I SWEAR TO GOD I NEED GOVERNMENT HOOKER SPOILERS!😭
Hello!💕
First of all, I'm really sorry to those of you who are waiting for an update on this series. I'll try to edit the new chapter within a day or two.
Here's a short teaser, but please note that it's pretty Dead Dove: Do Not Eat content (including pretty degrading smut elements), so if you don't like such stuff, please don't interact.
Grinding against his pelvis, you used him like a soulless silicone sex toy as he lay motionless, not even blinking, while your tight cunt sought to extract the last vestiges of life from him, as if he weren't already lifeless.
"A-ah, holy fuck, you feel incredible, baby," you murmured under your shaky breath, completely intoxicated by desire and unashamed of it. "Too bad you can't move, huh?"
You leaned down to his lips and traced your wet tongue along them, gazing into his vacant eyes. His rugged dick pulsed inside you, its tip brushing against your cervix each time you bucked your hips against his.
It was an absolute nightmare.
And Bateman couldn't determine which was worse: being helpless or being used in such a manner without the opportunity to retaliate with the same cruelty. Likely, both scenarios were equally fucked up. However, there was no time to dwell on that, as you were poised to consume him until nothing remained.
Not even a trace.
With a firm grip on his jaw, you lowered yourself to the jagged cut on his neck to drink his blood. Was he still bleeding, or had you merely torn his throat apart with your sharp yet beautiful teeth?
"Uhhh, can't talk? Can't even hold your stupid head up properly," you hissed into his ear, gripping a handful of his disheveled hair to force him to meet your gaze, his warm blood trickling down your curled lips. "Maybe it's because I gave you a lethal dose of vecuronium? Or maybe I just severed your fucking tongue and joints to ensure you couldn't escape...or open your fucking mouth!"
A bright, almost blinding light pierced through Patrick's blurred vision. He couldn't comprehend why, but he suddenly became acutely aware of everything around him. He felt every minute sensation, beginning with the gash on his throat and culminating with the tightness enveloping him, drowning him in with relentless intensity. His mind threatened to unravel from the overwhelming array of sensations, as if it were swarming with countless tiny insects.
The man wanted to scream, but he couldn't. Without blinking, he understood that he was unable to, yet his body refused to accept this reality. And then, he began to realize that this was worse than death, especially when you dismounted and rolled him onto his stomach like a broken doll with missing limbs. Suffocated, Bateman desperately tried to close his eyes, to black out, to vanish into nothingness—he was willing to do anything to make the pain stop.
telling Alexa to play Lady Gaga, and she starts with the all the more normal, country inspired songs when The Fame Monster exists and is one of her best damn albums
