Chapter 15

Exiting the trailer, half-naked and exposed to the downpour, I feel the weight of the rain on my flushed skin as I dart around the trailer, my bare feet skimming over the sodden ground. With each step, the squelching mud, and sharp twigs tear at my feet, but I continue, driven by sheer desperation. The darkness of the woods engulfs me as I plunge deeper, my heart pounding in my chest with every cold breath and panic claws at my throat, knowing I have to escape him at all costs. Why did he have to hear that? What the fuck was he doing in my closet? This is the worst possible scenario, and his crazed demeanor showed me that there's no turning back now. He has officially cracked, and I am the prey he is hunting.

When I throw a glance over my shoulder, I spot his shadowy figure calmly trailing behind me, his blade glinting menacingly in the dim light, hood drawn over his head.

Suddenly, I lose my footing, crashing frontally to the ground with a thud. I ignore the mud soaking through my little clothing and scramble to my feet, pushing forward in a frenzied attempt to get away from him, even if deep down I know I won't outrun him, it's worth a fucking try.

In a bold move born of desperation, I stop and turn to face him, his glowing eyes piercing the darkness, almost like they're floating towards me as he closes in.

My heart races as I frantically search my surroundings until I spot a sturdy tree nearby and I dart behind its massive trunk. I begin to climb, my fingers and toes struggling to find grip on the slick bark, but despite the difficulty, I refuse to give up, inching closer to the branch above.

Just as I reach for it, I hear the sounds of him getting closer, his heavy boots crunching over the undergrowth, but with a final burst of adrenaline, I hoist myself onto the limb while feeling the wind of his grab strike my leg. I scramble to safety just in time with a terrified squeak escaping me.

I balance upright on the branch and gaze down at him, my heart pounding in my chest as fear courses through my veins. His face, streaked with rain and paint, exudes a haunting aura that sends a shiver through me.

For a moment, we lock eyes in a tense standoff, the weight of unspoken threats hanging between us. Then, breaking the silence, he makes a gesture with his fingers. "Come on down, Noir. I'm going to show you what Hell looks like," he taunts.

I give a defiant shake of my head, lowering myself into a crouched position on the branch, fixing him with a glare that dares him to come closer.

"Just leave me alone, Hell. We agreed you would!" I yell, my voice quivering from the cold.

His eyes glint with wickedness as he tilts his head down slightly, shadowing his face beneath his hood as he responds.

"You either come the fuck down, or I'll climb up and—" his voice trails off, leaving the threat in the air like a dark cloud and he positions the knife's tip against the rough trunk, dragging the blade along the surface as he carefully circles the tree, chanting a twisted melody of his own creation.

"Noir and Hell, fucking in a tree. F-U-C-K-I-N-G," he jeers, his lips curling into a malevolent smirk.

My eyes roll with frustration, my jaw set tight, the urgency to escape him pulsing through my veins. Without thinking clearly, I wait and as soon as he comes into view, rounding the corner, I swiftly drop down, my hands instinctively latching onto the branch. With a forceful swing of my legs, my feet collide with his strong chest, the impact momentarily stunning him, causing him to take a step backwards. Yet, he is still unaffected, and he quickly snatches my ankle, his grip brutal and strong. I frantically shake my leg, desperately clinging on, my fingers slipping against the soaked wood.

A sinister grin spreads across his face before he suddenly yanks me down, sending me crashing to the ground with a resounding thud and pain shoots through my back, knocking the wind out of my lungs.

I groan from the impact as I struggle to gather my senses, but before I can even understand what the fuck is going on, I can feel myself being dragged across the muddy earth. My eyes expand in terror, my hands clawing at the dirt, grasping for anything.

"Hell!" I yell, my voice a desperate plea, the syllable trembling with urgency.

Debris from the forest floor clings to my body as I am mercilessly pulled, my attempts to stop him are only met with his calm strides. As I hyperventilate with fear, I start thrashing and kicking out in a frenzied attempt to break free, but he stays unbothered, his gaze fixed forward as he continues his hallowing pursuit.

"Silly, silly little Dolly," he mocks, his voice drenched with darkness. "Did you really think you could outrun your fate?"

Suddenly, we emerge from a clearing in the forest, the ground beneath me transforming from mud to grass. Above me the trees thin out, allowing the full force of the rain to drench me and wash away some of the muck on my cold skin.

Hell, finally stops, turning to face me while maintaining his firm grip on my leg. He pulls back his hood, his vortex eyes scanning the length of my body, his head tilted to one side.

"But you don't want me?" he breathes out against the crisp air.

I sigh and face aside, now knowing he definitely heard me moan his name, but from the corner of my eye, I notice him reaching into his pocket. When he pulls out my black dildo, my attention snaps back to him.

He examines it curiously, his eyes tracing the length of the similar shape as he speaks, his tone dripping with twisted amusement, "I heard you, Dolly. You were imagining me drilling into your asshole." My lips press into a thin line as he continues. "But this little thing is nothing like my fucking dick. Maybe double its size and add thirteen piercings."

My jaw drops, my eyes widening at his confession before I screw my face up, not believing a word of it, "Yeah right." I scoff.

His eyes snap to mine, expressionless and cold, making me wonder if he's telling the truth. Without warning, he drops my leg, leans over, and swiftly grasps my wrist, yanking me to my feet. My front crashes into his, but I twist, trying to run, yet I barely get a step away before he grabs my hair, jerking me back.

Pain shoots through my scalp as he forces me to face him, my body pressed against his, treating me like his little toy. He keeps a firm grip, and I clutch the lapels of his leather jacket, trying to steady myself and regain control.

"Dirty slut. You can't even take plastic dick in your fucking ass, let alone my monster cock screwing you." He pulls my hair back further, his mouth inches from mine. "Don't make me show you how soulless I can really be, Noir," he snarls, his breath hot and quivering over my lips, teetering on the edge of losing control.

I swallow hard before I respond, my entire body trembling from sheer coldness and panic, "I didn't say your name, Hell." I protest.

He now hisses viciously against my lips, his teeth exposed with frustration, "No, you fucking screamed it, pretty girl. You screamed it and almost fucking came."

He licks his tongue from my chin to my lips, tasting me before whispering, "Do you want your ass fucked Noir? How bad are you still throbbing?"

I struggle to get air into my lungs, lost for words, rain falling on my face, the entire situation rendering me stiff. With an untamed growl, he suddenly yanks my hair downward, forcing me onto my knees in front of him.

"Get on your fucking knees and suck me," he commands, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

As they sink into the sludgy grass, he drops my dildo to the ground and my face paint starts to sting my eyes, the colours smudging from the tears welling up. I gaze up at him, trying to keep my composure under his intense stare. They bore into mine as he swiftly unbuckles his belt with his free hand, the metallic clink of the buckle and chain echoing in the damp night air.

"Let's see just how much of my cock you can take down that slutty throat," his words are laced with dark desire.

While having me bound, he releases one end of his chain from his jeans before securing it tightly around my throat and with a harsh tug that pinches my skin, he wraps it around his fist, making sure I cannot escape him. He then, drags his zipper down, and I don't find myself saying no. The word crawls up my throat, begging to be released, but it doesn't come. Instead, I wait with anticipation and dread swirling inside me, a confusing state of mind, but kind of curious to see if he is telling the truth about his size and piercings.

He buries his hand into his black boxers before finally flopping his dick out and my eyes immediately lock onto it.

Holy fucking shit. He was not lying.

His cock is impressive and thick. The veins that ripple down his length pop out from how hard he is, a clear sight of his arousal for me, but it's the piercings that truly catch my attention. A ladder of gleaming metal studs runs up the underside and top of his shaft, each one catching the light in a way that makes my breath hitch.

He begins to stroke himself slowly, the skin pulling back to reveal two silver balls that go straight through the tip. They glisten with a mix of pre-cum, and I can't help but feel my mouth water involuntarily. This man is not only gifted in length and girth, clearly blessed by Satan, but he decided to weaponize this snake as well? The sheer fucking audacity is shocking.

When he smacks it against my lips, the weight and force almost split them open and I flinch, snapping out of my trance. He runs the tip over my lips and his slickness coats them, a demand dangling in the air, urging me to take him in.

"Part those plump lips for me, Dolly," he orders, his tone carrying hunger, "Let me skull fuck you before I force them open and do it anyway."

A furrow forms between my brows as I contemplate how the hell he plans to force my lips apart. I shake my head frantically, but before I can challenge him with words, he shoves himself inside, his piercings clinking against my teeth and catching me off guard.

He drives in, plunging to the back of my throat instantly with one swift stroke, stretching my mouth to its absolute limit. I instinctively clutch at his wet jeans, attempting to regain my composure as he seizes my hair with both gloved hands, anchoring me as he keeps his dick lodged in the back of my throat.

My stomach heaves, threatening to rebel as I choke repeatedly. Tears blur my vision, rushing down my cheeks with each blink and he closes his eyes with a twisted sense of satisfaction as he growls above me, "So beautiful when you shed tears for me." He peers down at me once more through darkened eyes, continuing his torment, his voice breathless yet intense, "Cry, cry, cry, pretty girl. Show me how much you despise being degraded by me. Let me see how much you fucking hate me for stuffing my cock down your throat." He does not stop, his sadistic delight clear as my tonsils contract with each gag.

Finally, he withdraws slowly, granting a brief respite as his piercings trail along my tongue and the roof of my mouth, offering a fleeting chance to draw some oxygen into my lungs.

But the reprieve is short-lived.

As soon as he reaches the tip, he dives back into my throat with force. His aggressive thrusts show no mercy as if he aims to fit his entire cock down it. It's an almost useless task, his size making it physically impossible, yet he persists undeterred.

"You will learn to swallow every fucking inch of me, Noir," he dictates, his tone seething with dominance. "Every snug little hole you have will be reshaped to take all of me and only me."

His gloved hands flatten on the back of my head, holding me in place as he begins to brutally fuck my face. Each ram is harsh, smashing into my windpipe with unrelenting power. I've never experienced such ferocity, feeling like I might pass out from the intensity.

My vision starts to black out, my jaw aching, as if it might shatter. Saliva fills my stretched mouth, dribbling down my chin as tears pour from my eyes and I try to draw back, my fists curling tight against his thighs, but he keeps me firmly in place, showing no compassion toward me and offering no leniency.

After some time, his breathing grows heavier above me, his cock swelling with each passing second until, finally, he pulls out with a swift motion, yanking my hair back with one hand.

Gasping for air, he jerks his cock off and releases his cum over my face, the thick liquid warming and coating my cold skin. I watch through blurred vision as his eyes close momentarily, a slight sway in his posture as satisfaction passes over him before he refocuses, staring down at me once again.

As he looks at me expressionlessly, he rubs the tip of his dick over my tingling, swollen lips, a cruel reminder of his dominance and my submission. We both breathe heavily, the tension crackling in the air between us and with one hand, he releases my hair, while the other moves to my face. "Look at you, covered in my cum like my pretty little fucking whore," he smirks wickedly and with his gloved fingers, he smears his juices over my skin.

"Stick your tongue out, Dolly," he commands, and I hesitantly obey, feeling exposed and vulnerable, knowing he knows how to force mouths open. "Wider." I push my tongue out further, opening my mouth wide.

He growls in satisfaction at my obedience before gathering spit, allowing it to fall from his lips in a gleaming string until it hits my tongue. Again and again, he repeats the disgusting act until my tongue feels coated with his saliva, each drop feeling like a mark of his control over me.

Then, leaning down, he orders, "Swallow my fucking spit." I lock onto his glowing gaze as I reluctantly draw my spit-filled tongue into my mouth and swallow it down, feeling a wave of degradation wash over me.

"Such a good slut," his teeth tighten on my lips. "Good sluts get what they want. Your turn."

As his lips crush against mine, he releases his chain and tugs on my hair, pulling me to my feet. With his arm wrapped tightly around the bottom of my back, he holds me close, his heat a stark contrast to my numb body, and I am almost tempted to cuddle into him. Tremors course through me as the cold seeps into my bones when suddenly, the metallic rasp of his knife slicing through the air cuts through the silence, causing me to freeze.

With a quick action, he swings his arm, hurling the blade, and I turn my head, stunned as it embeds itself deeply into a nearby tree trunk. Confused, I lift my wide eyes to meet his and they roam over my tear-stained face. With strange gentleness, he moves the damp strands of hair clinging to my skin.

Then, he seizes my face, his grip firm on my jaw, his expression taut with frustration, "Ride it." His voice cuts through the air like a lash, his eyes burning with intensity.

My eyes expand further, but before I can protest further, he presses his lips against mine, his kiss aggressive, his tongue intertwining with mine. As he guides me backward, each step feels like a surrender to his will, his touch igniting a fire within me despite wanting to stop him.

"Bounce all over it with your tight asshole," he murmurs with a hostile tone over my lips. "Stretch it the fuck out and take it as deep as you can."

He pushes my face with sudden force, and I stumble backward over the slick ground beneath my bare feet. Once I find my balance, I continue to walk backward, but with predatory strides, he follows me. Taking the opportunity, I whirl around trying to flee, but his grip on my panties yanks me back before I am slammed frontally against the tree. His hand clamps down on the back of my neck, my cheek pressed hard against the sharp bark.

My breath comes in heavy gasps, my heart pounding fiercely against my ribcage, threatening to break free and from the corner of my eye, I see him biting the tip of his finger, pulling off the leather glove before it drops to the ground with a soft thump.

"You keep being a fucking brat, Noir. You keep fighting what we have, and trust me, I like it. But if you don't start doing as you're fucking told, I'm gonna do extremely unforgiving things to you. I am being tame right now," he growls.

With a bold move, his hand lowers between my thighs from behind, roughly, and possessively, his fingers move over the fabric covering my pussy, aiming to feel every part of me.

My body tenses at the intrusiveness, a strange mixture of terror and arousal coursing through me, but despite my initial resistance, I find myself yielding to his touch, my legs gradually relaxing as I push my ass back, granting him better access.

He forcefully snaps the string of my panties wedged between my ass cheeks, tearing them apart and without hesitation, he shoves his two long, cold fingers deep into my pussy, his silver rings scraping along my walls, stretching me with one brutal thrust. I scream, rising onto my tiptoes from the sudden invasion, but he yanks my hair back, his snarl a clear warning to take it, before he aggressively bangs his fingers into me repeatedly.

Twisting and curling them, he coils them deeper, trying to loosen my pussy, causing my legs to shake. The intense feeling ignites a raw desire within me, and my cries escalate, a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure.

"Such a tight little cunt. I would love to force my entire fucking hand inside you," he growls through clenched teeth against my ear with raw desire, "Stretch you out so you can take every inch of my cock with ease."

His dirty mouth sets my veins ablaze, and I can feel my climax building inside me at an alarming rate, a rapid sensation I have never experienced before.

As soon as he starts ripping his fingers out of me, scraping the tips down my walls before plunging them back inside again, I cry out, my orgasm slamming into me like a tsunami and my come rushes down my legs and his hand, warm and slick.

While my body convulses, he slides his fingers back inside me one last time, desiring to feel my pussy contract around them until I come down from euphoria.

With my eyes closed, trying to catch my breath, his thumb presses down on my puckered hole and the rumble in his chest indicates that he is still going to force me to fuck his knife.

He suddenly pulls his fingers out of me, smearing my come over my asshole before tightening his grip on my neck, demanding me to manoeuvre. On trembling legs, I reluctantly follow his lead around the tree until he turns me, and I feel the cold handle of his knife, aiming at a slight upward angle against my ass.

Bringing his face is close to mine, his eyes are feral as they search my heavy-lidded gaze. Leaning down, he grabs my ass cheeks, splitting them wide apart and I cling to his soaked leather jacket, my fingers digging into the wet material as he pushes his body against mine, making me take his knife.

I shift slightly, ensuring the handle is centred to avoid it slipping into my pussy or cutting me. With every movement, it slowly enters me, it's cold, firm surface an unnatural intrusion and my brows pinch together, my mouth dropping open at the same time as a gasp escapes. The shape is odd, completely out of place inside me, but he continues steadily, stretching me as each engraved ridge of the handle immerses and glides down my forbidden walls.

As soon as I feel the edge of the cold steel blade, I push against his chest, stopping him and I take a moment, trying to adjust to the strange sensation, but his hands tighten on my ass, his fingers digging into the flesh, taking power, giving me little time to get used to it.

Suddenly, he slides me all the way up to the tip and forcefully pushes me back down again, almost reaching the blade.

"I said, fucking all of it," he growls.

The feeling elicits a shamefully, loud moan against his lips, beyond my control and his grip moves to my hips, becoming firmer, guiding my thrusts to become more erratic and aggressive. His eyes scan my face, absorbing my heavy gaze and parted lips. The further I lose myself in his swirling eyes, the more I find myself surrendering to him and with shaky hands, I lower them, slipping my fingertips beneath his wet, black tank that clings to his skin. Hesitantly, I lay my palms on his hard abs, unable to stop myself. I need to feel him. I need to touch his incredible body, despite knowing this is so wrong. The strong muscles beneath my fingertips ripple with each movement, solid and tight.

"You're touching me, Dolly."

Lost in my insanity of lust, my eyes are so dazed they close. "Fuck, I know," I gasp out with a breathless whisper. "I don't want to, but I can't help it."

I move my hands up further, skimming over his pecs, feeling the hard lines of his muscles and his nipple piercing slides over my palm, the cool metal contrasting against the heat radiating from his skin, causing me to shiver.

His grip on my hips tighten as he pulls me closer. "I know you fucking can't. You're mine, pretty girl, and there's no turning back for you. For us." I shudder at his words, the weight of them sinking into my veins.

My hands continue to explore his tattooed body, tracing every contour and despite the handle still inside me, the discomfort mingles with an undeniable pleasure, making me crave so much more. I arch against him, surrendering to the storm of emotions that are taking over me, knowing there's no escape from this dark, irresistible connection.

As one of his hands snakes up the front of my body, he captures my lips, and I accept, our tongues merge in a feral and devouring kiss. When he has a firm hold on my breast, squeezing brutally, I hiss against his lips.

Once he realizes he no longer needs to control me since I am fucking his knife of my own free will, his other hand slips into the waistband of my ripped panties. The tips of his fingers instantly press through my pussy lips, finding my sensitive clit.

He rubs me out forcefully, heightening my pleasure, and I once again feel my peak approaching. The intensity of his touch is overwhelming, and my moans grow louder, blending with the primal sounds escaping him as our kiss deepens.

"Oh yes, just like that. I am so fucking close, Hell. Don't stop." I groan, letting him hear the words he undoubtedly wants to hear, but with a vicious snarl against my lips, he suddenly plunges three fingers into my soaked hole without warning.

I let out a loud cry, not caring who hears and his other hand clings to the back of my thigh, lifting it to his hip, allowing him to delve even deeper into my dripping pussy. Now with both of my holes filled, I know it will be everything I need to be pushed over the edge.

As we kiss wildly, I fuck his fingers and the knife with desperate, animalistic bounces and the intensity builds rapidly, my body trembling with the effort. Feeling my climax peaking inside me like a ticking time bomb about to detonate, my breaths become ragged and frantic against his lips. My eyes roll back, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

"Fuck, I'm going to come!," I scream out.

With a sudden, vice-like grip on my throat, he wrenches me forward, the knife tearing out of my ass with a brutal tug. I stumble, his strength propelling me until I crash onto my hands and knees on the sodden ground below.

His hand presses on my back, forcing me face down as he kneels behind me. The sharp sting of the knife's handle pierces my violated ass once more, eliciting a cry from my lips as he thrusts it deep inside me. Simultaneously, he drives all three of fingers back into my wet pussy, the attack unstoppable and wild, like a crazed beast unleashed.

As he begins fucking both my holes once again with unbearable force, my thighs shake, but despite the ferocity of his sickening assault, his control works. Within moments, pleasure explodes within me like a violent tempest, my fingers claw at the mud, a cry ripping from my throat, reverberating into the darkness of the silent forest.

In the midst of my orgasm, he swiftly withdraws his fingers and the knife, only to spread me wide apart with his fingers and thumbs, his face diving into my dripping pussy. His tongue lashes out with a predatory hunger, ravaging my pulsating core with fierce strength.

With each untamed moan that leaves me, he heightens the ecstasy, his piercing teasing, and tormenting with expert precision. His movements are ruthless as he feasts on me with a growl before his tongue flattens against my swollen flesh before sliding upward to my asshole, collecting my come, where he continues to eat.

He forces his thick tongue so deep into each of my openings, stretching and desperate to taste my inner walls, that I can feel his piercing inside of me. My eyes drift shut, starting to see spots forming behind my eyelids, seeking refuge as I try to steady my erratic breaths, allowing him to do whatever he wants to me since I am absolutely immobile.

After what seems like hours of his unrelenting gnawing on my holes, unable to get enough of the taste of me, he withdraws, the absence of his touch leaving me feeling oddly deprived and needing for more already.

A sharp smack against the side of my ass with his big hand jolts me out of my hazy state, eliciting a wince of pain from my lips. He leans over, his fingers tangling in my wet hair as he pulls me upright, my exhausted body collapsing against his solid chest.

With my head resting on his shoulder, I feel his warm breath ghosting over my skin as he trails his nose slowly along the curve of my neck, sending shivers cascading down my spine. His hands roam upward at the same time, skimming over the contours of the front of my body until he pushes them firmly over the swells of my breasts. He toys with my pierced nipples, latching them between his fingers before pulling until he cannot tug anymore.

A low, primal growl vibrates from his torso as his teeth graze my jaw, igniting a whirlwind of feelings within me, feelings I struggle to understand but cannot deny.

When he speaks into my ear, I am still in a stupor, but my eyes gently open. "I want to take you home with me and use you as my little fucking toy all night, but Hellion will be unleashed on you on Dark Night, Dolly."

His warning sends a chill through me and as I ponder the unsettling truth, the difference between Hell and Hellion becomes clear. Hell, for all his brutality, yet he still possesses a twisted form of passion, a dark allure that draws me in despite the danger, such as in this moment, but Hellion... There is something sinister lurking beneath the surface. In the wake of Hell's intoxicating dominance, the thought of facing his character leaves me worried and confused.

After touching me as much as he can while I am in my tired, freezing-cold state, I feel him shrug off his leather jacket before placing it over me, in an attempt to keep me warm. When he shifts, he scoops me up in his arms, effortlessly and before I know it, he is carrying me back to my trailer.