9. Introducing the Monster

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INTRODUCING THE MONSTER

W hatever power is out there controlling me had no plans on showing me any mercy. The very next night, I encountered a man that fit my criteria to a ‘T', and he definitely had his eye on me while he was thinking about beating another woman. One who I would have to guess was the mother of his three beautiful children. Three girls under the age of seven who witnessed a man they love treat their mother like a punching bag.

I could read in his thoughts, what he really wants to do to the woman he married. If he could, he would take his time and the images of blood and the promise of screams and tears make him hard. He's thinking that if he can entice me to leave with him after work, that I can be his escape. The person who will take the edge off his depraved mind. And trap me, maybe use me as his pet. He could do what he wants to me, keep me alive for as long as possible, playing with my body in whatever way he chooses. This will halt his turbulent thoughts about murdering his wife, and therefore being saddled with three children that most likely would find a similar end to their mother's. I would be her substitute, in a way. At least until the next urge pushes through his barriers. Then, he'll have to make his next decision; go through with his undeniable urge to kill his wife and possibly his children, or find a new person to replace his wife.

This is gonna be fun. A test to see if the thing inside me is real and can follow my lead and not take over. An experiment on if I can let go of the soul or if Samael's creatures will snatch it from me.

The tall, dark-haired male is transfixed when I dance. He is frozen to his stool, cigarette hanging from between his long, calloused fingers. His blue eyes burn bright as he watches my every dip and swirl. Fancy clothes and a money clip overloaded with bills would not save this man from his sins. My enchantment had him hooked.

Not one moment passes that night without the man's eyes on me. I make sure he sees my interest as I tease his curiosity with sultry looks and well thought out hand placement on key points of my body. Trying to be sly, the dim lighting can't hide the excitement he's showing on his face.

I am the darkness. The creature you would expect to be hiding under your bed, but instead I lay with you under the sheets. Your soul is corrupt, your heart black, and your intentions wicked. I will cleanse you of your evil ways and send you straight to Hell. These are your final moments. You will marinate in the pain you have caused others, the emptiness you have forced them to bear.

My soul will be strengthened by the destruction of yours, while my body grows stronger with the absorption of your life force. And on your last breath, the ones you have wronged will feel lighter because of your absence from this world.

I see the fear grow in my conquest as he feels his life slip away, but his cock remains hard as I lower myself on top of him. Grinding myself against him to tease my clit. The knowledge that his inner voice is screaming makes me grind harder. The friction makes me want to come, but I know I need to wait until he reaches his pleasure and releases not only his seed but his deliciously wicked life force.