WARNING: ⚠️⚠️⚠️ The fic you are about to read has a lot of gore, violence, manipulation, blood, strong language, explicit sex scenes, and did I mention gore? THESE ARE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS AND A FICTIONAL SLASHER. IF YOU ARE A MINOR DO NOT READ THIS 21+ ONLY
TW: Sadist, Masochist, Degradation, Dub-Con, luring, and trapping. Mentions of racism.
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𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚂- American Psycho One Shot
Cameron is a huge fan of Halloween aside from it being her birthday, it’s the only seasonal holiday she celebrates. Patrick on the other hand, well doesn’t like much of anything, yet he decided to have a costume party at his place this year.
“Patrick…you have to dress up as someone for Halloween.” She groans, he does this every year, and every year Cameron has to lure him into wearing a costume.
“I don’t like dressing up Cam, I mean what’s the point? So we can pretend to run around being someone else?” He continues to flip through his magazine and occasionally looks up to bark orders at the workers who're putting up decorations. Cameron took the magazine from his hands, sat in his lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“But Patty, it’s my birthday.” She pouted as if that would be a solid enough argument to partake in such foolishness. His hands rested on her thighs and hip. Cameron held his face in her hands, she squashed his cheeks gently, but the unimpressed look in his eyes remained.
“I’m throwing you a party, and letting you trash my house, isn’t that enough for you?” Patrick groaned, if it wasn’t for her being hot and smart, he’d probably kill her by now. Though he is impressed by how long she’s hung in there with him, if Cameron was any regular woman, she’d be crying back home long ago…or dead.
“Of course not.” Cameron had a surprise plan, that she knew Patrick probably didn’t think about because he was too busy being a dickhead.
“Don’t you wanna have a good time Patrick, I mean think about it. Halloween night is naturally the most violent night of the year, it’s almost like you can get away with anything.” Cameron purred, her head tilted downward as she peaked at him from underneath her long lashes. The corners of her lips pulled back, and her lips parted showing her perfect white teeth.
“Aren’t you a sneaky one?” Patrick mumbled, the gears in his head turning as the words she just spoke to him were inspiring all types of ideas. Now it all made sense as to why she chose such a fucked up theme, Cameron had the decorators hang fake dead bodies outside in the front yard from the tree. There were fake blood splatters in the bathrooms and some random bloody handprints on the walls. There was one section of the house set up like a crime scene, that part was cut off, but he had a feeling no one would listen to that.
“You know…I heard Paul might show up, I know his assistant, and she said that he didn’t believe you’d throw a party.” The grip Patrick had on her thighs tightened, and his jaw clenched.
“Paul Allen? What do you mean he didn’t believe I would throw a party?” It was cruel to use Paul as bait like this, but Patrick made it way too easy. His eyes locked onto hers, his nails digging into her exposed skin, and Patrick did not blink once.
“I didn’t hear this from the source directly, but I wouldn’t put it past that pompous asshole. Paul doesn't think you have it in you to have any type of fun…because and I quote, Patrick Bateman is the stiffest suit on two legs walking the New York streets.” Patrick’s facial expression appeared extremely dull. His relaxed facial muscles didn’t reflect the same energy in his eyes, his pupils shrunk the size of pinpoints, and the grip he held on Cameron tightened. The stinging sensation from his nails digging into her skin didn't bother her, she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth in an attempt to bite back her laughter.
“What’s your costume?” He asked, his voice monotone, and deep. Patrick’s hazel-brown eyes finally met Cameron’s, he watched the way her full luscious lips pulled back into an arrogant smile.
“I went through a few choices, and for a minute I couldn’t decide. But now that you said you’re going to wear a costume…I think Cat woman would be an excellent choice.” Patrick rolled his eyes, he can recall several nights Cameron came over just to watch Cat woman on his tv because he had the bigger tv. He never understood her obsession with the movie, it’s not like it was even half as good as it could have been.
“And I assume you have a costume planned for me?” His head tilted, and his lips pressed together in a thin line. He had a feeling, whatever it was she was going to choose, he was going to hate it.
“Cameron, I can't move my damn head in this mask,” Patrick complained, I stood on the opposite side of the room messing with my cowl. I couldn’t help but smile, he looked so damn good in that costume. If it wasn’t for all the effort I put into this party, I’d cancel, and fuck him for the rest of the night.
“Duh Patrick, Batman’s cowl isn’t made for comfort, but if you must complain, you could just take it off.” I offered, I crossed the room to meet him where he stands in the doorway. I wrap an arm around his neck, and one of my gloved hands caresses the side of the mask, and down to his espoused chin.
“Although, if you take the mask off…it ruins the fantasy for me.” Patrick silently watched me, analyzing my face, and more than likely fighting himself on his decision. He was taking too long, so I decided for him. I pressed my lips to him, instantly Patrick pushed his tongue into my mouth, and his arms closed in around my waist. Just before things got too exciting the doorbell rang, I pushed away from Patrick and licked my lips.
“Save some for later Patty.” I blew a kiss at him, then moved past him, and out of the bedroom. The bell rings a few more times by the time I reach the door, I pull the door open to reveal Meadow and a few other people on the other side.
“Let’s get this party started then”
After another hour or so passed, Patrick’s house was full of people, strangers, and some “friends” from work mixed in. The music is blasting so loud, you could barely hear yourself, or the person talking to you.
Just as Cameron said, Paul Allen did show up, and he was thoroughly impressed. He brought his assistant as his date. He did have a fiancé, but he wouldn’t be a traditional rich white man if he weren’t cheating. The assistant, Kelly Heston, had a major distaste for Cameron. She made it known any chance she got, though she never confronted Cameron directly.
“Woooo take that shot bitch!” Meadow could be heard cheering Cameron on from the middle of the dance floor, she stood over her Mistress with a bottle of Tequila. She then turned to Kelly who spectated from the side, nursing a drink—probably nonalcoholic, it’s been rumored that Kelly was court-ordered to AA meetings—she shook her head turning Meadow’s offer down.
“Aw come on Kells, don’t be a downer, you came to the party, you have to drink, them is the party rules.” Cameron stood folding her arms, Patrick admired her efforts to smite her enemies, but if it were up to him Kelly would have been done away with. She’s nosey, bland, and broke.
“So, Cameron Fulton…that’s what you’re into?” Paul turns to Patrick who had been intensely watching Cameron and Meadow grind, and hump each other to the music. She came dressed as Harley Quinn, her ass cheeks hung out the bottom of her shorts. They were cut damn near into panties, and her shirt was so thin you could see her red and blue bra underneath.
“What?” Patrick snapped, he wished he could have rolled his eyes harder at Paul’s choice of costume. Captain Jack Sparrow is probably Patrick’s least favorite character, but he doesn’t like anything Disney.
“I mean she– she’s your girlfriend right? Just doesn’t seem like your type…Black girl, and you know…wide, you know…um hips. But main– ly she’s Black. All that attitude, blah blah blah. How do you deal with that?” He stumbled through the whole thing, every other word came out slurred, or in between a hiccup.
Cameron had been feeding him tequila shots, and any other liquor she could find since the moment he got here. By the time she was finished, Paul was already hammered halfway to hell, and there was nothing nobody could do about it.
“You drunk bastard, I don’t even fucking like you. Cameron is a goddam smoke show you shithead, you know both her parents are doctors? She has a degree in business, can speak four languages, and graduated at the top of her class. She came from a high-class suburban neighborhood, she’s in shape, she’s got a great rack and gorgeous ass.” Patrick dropped his glass half full of whiskey, he did not like it when anyone tried to talk down to Cameron. Because if they’re talking bad about her, then they might as well be talking bad about him, and Patrick can’t have that.
“Yea…but she’s still Black.” Paul slurred, and without blinking, Patrick reared back his leather-clad fist and punched him square in the jaw. Paul went flying out of his seat onto the floor, his pirate hat fell off his head, and landed in front of Meadow’s feet.
“You son of a bitch, you’re such a fucking wanna-be!” Paul drunkenly shouted as he tried to pick himself up off the floor, Cameron rolled her eyes and stood there looking down at Paul.
“Pathetic.” She sighed, people stopped for a brief moment to see what was happening but didn’t give it much thought.
“You could at least help him up, you know Cameron I’ve been hearing people say what a bitch, and mean girl you are.” Paul’s assistant, Kelly, hissed, she also had more than a few drinks. Not nearly as many as her boss though, her words slurred but she still stood on her own two feet.
“And?” Cameron turned her full attention to Kelly, a hand on her hip, and an unimpressed look on her face.
“And you're a fat cow that nobody likes, you think you’re all that, but the only thing you’re good at is sucking Patrick's dick.” She hissed, taking half step forward, Paul was still struggling to pick himself up off the floor, and Patrick stood off to the side watching the whole thing unfold.
“Is that so?” Cameron grabbed onto Paul’s arm, and helped him the rest of the way up off the floor, Kelly scuffed trying to think of something to say. She came up empty.
Cameron pulled Paul off in the direction of the bedroom, she struggled with him the whole way there.
“Where are you taking him?” Kelly quickly followed the tow down the hall, and Patrick followed after that. He took a look around the house, nobody noticed they left, people were either dancing or drinking.
“He needs to go home.” Kelly protested, she took her pirate hat off and tossed it to the ground. Beads of sweat lining the edge of her hair, she seemed to be a bit out of breath despite not walking that far.
“You need to calm down, wino.” Cameron chided, she looked over to Patrick who stood in the corner brooding but remained silent. He was mostly curious to see what Cameron was going to do, she had been waiting for this for a long time. It’s no secret to him that she and Kelly pretty much hated each other. From what he’s observed Cameron won’t join Kelly and her cult. There’s a handful of women in the office that lived under Kelly’s thumb, and Cameron is the only one that wouldn’t crack under the pressure.
“What did you call me?” Kelly stumbled a little, her words slurring, and her eyelids droopy. She tried to fight against the drowsy sensation by shaking her head and squeezing her eyes shut.
“I know about your relationship with the bottle Kelly, I know a lot about you in general. But let’s talk about that later, I have a confession to make. Even though I fucking hate your guts, and you’re poorly misinformed about me. I’ll let it slide since you’re pretty, and you’ve got a sharp mouth on you.” Cameron walked to Kelly who had plopped down on the bed next to a dazed Paul. She grabbed a fist full of her blonde hair, pulled her head back, and licked her tongue up the side of Kelly’s face.
“Now be a good girl, relax your body, don’t ask anymore questions, and no more complaining. You will have fun, and allow me to do whatever I want to you.” Cameron whispered, her eyes dilated, and the whites of her eyes turned a deep red. After a moment Kelly’s body relaxed on command, her mind void of all previous questions, and thoughts.
“Okay, I have a confession.” Kelly giggled, the alcohol flowing through her, the last bit of her logic dwindling. “I think you’re so fucking hot, I hate it, and all I think about is putting my face between those perfect tits of yours.” Kelly moaned, this tickled Cameron, but it didn’t surprise her. Sometimes she’d catch the prissy woman stealing heated glances when Kelly thought no one was looking.
Cameron’s lips kissed up the base of her neck to her lips. Kelly has always been jealous of those naturally juicy, luscious lips of hers, and it made everything that came out of her mouth seem sexy.
“Hmm you’re so gorgeous Cam,” Kelly confessed in between kisses, her hands moved up to Cameron’s full breast, and grabbed a handful of each one over her leather catsuit. Cameron pulled away first, grabbed Kelly by the chin, and tilted her head to get a better look at her eyes.
“You’re going to be a good little slut, and eat my pussy. For your sake, I hope you make me cum.” Cameron giggled mischievously, she turned to Patrick who had taken off his mask and was leaning against the wall watching Cameron work. Slowly she unzips her catsuit, her hips sway, and her head slightly pointed downward as she watches Patrick back through her eyelashes.
She shimmied the rest of the way out of her costume, as she stepped out of it Patrick pushed himself off the wall, and made his way over. Roughly he pulled Cameron into him, pressed his lips to hers, and gripped onto her ass tightly.
“You get down here,” Cameron ordered Kelly, without hesitation she got down off the bed, onto the floor, and on her knees. Patrick turns his back to Cameron so she can unzip his suit for him, Paul starts to stir a bit, and for a second he starts to panic not knowing where he was.
“Alcohol must have worn off some,” Patrick muttered, he rolled his eyes and continued to shimmy out of his outfit.
“Where am I? How much did I– Kelly? What–” He was cut off by Cameron who had climbed on top of him, and slapped him across the face.
“Cameron!” Kelly gasped in shock, her body felt too heavy to get up and stop the assault so she just sat there on the floor.
“Look at me, just shut the fuck up okay? Don’t say another fucking word.” Patrick grabbed by the chin, his eyes dilated, the whites of his eyes turning bloody red, and veins crept up his under eyelid. She wanted to resist, everything in her said to run, but no matter how hard she wanted to fight against it, his words were stronger than her will.
“What the fuck is wrong with you! You bitch!” Paul shouted, he held onto his stinging cheek with one hand, and tried to push Cameron off him with the other.
“Cameron…” Patrick rolled his eyes, he was starting to get impatient, and extremely agitated. He hasn’t eaten in hours, this was taking longer than necessary at this point.
“Shut your fucking mouth, and let me enjoy this you whiny bitch.” Cameron hissed at Paul, she grabbed him by the chin and forced his eyes to look into hers. The veins that crept up her bottom eyelids, and the crimson red that appeared in the whites of her eyes had his heart racing with fear.
“Don’t make a fucking sound, just lay there, and don’t move till I tell you to. Nod your head if you understand.” On the inside, his brain was telling him that he was going to die, but he couldn’t resist her commands. He nodded his head silently and laid back on the sheets. His breathing is heavy, tears start to form at the bottom of his eyelid.
“Cry all you want, it’ll do you no good.” Cameron turned to Kelly and Patrick who were in the same spot she left them in. His costume was deserted on the floor, even his boxers, and socks were off. Patrick held his dick in his hands, slowly stroking himself to not build up too much too soon.
“Let’s make our mouths useful, lay down on the floor.” Cameron lightly pushed Kelly onto the floor next to the bed, she then positioned herself over Kelly’s face. She sucked Cameron into her mouth, stuck her tongue into her slickness, and lapped up any juices that came from her greedily.
“Open that pretty mouth of yours gorgeous.” Patrick grabbed Cameron by the head with one hand, and with the other, he guided himself into her mouth pushing as far back as possible. He continued to thrust into her warm mouth, as spit began to spill down her chin, he looked over at Paul who has been watching this whole time.
“Yea you fucking wish you had a woman like mine you jealous asshole.” Patrick pulled his dick out of Cameron’s mouth and stood her up.
“C’mon I’ve got a better idea.” Patrick breathed, he walked her over to Paul’s side of the bed, half of her body on top of Paul, and the other half off the bed, facing Patrick.
“Lucky for you, you get an up-close show baby.” Cameron moaned, one of her nails grew longer into a sharp point, then she dragged it along his cheek slicing the skin open. He tried to move away but found he still couldn’t no matter how hard he tried. With her long tongue, Cameron licked up his crimson red blood, at the same time Patrick roughly entered her from the back.
“Ooo fuck! Hahaha.” She laughed evilly, pulling down her bra, and exposing her perfectly round, large breasts. Patrick pounded into her relentlessly, her creaminess coating him. She raised one leg up on the bed, and leaned down more, putting her ass out. Patrick’s deep growls mixed with Cameron’s moans, and whimperings filled the air.
Cameron rips open Paul’s shirt exposing his skin, she licks him from his navel to the base of his neck. He looked at her with half-open eyes, he’s sworn to never have been attracted to Cameron, or women like her. The erection in his pants suggests otherwise, he was excited, because he thought maybe he would get his turn next, but he couldn’t have been more wrong.
Patrick pulled out of Cameron, and she was about to complain when she watched as he came all over Paul’s chest. She burst out into laughter, tears brimming her eyes, and a hand over her chest.
“Bitch.” Patrick spat at him, he watched the disgust in Paul’s eyes and the feeling of satisfaction built inside Patrick. Finally, he’ll be getting rid of him after tonight, he would have done it sooner, but Paul Allen never puts himself in a situation where he has to be alone with Patrick. He came to the party assuming he’d be safe because there were so many people around, but not a single person noticed when the four of them disappeared.
“Hmm, you wasted your nut on him. What am I supposed to have?” Cameron pouted, she loved it when Patrick would come inside her. He’d continue to pump into her even after they both came, he was obsessed with the gooey feeling.
“Don’t be so goddamn greedy okay?” Patrick rolled his eyes, his dick still hard, and ready for a second round. His appetite is starting to eat at him, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
“You, get the fuck up and come over here.” Patrick snapped his fingers at Kelly, on command she got up from the floor and walked over to the bed.
“Now…clean up the mess.” Patrick tilted his head down, his features seeming more melicious than ever. The bite of hunger more intense than ever as the veins under his eyes appeared again, he was on the brink of losing his self control.
“W–what?” Kelly stutters, she takes a step back from the bed, but before she could fully turn and make a run for it, Cameron was already at her side. She wrapped the leather whip that came with the Catsuit around Kelly’s neck, and slowly tightened the grip. Her body began to struggle, and her heart pounded wildly as panic set in.
“I know you didn’t think you’d get away that easily did you? Now, do what the man said, AND CLEAN THE SHIT UP!” Cameron shoved Kelly forward onto the bed, and did as told, she licked the cum up off Paul’s chest with her tongue. If this was any normal situation she may have tried to enjoy the salty taste, and creamy texture. Paul’s eyes looked at hers, and he was just as confused as she was, but if she thought about it, maybe she deserved this. All the times she, and her “friends” were so bitchy to Cameron. The rumors they spread, and the lies they told. This was Kelly’s karma, being humiliated by the one woman in the office she was jealous of.
“N–now what?” Kelly whimpered, Cameron cackled as she pulled her up by the sandy tresses she was so proud of. When Kelly watched Cameron’s eyes turn the same red as Patrick’s, the veins under her eyes, and now sharp fangs growing out of her gums, Kelly screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Now you fucking die!” Cameron roughly bit into Kelly’s neck, her crimson red blood spilling into Cameron’s mouth, and she gulped it down greedily. Kelly was too shocked, and her blood drained faster once Patrick latched on the other side of her neck. The whole time his eyes were on Cameron as she fed, she was always so vicious about her bite, ripping flesh, and tearing open veins. Cameron wished she could have seen life leave Kelly’s eyes as her soul left her body. Feeling her shoulders slump, and her body go slack was good enough for her this time.
They dropped Kelly to the floor with a heavy thud, her skin pale, and cold. Patrick pulled Cameron in by her waist and licked the blood off her chin, neck, and chest. This only caused the blood to smear more around the both of them, but the mess didn't bother them, especially not Cameron.
“You got room for more?” Cameron asked, climbing onto the bed, Paul’s eyelids widened, tears streaming down his face, and as the reality of his situation set in, his heart felt like it was going to explode.
Patrick snatched Paul up by his collar forcing him to look into his eyes, Patrick flashed his bloody fans at him. A deep animalistic growl rose out of his throat, Paul tried to turn his head away, and squeeze his eyes shut.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you. LOOK! AT! ME!” Patrick commanded, Paul reluctantly opened his eyes, his body shaking like a leaf, he was mumbling something like a plea, but it fell on deaf ears.
“Turn to Cameron, and tell her how amazing she is. Tell her how her body is fucking perfect, tell her she is the most beautiful Black woman you’ve ever lairs eyes on. Worship her as if your life depends on it.” Patrick turned Paul to Cameron who was laying on her back, naked, and bloody. She looked more like a wild Lion as she licked the blood off her skin, and picked her teeth. A bored expression on her face, she never cared too much about Paul Allen, he was boring.
“You–you're the most b–beautiful Black woman I’ve ever seen, the best body I’ve ever seen.” Paul cried, his bottom lip quivered, and snot dripped down his nose.
“Beg her, fucking beg her to spare you,” Patrick whispered in his ear, Paul flenched, he choked on his spit, but the tightening grip on the back of his neck encouraged him.
“Cameron…please, please, please don't kill me, I-I’m sorry, God please.” Paul pleaded between sniffles, and hiccups as he tried to hold back the tears best he could.
She put her hand up to her ear pretending to listen, a cackle fell from her lips, a cruel action at a time like this. “I don't think God is listening.” Then she launched forward, and pounced on top of him, ripping a chunk of his flesh from his neck. The scream died in Paul Allen's throat as he instantly died, and his warm blood sprayed all over her, and Patrick. At this point he just let her have it, he never intended to feed from Paul anyway. He took a step back, inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly. Sharing food with Cameron is always exhilarating, and intense. By the time she is done, Cameron is covered in blood. He tilted his head backward, back in the living room, he could hear people starting to leave, and drive away. Meadow was just starting up her fun, she's not as messy, but more so barbarous. She liked to decapitate her victims after she drains their blood, it’s something you never would have guessed looking at her. Patrick Bateman sure did have his hands full.
“You two better clean your shit up when you’re done.” He said walking away and into the bathroom to run a steaming hot shower. After a while, Meadow, and Cameron joined him. Eventually, they called the maids in to clean up the mess, compelled them to forget, and slept the day away.
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