Y/N Thornstone

Warning⚠️ Gore scenes and smut in gore scene ahead. Please only read you are comfortable with it.

Blood.

That's not gross to me. Rather. It was an engross.

Tainting myself into the fresh scarlet vital fluid was the only thing I wanted to covet.

The scream of every man, every woman while I slit open their back was a good tempo to my ears. However, the splattering of their blood at my face and hands are more gratifying.

When I try to locate my next victim , there is always something creeping at my back nudging and signalling me to pick the next victim.And yeah picking the next victim without them being cautious is a thrill.

They would never know who is next. I dont follow any stupendous pattern leaving the cops into knots of perplexes. I dont give a fuck to them.

All I want is blood over me. Blood around me.Blood flowing towards me.

I relished watching my victims lay dead immersed in their blood. I relished their lifeless blood soaked body being collected by the coroners.

Until. Until. He came by.

The demon.

He keeps showing up his face either at my workplace or at my home. 

Either under my bed or inside my closet.

Either behind the curtains or outside the window.

Either between my legs or between my ass cheeks.

Either in between my boobs or between my waist curves.

Sometimes I find him pounding inside me while I am asleep after a hard day of slicing my victims with a butcher knife.

The only time he doesnt show up is when I have shove food into my mouth. Any food gets rotten into the darkest form when he appears. The flowers in my garden doesnt bloom when he appears. They get dried and dusted when he set his feet near them. The leaves would blaze and turn down into ashes when he is at its circumference. The cloud darkens and the sky turns pitch black at the place where he immerses his feet.

Well, that would be the best way for me to locate his ass. No need for GPS though. His aura kills anything that is unblemished and undefiled.

He is a demon who never allows humans to prevail in this world. Well, humans don't deserve this world.

The cops always found dead bodies of my victim that petrified the entire town. I totally relished it.

Until. When he showed up. The dead bodies were not found. They went missing.

Before he showed up, the news would pop saying ' man was dead, spinal cord missing.' But now.After he showed up, my victims bodies went missing.

No one knew what happened to them.No one would talk that their spinal cord is missing. Maybe this demon might be feeding on them. Was that the reason he is clung to me? Was that the reason he kept following me everywhere so that he could feed on my victims?

" Do you have instant noodles?" I gestured to him the action of eating noodles with a fork. " I am starving man! What do you have huh?" The man crept wiggling and squirming his feet and hands.

" Alright let me just dive into the kitchen. " I stood up from the sofa. The man wheezed through the plastic cover I wrapped around his face.

" Oh, do you find it difficult to breathe? " I questioned him crossing my arms at my chest. He squirmed his whole body again while his hands were tied at the back and feet were tied together. Oh the view was so perfect to see him struggling to breath and crawling like a creeper on the wooden floor.

" Its ok , it will be over soon. I just need your spinal cord. " I clicked my tongue. He crawled again towards the foot of the table such that the contents on it plummeted down to the floor. The glasses shattered into bits and pieces.

" Dude , you think you can grab one of those pieces and cut the rope to escape me?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

" Try me!" I inclined my face towards him while the plastic cover shifted its shape into a swelling balloon and flat balloon according to the rhythm of his breathing.

" I will snatch the spinal cord while you are still alive. Don't fucking test me!" I leaned back and marched towards his kitchen.

I flung open the refrigerator door to eat anything or something this man has stocked in it. My eyes fell on the bottle of milk and my fingers found its neck to grasp it , to pool down my throat to reach my stomach. I set my lips at the rim of the bottle and was about to tilt the bottle. I halted as the rancid odour struck my nose. Its spoiled.

He is here. I sprinted my feet to the living room where I left the man wrapped in a plastic bag with hands and legs tied.

" Son of a bitch!" I yelled. The man was lying on his stomach with his back slit open , while the flesh and tissues torn apart from his back with an elongated hollow slit and the spinal cord was not there.

It is missing.

Its him.

" Looking for something, little mantis?" An elongated strong arm concaved my waistline locking my two hands down to my abdomen.  His deep coarse voice bugged my ears.

" Stop stalking me! you don't know what ..."

" I know baby! You are the spine collector who is terrifying the entire town. " He gnawed at my earlobes and rolled out his sharp wedged tongue alike a knife,at the pith of my ears driving adrenaline to rush through my entire body.

"Give me the fucking spinal cord of that man right now !" I pressed my back on him propelling him towards the mirror on the wall. His body thumped on the mirror and cracked into several pieces. It didn't trip down to the floor. He aggregated the bits and pieces of the mirror from his back in his palm and threw them on the table beside us.

" I love it when you wear all pitch black. " He slid out the butcher knife. Nope. Scrape that. My butcher knife from his waistband at his back. He flipped it in the air and held it in his hand.

" But now, I want them off of your body, down to the floor. " He slipped the butcher knife into my black wedding gown that I wear when I visit my next victim to collect his spinal cord.

He slid the knife through its slit and reached its neck line. He drew the butcher knife from my neckline to my thighs with a single stroke slackening his hold around my hips gently for the butcher knife to drive smoothly ripping my gown into pieces.

" So fucking gorgeous!" He scrolled out his sharp wedged tongue and sliced the arc of my neck letting it bleed. I winced. He hooked the butcher knife at the strap of my bra and chopped it off making my two bosoms to sag from it. A cold gentle gale fondled my bosoms while he pressed his gigantic clothed dick against the partition of my ass cheeks.

By next snap moment I was flung on the table that contained the broken mirror teeny weeny pieces over it.

Before my bosoms made contact with it he placed his two palms on my two bosoms perfectly covering it from getting sliced off by the teeny weeny pieces .

" The only thing that is allowed to slice up your skin is my sharp tongue." He drifted above me and brought his tongue again to the arc of my neck.

"Dont worry my tongue will get its residence inside your pussy too " He clung his teeth at my sliced skin of neck.He sucked the sliced wound he just delivered me.

" Your skin , your blood, your bones are mine, little mantis. Only I am allowed to slice your skin. Only I am allowed to taint your blood over my soul. Only I am allowed to sew your bones with mine. "

I let out an unholy loud moan when he sucked my blood from the wound. He uplifted my upper body from and set it in an inclined position while his upper body was still pinned on my back. 

He picked an inch size of the mirror piece and dragged it to my pussy. The wetness from my core swirled. He made the way of the mirror piece to my abdomen and slowly reached my right nipple. I set my nape on his chest, crescenting my back and pushing my ass towards his gigantic dick.

" Tell me, why did you touch that book baby?" He stuck the sharp end of the mirror piece right at my nipple and it stood erect at my bosom while blood started to dribble down reaching my abdomen . He curled his middle finger mopping off the blood from my abdomen to my bosom. He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it.

He grunted. " mmmmm...Your blood. Its a fucking addiction for me! So fucking succulent!" He picked another piece of the broken mirror and stuck it to my nipple. This time, without a trace of caution.

" Motherfucker! it hurts!" I bestowed my curses. " Well, dont you like it when I hurt you , little mantis?" He drew his finger at the dripping blood from my nipple and sucked it again.

"Are you a blood sucking insect? stop feeding on my blood!" I growled at him while my hands were clutching on his thighs. Blatantly.

" Don't insult a Demon baby! You know you will be punished so hard with my dick that your pussy will rip apart!" He clutched another piece of the broken mirror and planted it on my right bosom. Above my nipple.

" What are you doing, Taehyung?" I asked him softly swallowing down my temptation strangling at my throat.

" I never loved my name so much until you called it, little mantis." He picked another one and placed its sharp edge next to the one planted before. My chest elevated up and down as my breaths were striking at a swift pace.

" Breathe baby. Just rest your nape on my chest till I plant all the mirror pieces all over your two boobs. "He picked another one and set it on my left boob. He collected all the pieces of the broken mirror into his two fingers and deliberately launched all over my two bosoms. My two bosoms turned into a scarlet fur ball as the pierced mirror pieces sting the piercing pain leading to ooze out blood drops one behind the other. I switched my eyes to my bosoms. He embellished every inch of my two bosoms with mirror pieces turning my bosoms into a scarlet ocean.

" Bend over and grab the table." He bristled his lips at my ear lobe subjecting my hairs at my nape to sprout and stand. I did. After his command. I winced when my bosom touched the table as one of the mirror pieces pushed more inside into the flesh of my boobs.

" Gentle baby. Let your boobs hover over the table. " He drew his finger to the waist band of my thongs.

"If you press them on the table every mirror piece I planted on your gorgeous boobs would immerse deep inside the flesh of your boobs ,you might need a damn twenty four hours to pick them out with your hands. " He slid his middle finger inside my thong." And that could kill you."

I stiffened my hold to edges of the table while my knuckles turned unpigmented. " Now tell me, why did you touch and opened that book?" He tore the waistband of my thongs making it slide down to my feet.

" Which book? What are you talking about?" I yelped when he cupped my ass cheeks and squeezed it to the fullest such that my entire ass cheeks resided into his palm.

" No one was supposed to touch that. But you did it. Tell me why?" another squeeze. My gasp uproared.

" I dont have any fucking idea what are you talking about, weirdo! Stop grabbing my ass and give me the goddamn spinal cord of that man.

" I sucked a breath through my snap shut teeth. " Ravenous!" He chortled. " Alright baby " He slapped my ass cheek harder. My upper body jolted forward with a jerk. My nipple with the planted mirror piece bristled on the surface of the table.

" open your thighs! Let me fuck you now " He traced his index finger along my crescented back. I unrepentantly parted my thighs enough for the cold gale to swam inside my core. " You were looking for this little mantis?" He sunk his knees to the floor and pulled out a black bag that was under the table which my eyes captured a few moments back. He clutched my hair at my back into his fist and yanked me backwards crashing my head on his chest. He brought his other hand at the foremost part of my face. My breath clogged at my lungs. He was holding the spinal cord of the man ,curling his fingers around it. Blood flooded down through his fingers. He gripped his fingers around the spinal cord's axis and brought it to his face to smear the blood on his lips. While I was lingering my eyes on his fragile petal configurated lips. I spun around and brought my lips to his to haul it between my teeth and savour the blood. He took a step back with a wild trace of smirk swaying on his lips.

"You want me or this?" He brushed the spinal cord and the blood all over his face. He jilted me on the spot and walked backwards until his calf muscles hit the couch. He bounced his ass on the couch and manspread his legs flipping th spinal cord in his hand simultaneously slinging the blood all across the room.

" Come and get it baby!" He manspread his legs harder revealing his steely gigantic clothed dick.

" Why don't you slither towards me , mr. Demon?" I placed my two palms at the edge of the table and uplifted my ass to set on the surface of the table. I broadened my thighs disclosing the paradise his eyes always want to see. I wide opened my legs and set my feet on the table. The blood all over boobs dribbled down to my abdomen and reached the upper part of my pussy. I widened my legs more for the blood to escort down to my clit and to the silk slits.

" Do you like it, Mr. Demon?" " Fuck, little mantis. Dont you fucking move.

" One snap moment I witnessed his figure in between my legs. The next instant he dashed his lips on mine and hauled my mouth into his mouth. He clasped my hair into his palm and crushed my face against his face. He drove his tongue inside my mouth, pooling down the blood of my victim into mine.

So fucking luscious.

" My lips or his blood?" He asked separating his mouth from mine.

" What? You can hear my thoughts?" I rolled in my lower lips between my teeth to swipe my tongue had his saliva slings.

" Only yours!" He moved his mouth into mine and dominated his tongue to plunge into my mouth. He aggregated his mouth liquid and poured down my throat. I swallowed every drop of it savouring and devouring it. He twidled his tongue such that it left a slice on my tongue.

I winced and moaned. I moved and tilted my head to remove my mouth from his as his sharp tongue was slicing my tongue. And it fucking hurts.

He pressed his hand at the back of my head restricting me , not to remove my mouth from him. My blood drooled from my tongue blended with his mouth liquid.

" I will heal you " He spoke in between the kiss. " Give me that tongue. I want your blood to blend into my soul." I brought my eyes to his tongue. His tongue was wedged with a zig zag pattern of flesh stood erect along the length and apex of his tongue. A perfect knife.

And my eyes moved to his. His eyelids were asymmetrical with one single eye lid and the other was double eyelid. The eye which he had the double eyelid was coated entirely with grey color. It was enticing that his one stare would make me go on my knees. He plunged his tongue inside my mouth again leaving slices a millions of times and simultaneously he healed them with his mouth liquids.He hollowed his kiss into my mouth ,my bosoms  pressed against his chest letting the broken mirror pieces to dig inside the flesh of my bosoms.

The blood pooled down from my nipples and other part of bosom profusely. I quaked. He instantly slacked his chest from mine. While, the wetness at my vaginal slits was dribbling down blended with my blood. While he was engaged in slicing my tongue with his tongue , I slowly moved my hand to grope the spinal cord he was gripping at his arm.

He took away his mouth while the slings and threads of blood and water liquids bridged our lips. " Not yet baby!" He strangled his long fingers on my throat curling them around my neck alike a choker.

The choker necklace I always want to wear around my neck. He pushed me to the table. My tailbone crash landed on it. He brought the spinal cord entangled with my victim's flesh and tissues to my face and smeared it at every of my face.

He trailed to my neck and drew it between my boobs. My boobs elevated up and down that was studded with the mirror pieces he stuck on it.

The blood flowed down to the side from my boobs. It ached. Yet it was relishing.

" Open your pussy wider." He said bringing the spinal cord immersed in blood to my pussy. He coated my entire body with my victim's blood. So ravishing. He set the spinal cord at my clitoris dripping its blood from my clit to my slits.

" Taehyung.. Please .." I took a sharp breathe. He gradually dragged the spinal cord and set it on my vaginal slits. My knuckles turned unpigmented by clutching the corners of the table. Plastering his eyes on me he, ripped apart his black shirt with his one hand in a single stroke.

His chest was massive like a rock that an oyster can be an inhabitant on it. His abdomen had humps and bumps with perfect abs that were teeny weeny. He mounted over me.

" open wider baby." His deep voice bolstered at my ears awakening the hairs on my body. He bristled the spinal cord at my slits. I crescented my back crashing my two bosoms on his chest. I wailed as the broken mirror pieces sunk inside my flesh while some crashed on his chest.

" Shhh..its ok little mantis. I want our soul to be one " He bristled his chest over bosoms to slice himself with the mirror pieces studded over it.

" Get off me before I bite off your lips and part it away from your gums.  " I grumbled with a growl in my voice.

" Worry not, lets see which dick of mine you prefer to take?. " He nibbled my lips.

" What?what do you mean which dick of yours? " He asked. " What the fuck are you?" I asked.

" A soul you held hostage with your blood. " His mouth found mine and entangled his tongue with mine spontaneously, tracing his tip at my slits. My blood blended with his tongue liquids. It did cut my tongue and did the upholsters simultaneously. While his chest rubbed against my boobs stuck with mirror pieces which left slices and slits on his chest.

" Your blood is mine, little mantis. Lets bleed together." He stated and shoved his tongue inside my mouth again.

I dont have a single string of idea why his presence make my soul so fucking alive. I was in a solitary state with a delenate hollowing in my life.

He make me complete. He says he always wants my blood but I dont fear him in offering my blood for him to feed on. However he enlights his drained off soul by tangling his sharp knife like tongue with mine. It was never like he want to drink off my blood like a vampire want to feed. He wants my soul to blend with him. My head gets fogged when I try to analyse why he showed up in my dark life?or Why he is clung to me? People in the town are petrified I might break into their house and would collect their spinal cord. But him. He wants me. He wants my blood. he wants my bones. He wants my fleshes. He wants my body. He wants my soul. And I want him. Only him. Him and I. This is our dark world.

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