From the Darkness

Lena revelation

My stomach starts growling then, as if to bring me out of my hysteria, I look back in the mirror and there he is again. He reaches out to touch me and then I'm falling. Falling and spiraling into the darkness, until suddenly I'm back in the same room seeing myself and the drummer. As if I'm replaying the events, we busted through the door, a tangle of leather and bodies. I watch as he throws me on the bed. Rushing to strip himself, first his shirt, leather biker boots, and then he pulls free a glorious c**k.

Next he's tearing at my clothes, granted all I had on was a few strips of lace and leather, he skillfully tears from my wanton body. Hand coming around my throat as his mouth finds my n****e, teasing, nipping, sucking. Poor bastard doesn't realize I like it rough. So I help him out, a hard slap across his face and the look in his glacial blue eyes grows feral. Suddenly the grip around my throat tightens as he moves deeper between my thighs, his throbbing, hot c**k hesitating only a moment before thrusting so f*****g violently and deliciously deep into the sweet slick folds of my tight little cunt. A hiss escapes his lips "so f*****g tight, gods" he then begins to pump faster, pounding my warm wet p***y as if it's the first and last he'll ever have.

Unfortunate how true that thought rings. I see my back arch, he loosens his grip on my throat and moves a hand to my hair pulling it back so I'm looking into his ravenous eyes as he's f*****g me. "Tell me it's mine you dirty little w***e". Something snaps... the word... WHORE... I hate it, the implications, I flip him over, he's stunned. "What the?!" I slap him again as I slide down onto his pulsing hard c**k. Confused about his sudden loss of control I bounce, up and down, up and down, making sure he can see his c**k pump in and out of me, the slick juices running down his shaft, fwuiq fwuiq fwuiq noises like stirring extra creamy Mac n cheese.

"Dirty little w***e ride this d**k". He did it again, that word.. next thing I know I see my hands clasp around his throat. I continue to bounce, up and down, but my grip is tightening. He's surprised but I can feel his arousal, for a moment I think I can see it like a swirling yellow sparking and crackling around him. He thrusts upward, harder faster, harder as I squeeze even more, suddenly he roars as I feel his release. Pathetic I think, hands this tight around his neck.

A shock wave seems to shoot out in all directions coming from me. In that moment I see myself change, and then his neck snap. I collapse and suddenly I'm swooshing through the darkness again as if pulled back to the present. The drummer is looking expectantly at me, I'm shocked, unable to move, to comprehend what just happened or the fact that I took his life. He reaches for me once more. I shrink back, "f**k" I turn once more to the mirror, just as he touches me and it's like an explosion of colors and then it's as if he's sucked into myself. Gods help me, why me?