Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,127

entirely cleansed.”

“More,” she agrees as she sits up and looks at me. Her gaze, while still hollow, draws me in and I have a feeling that she’ll let me destroy her body and soul.

“First, I want you to tell me a story,” I say thoughtfully. She doesn’t answer me with words, but her eyes seem to brighten slightly. “What happened to that?” I ask, nodding toward the bag.

“The devil spilled his seed inside of me,” she hisses before she presses a finger to her lips. Apparently, somewhere inside that muddled brain of hers, she thinks what she’s telling me really happened and it needs to be kept secret.

“Then it’s a good thing we found each other,” I say with a sly grin. “I won’t ask any more questions about it. I don’t want you to lose focus on what we’re here to do,” I continue as I get to my feet. I head over to retrieve the bag before I walk back to her and set it down in front of her. “But before I can fully cleanse and absolve you, perhaps you can try a little something together?”

Her hollow eyes shine a little brighter as she moves to her knees and folds her hands in front of her face. It’s not something I had intended on doing, but I plan on taking half of the money she makes tonight, so I’ll have to do my best to outperform her.

“Anything you desire, my lord,” she whispers as she licks her lower lip.

I crack my neck, reach into the bag and pull out the half-fetus, twisting and tugging on the damn thing until I finally pull off one of the arms.

She cringes instantly at the sound as tears begin to slide down her cheek. I guess she loves it more than I thought she did, but this isn’t a place of love. It’s a place of sin and degradation and I plan on making sure she never forgets the true face of her “god.”

I sit down in front of her and motion for her to scoot forward. Once we begin, I’ll have her arch her back so they can see her face. I toss the fetus aside and grin at Pally who’s watching me, her breaths becoming heavy in anticipation.

Leaning down, I push the small fist into her cunt and move it in and out of her rapidly. She immediately grabs her tits, squeezing them as she lets out a cry of anguish. But I can’t tell if it’s because she’s enjoying it, is mourning what’s left of her child, or in horror. Either way, I don’t give a fuck.

I pump it into her a few more times, then extract it and hold it to eye level. Should be slick enough, I reason to myself as I spread my legs a little wider. Reaching forward, I pry one of her hands away from her tits and place it on the small bicep.

“Nice and slow, little girl,” I instruct her as I lean back on my elbows. At first, she seems confused but when I grin at her, it clicks in her fucked up head what I want her to do.

I glance behind her at the screen, watching the comments I can’t quite make out. There are so many coming in quickly that the right side of the screen is going by in a white blur of lines.

I let out my breath in a whoosh as she begins to push the little fist against my asshole. This will be my first, and more than likely last, time getting fucked in the ass, but I know it will further break her already fucked up mind.

And if there is anyone else inhabiting these walls, I want to make sure that any goddamn story she tries to tell about what we did tonight sounds even crazier than she is.

I let out a breath and lean my head back once she’s managed to get the fist in. After I take a moment to compose myself to the feeling of having something in that orifice, I sit up as gently as I can and look her in the eyes.

“Now the other end goes in your hole, little girl,” I instruct evenly.

Another cascade of tears as the light starts to dim in her eyes, however, she shifts her body until the rest of the arm disappears into her bruised, little cunt.

“Start moving,” I snap at her.

It takes a moment for us to find a pace that we can