Timothy
This must be what heaven feels like.
She is looking me with the same look she gave me the first time I saw her. Right in this forest. A little over a decade ago ...
That day was my wakening, she brought this new version of me to life, with those fierce eyes. Gosh those deep browns... I loved the way they burned. I still do.
I know those eyes. Those are ' I fully intend on ending your life no matter what happens to me ' eyes. Too bad, we can't have that . As soon as I saw her shift I smacked the knife lightly off her hand, no surprise since she was holding it the wrong way... I grabbed both her wrists in my palm, tiny fragile wrists I'll love to kiss better later __ if she lets me, ofc__ my other hand resting on her hip, pinning her still as she tried to squirm around.
Trying to get away from me ?
Now that's really cute. Adorable even .
" FUCK YOU, YOU PSYCHO!!"
Were the the first words to come out of her mouth, her deliciously filthy mouth.
Now this is funny because I'm a psychopath.
I got my ASPD unofficial diagnosis at the fragile age of 2.
Not years, months or even days, two hours.... That's what it took for my adoptive mother to steal me from my actual mother and file me as her own.
She's quite the character. A gynecologist on the outside, a sadist on the inside, she loved torturing her targets, she always says.
Quote... The best way to destress is to cause it to someone else, preferably physically.
Which made her the best at what she does.
Her lastest work was literally torturing dirty politicians to confess their horrible acts to the public and to step down. Which had fixed the system if you're wondering. Although it was mixed efforts with my adoptive father, her dearest husband, a poison lord if one ever existed. He had helped by feeding those politicians a secret, cure-less posion that will painfully and slowly kill you if you don't take the antibiotics every month, his description of the deaths of his lab rats made sure they kept their word to step down , and willingly go to prison.
Dad was every part like his poisons, deadly.
Underestimate him as the nice pharmacist cover he plays, and you won't last long to find out how you died. That if my mom didn't get to you first. She doesn't forgive nor forget.
Honestly, being the narcissist dad is, I don't get how they fell in love. Mom said it's was rival to lovers situation. The top two most skilled assassins on the dark web, and the most wanted dead criminals.
As opposed to what you might think causes a child to become a sociopath. I was hugged, loved, cared for, no form of abuse. Actually I had a healthier childhood than most people.
What turned me into this deranged fucker is her.
You'll think murderers as parents will screw a child... Not if they don't get caught apparently.
They're not the " push me to be what they wanted to be but couldn't " kinda parents, mostly because they're living their dreams lives.
They just wanted a kid they can relate to, mom can't give birth, and a normal human seemed like a step down, I was chosen , stolen actually because I was special in my mother's eyes but that doesn't matter. My bio-parents are junkies, who died when I was three years old on meth .
Not a surprise that my bio parents ' death didn't effect me. But to be fair at that age nothing would've fazed me, because as a three years old, I've already skinned a living man and drank like what? hundreds of poisons? Pf-
My parents didn't have anything to do with it __ they didn't put me under severe training to become the best of the both of them, this isn't a comic about a super villain __ I was just a curious child who like to try new things.
And being in a household where there's blood more than water in it, is basically a given.
Not very humble of me, but I was the best. I mean I literally learned from the best. Thanks to them I'm now at the top of the food chain in my line of work or I was before I went to jail. I'm just an underboss now_ but not for long_
" BACK OFF YOU PERVERT !!" Her sweet voice woke me from my haze. If it was anyone else... I would have already cut 'em up and gave 'em to Max. But she's my dear future wife and my true love, she could do whatever the fuck she wants and no body can get in her way or tell her what to do or not.
Except maybe me.
" Love, I get that you're excited to see me again, but scream one more time and you won't like what'll happen." I whisper softly near her ear.
"Don't talk to me like that !! YOU PIECE OF -"
I kissed her. The moment I felt my lips touch hers, i was beating my self internally for not doing it so sonner. I slipped my tongue in her mouth as I stroked the back of her neck to help ease the tension off of her, she was still biting my bottom lip hard though , enough to draw blood. Hot.
Does she have a blood kink I don't know about? this is the second time she draws blood from me. I pulled away, reluctantly did so btw, because if not, she would have to hurt her teeth.
"Easy there, love! You got a thing for my blood sweet heart?" While licking the remaining blood.
She spat on my face.
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Aisha
I'm speechless, how dare this retard of a bastard kiss me? What's his deal?
I just spat on his face, he wiped it with the back of his hand, licked his hand, and now he's grinning like an idiot, a scary one too.
" I just want to talk, but since it's night and cold outside, and you didn't think to bring a jacket, how about we go back to my place, hm?" He asks shamelessly
" How about you go kill yourself? Do the world a favor? " I responded smiling giving him a taste of his venom.
Click.
I close my eyes for a second and now my hands are cuffed. Not only that, but he's making me hug him by throwing my hands over his shoulder. To make matter worse, he lifted me up by griping my thighs, and wrapping my legs around his waist. And I couldn't do shit about it as he walked to his bike, squared shoulders and all, humming like this is just a normal Tuesday .