Lolanthe Heather

He is haunting my soul.

He is haunting my body.

He is haunting my mind.

He is everywhere.

At the walls.

Underneath the bed.

At the ceiling.

Through flowers.

I feel the wall is talking to me to scrape it off and find the source of the voice. The wall always tries to come closer towards me to protect me from some external uncontrollable forces.

The monster under my bed I feared in my childhood days is obsessed with me now. He wants to drag me by leg and pull down to his hell so that he can have me the way he want. Or take me, the way he want.

The Ghost at the ceiling I feared in my childhood days is obsessed with me now. He wants to blend with my soul and wants to feed on my soul. However , he is a famished ghost want to possess my body and eat me as whole.

The flowers. The lavender flowers I always love to keep it with me is now blooming all over me to bury me into a flower graveyard.

He says he wants to own me, ruin me and take me with him. He says he is here to take me with him into his hell.As I made his life a hell. However I couldn't discern him. Not even an inch. Because. He has no face. His face dark. Hollow pitched black. He wears a hood over his head that connects his long shrug which is at his knee length.

Oh and yes. He always carries a scythe in his left hand with him. Yes. Like a Grim Reaper. He is my grim Reaper.

When I go for showers , he is always there watching me. He leaves a message that he was there the entire time I was in the shower. He always leaves me a message. For instance," So pretty pussy, little Lavender. I can't wait to destroy it!" He leaves the message in the mirror inside the washroom travelling his index finger over the fog and sprinkled water to write it.

When I try to write a thesis about my patient who has no name or no identity, he interrupts by flashing a message board on the screen of my computer. For instance " Thinking about another man and writing a thesis about him , lavender? Looks like I should pound you into a mess unless your brains get fucked up by recalling only my dick inside you. "

When I try to give some pinch of gratitude to my landlord who has helped me to stay at this place for rent, by giving him chocolate cookies as my landlord loves chocolate cookies ,he interrupts me again with a message with a paper entangled in the cookie. For instance, " I don't like that man trying to be over protective towards you lavender. Send him cookies next time I will feed him rat poison. I will make him watch you being wrecked by my dick bouncing inside you ." I want to get rid of him.

But I couldnt. Because I have atleast him beside me.

And one day. Things went overembellished. " Dinner served the right way baby?"He curled his fingers around my throat and pressed the pad of his fingers to apply pressure to my wind pipe. My chest hoisted up and down. My trepidation gaze clamped over the plate displayed with the head of the man whom I met tonight for a blind date. The blood from the sliced part of the rear end of his chopped head was brimming over the plate and flowing down my dinning table. His eyes were right staring at me. His eyes were bulged out as that was his last reaction he ever emitted before his head was sliced off. His lips were not there. Only his teeth were seen. Nice and flashing.

His petrified eyes were perforating my soul making me curl into a worm who finds guilty of herself now for accepting his blind date. His eyes were still right at my face, may be his non resting soul will be watching me now ,how I am relishing the grim reaper almost choking me welcoming hot throbbing at my core.

" Who are you? why are you doing this?" I yelped. " Now thats a nice question. I am your grim reaper little lavender. I am here to take you, ruin you and own you. How could you not remember me baby?" His voice was deep and coarse that would make any woman to be weak and rattle their knees such that they would immerse it to the floor and devour the paradise in between his legs.

There is certainly something. No scratch it. Many things are wrong with me being a psychotherapist. " Such a gorgeous little dress , Lavender. Sliver coloured. Length upto mid thigh. low back. Low front neckline enough to show off your cleavage. And so thin fabric to show off your perfect round nipple." He curled his fingers of his free hand around the red candle. He didnt budge that the heat of the candle was blazing his rough skin at his fingers. " I didnt like his lips touching yours. Hence. .." He paused and dripped the hot candle wax on my cleavage. " Fuck." I fizzled. I curved my back pushing my ass cheeks against his solidified member who was about to explode out of his pant. " Hence. I tore off his lips with my bare fingers before cutting his head off. You know how I did that?" He dripped another drop of hot wax of the candle on my right bosom.

The heat blazed through my delicate skin sending temptation through the nerves of my nipple. " At first I clung my nail at the corner of his lips , since it stretched wide when he looked at your cleavage. And then I scraped the skin, dug my nail and voila..." He switched the candle to drop the hot wax to my other bosom. My nipples throbbed to be grabbed and groped and bruised by his hands. " I pulled off the lips. It was not easy though Little lavender. So I took a surgical scissors to scrape it off on whole. " " Now." He placed the candle over the table.

One snap moment, he propelled me to the table. My face landed on the table with cheeks compressed over the surface of it. "Dont you think.. " He uplifted my beaming bodycon dress above my ass cheeks. He slid down my thong that it pooled down to my ankles without causing any friction through my legs. " You need a reward for making him touch what was mine. " Cold air bristled my hot core intensively. However it didn't dry up my wetness for him.

" Get off me Psychopath!" I screeched. "Whoa baby. You are a therapist! And yet you dont know the basic manners that you are not supposed to call a psycho as a Psychopath that would make him go wild and mad. Huh? Don't you know that little Lavender?" He clasped my wrists into his one large hand and latched it behind my back at my tailbone.

"Do I have to screw up your university for not teaching you the basic behaviour manners while talking to the Psychotic?" My eyes lingered on the head of the man. I wonder what he did with his body. " Alright ! Let's sort it out later!"With his other free hand he took a massive spoon over the dinning table and scooped it over the chocolate ice cream to aggregate one scoop.

" So pretty bubble ass, I can't wait to make it into red like a plum." He slapped the spoon at my ass cheeks. My back curved again pushing my ass cheeks to his rock solid member. The cold ice cream thawed over my back driving glacial chills through my nerves.

He escorted the spoon to my slits. I mewled. He relished. He dabbed the large spoon at my core. A sinful moan slipped out of my mouth. He groaned as he was slowly gliding the spoon inside my slits. " Your moans! Your moans are making me forgive you amidst the things you did to hurt me and tear me apart, lavender. Do you know how it felt when I saw you in intimacy with other men? Like my heart was cut into bits and pieces. " My brain cells are contorted by his statement.

I don't even know this motherfucker's name and he is blurting out that I hurt him while he is the one doing it now. Physically. Nevertheless it was a temptation.

He grunted while he slackened his hold on my wrists and brought his hand to the base of my bosom. He slowly scooped his hand beneath my bosom which was compressed to the table. He slowly reached my nipple to deliver me a hard pinch. I seized the chance when my wrists were left unconfined by his hands. Within a split second, I placed my hands to the table and I drifted my upper body from the table only to trip my body backwards on him. I propelled him he stumbled back. I rolled off my thongs from my ankles and set my run outside the house.

I stepped outside to vanish myself into the tall grass that was several feet higher than a normal adult's stature. It was dark like a black hole. Once you enter through it, you would never know how you would make your way out. how am I going to run and reach for the fencing of these tall grass, so that I could jump over it and reach the road ?Maybe I should call my landlord?Well his house is just a few metres away from mine. But it seems he is sound and asleep that he didnt even hear anything happening at my house.

I sprinted my feet through the tall grass. My feet immersed into the dirt and the sludge it was arduous for me to lift my heels to keep one behind the other to commence a proper run. By the next step, My ankle came across something making me plummet on the ground on my stomach. " Why are you running little Lavender? When everything you seek for, lies within me?". Fucker leaped his leg to make me fall. How the hell did he reach me within seconds? Great.

He drifted over me and threw his scythe beside my head. He pressed his body over mine burying my face inside the sludge. The dirt sprinkled across my nose and my mouth. It was suffocating. " My gorgeous slut, why did you run ? You know if you run , I will chase you and hunt you down. " He sucked my ear lobe and clutched my hair at the crown of my head to help me remove my face from the ground.

I breathed in and out profusely as I was in subjection to suffocation. " Because I am a good chaser baby. " he pulled off something out of his pocket and slowly bristled it to my thighs. His hot breaths were blazing the arc of my neck and my shoulders. Holy God! Its a fucking knife. " Please dont kill me! please dont kill me please!" I beseeched and let out intermittent sobs. " Why would I kill you ? I want to torment you little lavender. " He scoffed. "Killing?" He laughed. " Wouldn't that be easy for you to get rid of me.?No. I am going to ruin you every way possible. since you are only mine baby." He slashed the knife in between my thighs. " Fuck!" I winced.

" Shss shh. " He hushed me. " I know deep down you would love to serve your body for me like a whore of mine baby. I mean look at the wetness drooling down and blending with your blood " He pressed his body against mine again. " The blood between your thighs " He took the knife and slashed it to my outer pussy lips horizontally. " No!" I screeched. The sliced blazing sensation welcomed my wetness for him. " Saying No !" he placed the sharp tip of the knife at the entrance. " But your pussy is behaving as a cascade down there lavender!Open your pussy. "

He slowly slid the tip of the knife inside making sure it didn't leave hard slashes as I opened my pussy for him. " huh? Where was I? What was I saying?" He asked me. " Stop it you psycho!" I yelled. " You better behave baby, or else I am putting this whole knife inside you. " He warned me. " The blood...." I cried. I sniffed. " The blood?" He asked. " The blood between my thighs." I finished off the sentence. " yeah. The blood between your thighs. " He pulled the tip and put it again inside slowly. My back curved.

" The blood between your thighs reminds me of the time I had you underneath me for the first time. I relished devouring and drinking your virgin blood baby." What the fuck? Thats not possible. He has definitely got the wrong girl. He pulled out the knife and again slowly glided the sharp tip inside leaving mildly slashing my pussy entrance.Yet my wetness for him was providing easy access for it to go slowly inside. He pulled the knife sharp tip out forcefully it left cut at my silk slits again.

I curved my back as the temptation was pulling every threads of orgasm inside me. Nope I am not gonna admit it to him. He mounted downwards to my asscheeks. He clutched his two hands on my ass cheeks. " Hips Up!" He ordered me. I lifted my hips for him wide opening my thighs . My ass right at his face. He clasped his mouth at my pussy and sucked on the slashes and cuts he made at my pussy outer walls. He pushed my ass simultaneously pushing my face down to the ground immersing my mouth and nose into the dirt. My moans escaped into the mud and the dirt.

My lungs congested suffocating for air to breathe. He flickered his tongue over my fresh cuts at my pussy outer lips. And sucked my blood blended with my wet slimy liquids. His sucks upholstered the cuts and slashes at my pussy that was stinging me like hell. The streaks of the cut at the entrance of my pussy was soothing by his mouth liquids serving as a lotion to it.

He clutched his wide opened mouth at the entire surface area of my pussy and engulfed it as a whole into my mouth. Oh God! This psychopath is eating out my pussy and going to digest it into his stomach. I am gonna die , my pussy being eaten by a man.

The flash news that would drop the next morning are going to question my dignity as a therapist. ' The psychotherapist Lolanthe Heather was found dead got eaten by a cannibal man. It was found her genital part was eaten by the cannibal man. ' Holy God.

That would be the flash news then. He pulled out the lips of my pussy in between his teeth scrapping the cut he gave me with his knife. " are you still with me lavender?" He brought his hand to my head and pulled me out of the dirt to breathe in and out.

He pushed my face again into the sludge and dirt making me wrestle for the air. I wonder how the worms inside the mud breathe when there is insufficient air inside it. My moans and groans escorted down into the dirts almost thundering the little worms who might have been having a sleepover with their families.

Eating my pussy out he uplifted my face again from the mud. He didnt give me enough time to breathe in and out before he gave me a strong slap at my ass cheeks. " You like it lavender? Choking for air by burying your face inside the dirt and mud while I am devouring your green lantern colored pussy?"

Wait. Did he say my pussy was green?The fuck. He definitely needs help. He placed his hand at my cheeks and pushed my face again into the dirt.

This time the dirt rushed into my nostrils and travelled down my nose. I belched. The dirt jumped the cliff off my windpipe to my oesophagus. I vomited the entire mud accompanying it with my bile juice. Yellow and brown. Perfect vomit. Maybe I should spit that on his face. Fucker would relish and devour it too. He flicked his tongue again on my pussy lips and drifted my face above the dirt. He mounted over me and then hooked his fingers at my dress and plunged it down to my abdomen. Perfectly naked in front of him.

" On fours now!" He commanded. I did. " Do you know why I am trying to put this spoon into your little pussy lavender?" He asked and placed one knife to stand erect on the ground right below my one bosom. He dug the knife handle into the ground and made it stand in such a way that its sharp wedge was standing straight pointing my dangling bosoms. He placed another knife right beneath my another bosom. My nipples were dangling and hovering over the sharp tip of the knife. " I demand an explanation Mr. Psycho! What do you want?" I pebbled my jaw and clamped my teeth together.

"He fed you the ice cream by this spoon. I totally detest that!" He pushed a whole large spoon into my slits stretching my pussy walls. " Oh God!" I screeched. My body moved upwards and my two nipples scrapped against the knives that he placed beneath my bosoms.

" God? Dont you dare to call him Lavender. You know we are not in good terms.Since I am your grim reaper. I won't allow him to come in our way. Because I am taking you with me."He pulled the entire spoon out and pushed it again with a jolt. " Remember one thing little lavender, when I make my appearance in front of your eyes, that means I came here defeating God. Meaning. He can't save you from me. He won't hear you if you call for him."Oh God! Each time he plunges the spoon in and out my two nipples is going to scrape off against the tip of the knives.

" God gave your soul to your body. While I am here to take both. I will slash it with my scythe and I will feed on it. I will never deliver your soul to an afterlife ,little lavender. Because. The only afterlife and prior life you have is ME. Your GRIM REAPER." I dont know if he is a human being or really the grim reaper came to take me with him. The only thing that strangle me with antagonization is when he says I was in intimacy with other men which is a lie.

He speaks as if I cheated on him. I am not even in a relationship with him. How am I supposed to cheat when I am not even in a proper relationship with him?May be he got the wrong girl. I had the most peaceful and tranquil life until one day this psychopath showed up into my life.

I was on my own for years. All I could remember when I turn back into my life was, I actually recovered from a terrible thing that happened to me which I dont want to recall anymore. Neither the doctors cared to explain it to me nor the therapist cared. An organisation helped me to pursue my career in psychopathology and attain the job of a psychotherapist who is now getting slowly obsessed with a psycho and his touches. Yes. Me.

After my eminent acquiring of my job, I was transient at one of the nurse's apartment. After her tragic death I was foraging for an affordable accommodation. Thats when I met the handsome man. My landlord. Yes.

My grim reaper hates him. He has a blended blonde and black hair combed back with slick gel that makes his hair stuck behind his ear. He wears alluring glasses concealing his massive spherical eyes. He has one lip piercing at the corner of his teeny weeny lips.And one piercing at his eyebrow.Oh and He is a farmer. Never knew a farmer would be so freaking handsome. He has an adorable son. He always comes in between our teleconversation when I try to call him for any kind of household help.I always give him the lavender flowers that this grim reaper always delivers me with a note. Since I don't want to throw them off , I thought it would be better to give it to his son. His son always asks about my thesis on my silent patient. Maybe he is into psychology just like me.

Psychopathology. That was the only interest that pestered my head over and over. Because. The name JEON JUNGKOOK was clung on my head. This name is disorganising my head. But I there is a reason behind it. His name made me claw on bizarre patients at the rehabilitation centre. That's when I met him.

The anonymous.

He detest light. He always stays in the dark. He never talks to anyone. But me. Initially I thought he was mute. Later, my studies over him let me know that he has psychogenic stuttering.

He always fiddles his thumb while he tries to talk to me. He always has boxing bandage wrap around his wrists that goes till his elbow. He never allows anyone to take it off from him.Not even I am allowed to touch it.

He doesn't allow anyone to touch him for any medical purpose. But me. He doesnt allow anyone to see him. But me. He came out of nowhere into the rehabilitation centre with no name and no address.

He was known as the anonymous.

My silent patient on whom I was working a thesis on.

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