Mind of the Virtuoso: Morningwood
WARNING: [NSFW] Mentions of Graphic Torture, Gore, Nudity
//It’s a long one. And I’m warning you.. It’s disgusting.
Sunday.
I returned home late and alone, but no later than 12 AM, after a dinner date with one of the prostitutes I had met about a week ago down at Sub Rosa; a very cheap nightclub that I usually only visit when my cravings need to be satisfied. These cravings include but are not limited to: having sex, getting high and/or drunk, teasing and flirting with whores, and torturing/murdering innocent civilians who just wanted to have a nice night out with their friends. I set my expensive eelskin wallet down on the coffee table with my set of keys tumbling after it. Clink.
Strolling my slight tipsy way to the kitchen I begin to brew myself a cup of warm tea to start my nightly ritual. Four Halcion pills, sleepy-time tea, watering the lotus plants while my sleepy-time tea boiled, taking out the garbage bag full of dismembered limbs I had been collecting, washing my hands, before it finally hit me. I didn’t have to unlock my door on the way in. I had company.
Evelynn was sitting in my bathtub, humming a tune of misfortune. I must have forgot I had told Evelynn she could use my home as a resting point while she was in town. She had mentioned something about her hotel being too noisy or having a wicked smell. I can’t remember. In all honesty, I believe she is just trying to seduce me and have sex with me. Lustful demon. I sit down on the closed toilet lid and cross my legs, left over the right, with my cup of sleepy-time tea in hand. Evelynn lifts herself up resting her arms on the side of the tub. As usual, her pleasing voice calls to me.
“How was your date, love?”
I rudely find myself staring at her now exposed breasts before quickly, I shake my head to snap out of the taunting charm.
“It went well.” I say, keeping it short.
Being a stickler for detail, Evelynn pushes on with her date night interrogation. Eventually I give her a look, one that says: “Knock it off or I will skin those breasts right off of your chest and shove them down your tight, warm throat.” She takes the hint and goes back to bathing herself.
“Hey, Jhin. Did you hear about the new limited fashion line coming out? Apparently it’s going to be super expensi..” Evelynn rambles on and so does my mind. My gaze wanders around the bathroom only stopping when it notices the amount of female hair and makeup products littering my counter. A hair dryer, a hair curler, blush, foundation, moisturizers, fake eyelashes, lipstick, chunks of bone I had washed off in the sink from last week’s victim, the list goes on and on. I grab the already plugged in hair curler. It’s already hot but not to my liking. I turn the dial up to the max heat setting; from three to nine. I set the curler back down and pick up the hair dryer. I turn it on and off a few times before it catches Evelynn’s attention.
“Jhin?” She coos. “What are you doing with my hair dr-“
I find myself tossing the already plugged in hair dryer into the tub. A loud bang, smoke, and a woman screaming bloody murder, exactly in that order I think. It all happened so fast. Making sure I unplugged the hair dryer before pulling Evelynn’s wet convulsing body out of the tub, I let her hit the cold tile floor with a thump. Evelynn is still alive laying on her back and unable to move as she is tries to stutter incoherent words to me.
“W-W-Why, J-Jhin? Is that what you’re trying to say? Stupid bitch.” I tease with a wide smirk plastered on my face. My looming hand hovered over the now boiling hair curler. I grab it tightly and bring it down to Evelynn’s vagina, opening her up with my left hand. I insert the rod, cauterizing her insides. A satisfying sizzle elicits from her pussy; almost like the sound of bacon frying on an oiled pan. I am hungry. I can’t help but giggle as she tries to scream.
“Oh, Evelynn ..” I moan, placing my lips on hers. She’s now screaming in my mouth as I try to choke her with my tongue. I’m practically eating her face. My hand goes to grasp the handle of the hair curler, thrusting it in and out of her blistering vagina. Guttural sounds are the only noise Evelynn is making now. I try shoving it up as far as her opening would let me. Her body jerks uncontrollably. Luckily, I was heavy enough to hold her down. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I’m fat. I work out almost everyday. In fact, my gym pass probably costs me around $2000 a month; which reminds me, I need to renew it soon. My stiff erection throbs against Evelynn’s warm belly occasionally dripping precum on it. I suppose sometime during the face eating, I had pulled down my pants.
I wanted more. I wanted to feel her. All of her. I removed the scalding sex toy from her blossom to only replace it with my engorged penis. Gods, did it ever feel good. A tight, swollen, blistering euphoria. I’m thrusting wildly like a deprived animal in heat. Gripping the curling rod, I instinctively gouge it in to her open right eye. Within minutes the rod has melted her eye in to a soupy consistency which jiggled in its socket from each one of my powerful thrusts. The smell coming from the corpse in front of me could only be pleasantly described as sweltering, metallic flesh. I could feel my climax approaching, my breath becoming labored, and my muscles tightening. I’m stirring the soupy concoction of what used to be Evelynn’s eye. Harder and faster the closer I get until: “Yes, yes. E-Evelynn! Im gonna-”
Coming back to reality steadily, my hips are still slightly bucking and I’m seeing double. Time passes and I soon realize that I am still in the bathroom sitting up on the cold tile floor. My tea mug rests in my right hand empty. Evelynn is gone. Upon moving, I feel my briefs are sticky and wet. Great.
“Jhin? How do you like your bacon?”
My house reeks of the smell of burnt toast and greasy bacon. Though the sudden unexpected question startles me, I reply:
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