we’ll see, ❞ he replies, a hint of DISBELIEF in his expression. he doesn’t really think calla is any different. why would she be? even among people who PRETEND to be interested in the worst of the worst tend to get more than what they’ve been bargaining for in his COMPANY. she’s just someone else to CROSS OFF his list. ❝ i hope you know i’m holding you to that. ❞ it’s an easy lie. truth be told, he doesn’t much care if she enjoys herself as long as he gets what he wants. ❝ who knows? lots of people write about MURDER. i bet most of them would. ❞ if not for the MORAL OBLIGATION, for the fame of it all. everyone wants to be the final girl. ❝ not for me, no. maybe for you—tell you what, why don’t we just grab a MOTEL room? ❞

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BITCHY SNITCH.

          a disgusted scoff leaves her, head turning to the side so she doesn’t have to see him, wants nothing more to not have to feel him. she wishes she still had her active imagination from when she was younger, wishes she could close her eyes and take herself somewhere else. used to do it all the time in this desert wasteland. but it does the opposite now, her eyes close and she become hypersensitive to his bruising touch on her skin. so she keeps them trained on the wall, where the stupid cat picture was taped up. ‘hang in there’

          the change in his tone almost doesn’t register, she just wants nothing more than to flush him out. the first punch shocks her, a pained gasp. the next has her panting, the taste of blood in her mouth. the last one has her quiet besides the ragged breaths, eyes closed now. she’s limp under him, savors the pain that has blocked his touch. the side of her face throbs, can feel it beginning to swell. besides knowing that she most likely wont be making out of this alive, she can’t help but think about going into work with the bruises, how would she explain?

          her eyes stay closed as she begins to wiggle under him again, it’s weak, but she doesn’t want to give up just yet. besides.. he did say she could wiggle as much as she likes. 

         the side of her face is already DISCOLORED and swollen, far prettier to him now than it was UNMARRED. he can only imagine how she’ll look in death, face GRAYED, skin cold, rot eating away at the soft CURVES in her flesh... it almost has him squirming on top of her. has him impatient. it’s a shame that even the earliest signs of DEATH don’t begin to appear for hours after the last breath has left the body. he reconciles that with the idea of taking her broken body home with him, with being able to WATCH each and every change happen.

         farrah’s pitiful WIGGLING breaks his train of thought, his lip curling into a feral grin. ❝ i think i’ll leave your face for later, ❞ he purrs, sliding down to CROUCH between her legs. runs his hand over the smooth FLESH of her calf. ❝ if you kick me,  ❞ he warns, tracing the tip of his KNIFE against her inner thigh; ❝ i’m going to SEVER your spinal cord. ❞ david’s tempted to do it, anyway, but... the unfortunate unwanted effect of doing so is that she won’t be able to FEEL ANYTHING, anymore. he wants her in pain. he’ll leave it as PUNISHMENT, for now.

         without WARNING, he drives his blade deep into her thigh, barely missing the femoral artery. he knows where it is. knows that FLAYING it will end things too soon. severing it quickly, on the other hand... if he’s lucky, it will shrivel to keep her ALIVE. but he doesn’t like to leave a SATISFACTORY encounter to pure chance, either... he sticks with twisting the knife where it is.

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FATHER KILLJOY.

          david is right, and thomas drawls back at his comment. what would he do if david decided to go back, a repeat of the abuse? thomas doesn’t KILL when he feels like it, only when god WANTS it. because that’s what it was, right? impulses really the hand of god? in his own sick twisted belief, it was. “god will have a plan for you.” he hisses out, his face flushed with anger. even now with his hands beginning to shake from his self awareness, thomas only hopes that this little fight would push his impulses to the surface.

          his knuckles have began to tear from david’s face, little rips of pain that keep his hands warm. he swallows hard, has to close his eyes to THINK. why was it so hard to follow through with the plan, it was supposed to be simple, something he had done before to others. but david so clearly wants the pain, and it only confuses thomas more. “no!” he bares his teeth at the man below him, knuckles turning white as his grasp tightens. “you want pain, i’m not giving that to you.” 

           readjusting himself, thomas now enclosed david. knees on each side, but hovering above him. his grips looses so he can rest both of his hands on david’s shoulders, pressing him further into the ground. “the sun will no more be your light by day, nor will the brightness of the moon shine on you-” heavy lids close as he begins.

         god will have a plan for you. david sneers. YEAH, RIGHT! even if there is some sort of grand plan, some ALL POWERFUL entity, they’re very clearly not concerned about the state of the world and its people—or they like it this way. after all, an OMNIPOTENT being could just snap its fingers and set EVERYTHING right again, couldn’t it? could strike him down where he kneels. and yet, there’s no thunder, no LIGHTNING—just them. ❝ you’re pathetic! ❞ he spits, DISDAIN glittering in his eyes.

         what kind of PERSON finds it difficult to hit someone like him? pastor thomas doesn’t need a court of law to prove the GROTESQUE things he gets up to. david’s taken his ACTIVITIES right onto holy ground itself, had a witness CONFESS his sins, and yet... he’s not hitting him anymore. it’s MADDENING! ❝ you’re such a tease, tommy. you really came out here just to give me a few scrapes? i thought you wanted to STOP ME. ❞

         evidently, he’s put off by the way he’s been ENJOYING the experience. a pity, really, but what else can he EXPECT? this is supposed to be a true believer, and the punishment he very clearly wants to dole out is supposed to be UNWANTED. ❝ are you serious? ❞ it’s bewildering. thomas is just going to preach at him, after all. ❝ this is the DIVINE INTERVENTION i’m supposed to get? please. you couldn’t stop a shoplifter with this shit! ❞

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NEW GIRL IN TOWN.

“understanding?” she thought about it for a moment before laughing a a little. “i guess that’s better than the alternative. has anyone ever asked you for details before?” she questioned, smirking at him. “are you feeling a connection with me or just my boobs?” she teased, though she felt some sort of something with him. calla wasn’t really sure what the something was, but she didn’t plan to fight it. “my place is over in canyon court, if you wanted to head over there. though i have a problem seeing your place.” she thought about it for a moment. if her instincts were right and he was actually a killer. she was pretty sure of it. going with him to his house would require some trust, but getting a feel for his environment would also help with her novel. “i’m sure you know where canyon court is, so i’ll let you decide. lead the way.”

        a wider smirk tugs at the CORNER of his lip, crooked and unsightly. ❝ depends on what you think the alternative is. ❞ in this case, it’s having him CARTED off to jail ( or worse ) and the people of saguaro hills RESTING a little easier. not that getting rid of one killer made much of a DIFFERENCE in the long run. ❝ lots of people ask me for DETAILS. most of them end up regretting it, afterwards. let’s hope there’s a good trashcan where we’re headed, ❞ he half-joked, leading through the bar and toward the exit. ❝ you know, that’s a good QUESTION. maybe if i got a better look i’d be able to ANSWER... ❞ teeth bare in a grossly lecherous grin. like the CHESHIRE CAT decided to take up an alliance with the queen. ❝ you sure you’re not just going to lead the cops back, after? i’m KIDDING. ❞ he pushes the door open, dutifully letting her walk through first. ❝ decisions, decisions, ❞ he mutters, GLANCING in each empty direction. ❝ how’s your sense of smell, HONEY?

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NEW GIRL IN TOWN.

she could happily admit that she loved the attention she was getting, she couldn’t put her finger on it but there was something that made being around him intoxicating. she slightly tilted her head to the side and followed it with a shrug. “honestly? no i’m not really concerned. do you come out as a maybe murderer often? we’ve got to have some sort of trust building.” her gut was telling her that he was for real, but still if he was going to help with her novel, could she really be that bothered? maybe it was the current sexual tension in the air clouding her judgment, but she felt that she could enjoy their mutual benefit. “i think i can agree with you then.” she replied with a smirk, noticing him eyeing down her clothes. “we should probably get out of here then.” she placed her hand on his and moved it further up her thigh for him before she stood up from her chair and made her way over to the door. 

         david likes the kind of PEOPLE that are interested in the darker side of HUMANITY. most of them don’t really know what they’re GETTING INTO, but he likes it that way. likes INTRODUCING them to the most disgusting, stomach-turning things that he can do. ❝ i don’t know if i’d say it’s often, but... people around here are more UNDERSTANDING. ❞ that’s one way of putting it. CORRUPT beyond comprehension is another. ❝ but who knows? maybe we do. i’m sure feeling a connection here. ❞ empty words, an attempt at APPEALING to her. he can’t start out with THE WORST if he wants to draw her in. ❝ good. i agree, ❞ he purrs, good eye staring with such intense hunger that it could BURN HOLES into her if it was any worse. ❝ you got a room around here? or would you prefer to see my place? ❞

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          david hasn’t been WAITING long, but impatience has already risen its ugly head. it’s only been about ten minutes, and yet... he feels as though he’s been PLAYING around with his knife for LITERAL HOURS. the worst side effect of sociopathy: BOREDOM. it went without saying that he’s already started DRINKING, too. maybe it isn’t a good idea to drink half the bottle in so little time, but none of his ideas are made with CONSEQUENCES in mind. especially not when there’s IMPATIENCE involved.

          just about when he thinks he might wither and die, the KNOCK he’s been listening for finally sounds from the door. ❝ it’s open, ❞ he calls, finally tucking his blade into his back pocket. he’ll need it for LATER. ❝ you can lock it on your way in. or not. ❞ 

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CITY SLICKER.

“Honestly, I have not missed Arizona summers,” Jacky admitted, using the papers she had once been writing on to fan herself. “It’s muggy in New York, but never this bad.”

         ❝ you get used to it... EVENTUALLY. honestly? i kind of like them. who doesn’t want to see EVERYTHING melt? i saw some fences dripping on the side of the ROAD this morning. ❞ he smiles, more to HIMSELF than to her. ❝ nature’s a marvel. ❞

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COCKBLOCK.

          “how degrading.” he snorts and crosses his arms. “whats one more day without it goin’ to do? i mean i can’t pass up a free blow, but i’m not lettin’ yeh in today buddy.” he reaches out and clasps a calloused hand on the others shoulder, “yeh need to lay of the drinks, ya smell like that santa that tried touchin’ me. filthy bastard.”

         declan isn’t WRONG. ❝ fuck, man. i can’t leave it there for ANOTHER DAY. it was there all weekend, ❞ he explains, albeit POORLY. he really does need to lay off the drinks. will he? not until hell FREEZES over. he leans into his touch, more out of UNSTEADINESS than anything else. ❝ what, only tried? i took ten santas up the ass before i was twelve. y’know, you kinda LOOK LIKE ONE. c’mon, i’ll let you practice for the HOLIDAYS if you let me in. i know this fucking place isn’t closed. ❞

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BITCHY SNITCH.

          where his fingers go, her skin burns. she’s disgusted with not only him, but with herself. with how she had let this happen, there were so many steps she had tried to follow in order for an event like this to not happen. yet here she was, laying under a predator, waiting for him to rip out her throat. it hurt less knowing that her grandmother wasn’t inside the house, had taken a tumble and broke her hip the day before. she was coming home in two days, hopefully it wasn’t her that would find farrah.

          he’s baiting her, taunting her with his offered ear. and it physically makes her sick. her body sits uncomfortable under the weight of him, with enough strength she’d tear through his earlobe if desired. but instead she laughs, laughs loud an obnoxious laugh. “you are so dumb.” she’s wildly aware that she’s not only talking about him, she can feel the fight already leaving her. she’s tired, maybe has been for years now. her mouth opens to say something else, but instead she begins to thrash around under him once more. bucking her hips, trying to throw him off. head straining to slam into his own. anything.  

         david can APPRECIATE the irony of the situation. that he’s managed to WIGGLE into a fox’s den despite her best efforts to keep CREATURES like him out. it’s always the simplest of MISTAKES that lead his victims to their downfall. forgetting a good NAVIGATOR, walking down the block by themselves... forgetting to lock a WINDOW. nothing that anyone thinks about. things that OTHER PEOPLE, luckier people, do a thousand times without even a hint of a repercussion. but all it takes is one predator to be out LURKING, hoping that someone will make those little errors, ready and WILLING to capitalize on them.

         you are so dumb. he likes the FIGHT in her, likes the way she spits and HISSES at him like the alley cats he used to rip apart. the TOOTHY GRIN splitting his face in two makes it more than OBVIOUS that he isn’t concerned by her thrashing. he wants it to continue. hates when they give up easily. ❝ oh, yeah, babe, ❞ he moans, GRINDING his hips down on hers; ❝ keep BUCKING like that. you’re hitting me in all the right places. ❞ to him, it’s a joke. a game. he’s making fun of her like they’re SCHOOLYARD CHILDREN.

         the wind CHANGES and he decides he isn’t fond of this, anymore. ❝ you aren’t getting out of those cuffs, you stupid bitch. keep WRIGGLING all you like, ❞ he spits, taking a fist to the side of her face. twice. three times. hopes to daze her.

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NEW GIRL IN TOWN.

“no, i’m not. I seem to have found exactly what I was looking for.” she bit down subtlety on her bottom lip as she left her eyes on him. “I don’t think you’re a lunatic.” her response was quick, taken back a little by how obvious he was being while looking her up and down. “murder isn’t supposed to be pretty, I’m not exactly worried.” she couldn’t keep her mind from wandering, undeniably the girl wanted to know it all, every little detail he could give to her would help her out in the long run. she eyed his hand on her leg before bringing them back up to look at him, wanting him to know that she was aware of what he was doing. “perhaps I do, but what kind of girl would that make me if I gave into you just for some information?” she asked, but she knew she was already contemplating it. He had something she wanted and clearly it worked both ways, she didn’t mind, so why couldn’t they just mutually benefit from this situation? She leaned herself closer to him, making the space between them almost invisible. 

         that’s the kind of PRAISE that he can get behind. he’s always adored being the center of attention, after all—especially when in ATTRACTIVE COMPANY. the fact that he’s gotten this far by almost ADMITTING to the worst of criminal activities is only icing on the cake. the only thing he enjoys more than FLIRTING and sex is adding the OPPORTUNITY to be truly disturbing. he wonders if she’ll be as eager to sleep with him when he finds out just how vile he can really be. now there’s an INTERESTING experiment. ❝ good, ❞ he says, fingers still CREEPING up along her thigh. he has no interest in being subtle when it comes to attraction, and if he’s not being rejected, well... he’ll just KEEP GOING. ❝ you’re not even the tiniest bit CONCERNED about talking to someone who allegedly is involved in that? ❞ he can see it on her face that she’s not. unusual, but not out of the QUESTION for a place like this. saguaro hills always has drawn out the WORST in people. ❝ think about it this way, ❞ he begins, LEANING in to peek down her top; ❝ you’re just being... OPPORTUNISTIC. ❞

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THE REAPER.

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         being compared to an ANIMAL has never come as a surprise, and for good reason. here he is, on his knees and more than willing to submit to another MONSTER. more than willing to beg for his own DEFILEMENT. more than willing to be treated like nothing more than a flea-bitten, mangy dog that’s been BLESSED with the mere chance for scraps. and that’s all elias is giving him, isn’t it? he’s dangling a worm on a hook and david is BITING like it’s his only purpose in life. for a long time, it was. still FEELS LIKE IT IS. as long as eli pushes the right BUTTONS, he’ll continue to think like that. how can he not? every time they get together, everything he does just SHOVES him right back into the past.

         david can’t help but continue to squirm the LONGER elias makes him wait, the hint of praise he is given only STOKING the flames of his overpowering lust. to think, he just came by because of the rain. now he’s LEAKING all over the floor and begging to be CHOKED. it feels like he’s holding a nuclear bomb in his stomach, feels like he’s going to explode if he doesn’t get what he needs. has to WONDER if elias is aware of just how badly he’s affected—if he ENJOYS that about him. david knows he would. POWER is intoxicating... and so is a lack of it, at least to him. but he’ll never know how much of that is CONDITIONING.

         i’m going to give you what you want... ELECTRICITY fizzes behind his eyes again, but it’s almost a WELCOME experience. a painful one, a torturous one, but isn’t that the point of CRAWLING back to him? he wants to be REMINDED of everything they did to him. wants to be put back in a position he’s familiar with. the outside world has been STRANGE without having someone to pull his TATTERED strings. ...because i’m GOOD TO YOU. and there’s the thunder that sends him spiraling straight toward the past. i’m good to you, danny boy. you wretched freak. nobody else loves you like i do. elias’ face seems to merge with someone else’s, his glassy, UNFOCUSED gaze unable to pull them apart. a brief QUESTION about his location blinks into his mind, but it’s gone as quickly as it appears. it doesn’t matter where or when he is—only that he SERVES HIS PURPOSE. only that his needs are met.

         the COMMAND brings him out of his haze for long enough to UNDERSTAND what it is. pull. he pulls until eli’s pants ENCIRCLE his ankles, stares hungrily at the bulge in his underwear. he pulls again and it pops free, HANGING before his face as if to taunt him. there’s the hook. time to bite. leaning in, david takes the tip of eli’s cock in his mouth, slowly TONGUING a circle around the tip. god, he’s so CONFLICTED about being teased. wants this down his throat, already. even so, he’s a good pet. HE OBEYS.