28.

MAEVE HAWTHORN.
Raw fear rushed through me and I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard him say. My stomach was still clenched tight and my breathing paced as I looked up at him with a tear filled gaze.
“Wh- what do you mean?” I asked doing everything in my power to push down the lump that had already formed at the back of my throat but nothing I did worked.
It remained stuck there, making it difficult for me to breathe and it felt as though the room was closing up on me.
What kind of sick mind does he have?
I awaited a response from him but all I got was a maniacal smirk that sent chills running down my spine, making it so difficult for me to control my bladder that it felt as though I was going to piss myself anytime soon.
My teeth clattered as Enzo closed the gap between us, his smile getting even wider and the chills got even colder when he placed his palm on my shoulder.
“You’ve always wanted to do this, haven’t you?” He asked and I forced myself to swallow as I let out a silent whimper.
The ferocity of his passion was frightening, his eyes blazing with the kind of fire that could be seen in the eyes of predators whenever they’re so close to tearing their prey to shreds.
Enzo grabbed my shoulder and with little to no force, pushed me down until I was really on my knees and looking up at him as if I was begging for my own life.
Tears clouded my vision, burning my eyes and making it get so itchy as I did nothing to hold them back and it didn’t take long for hot tears of terror to come trickling down my cheeks.
I didn’t want to do this, I couldn’t possibly bring myself to suck Enzo’s dick in the same room that a half dead man was in.
The sound of his breathing echoed in the basement like room and it was as if I was in a haunted house.
I released myself to the compulsive sobs that racked at my insides, “now, shall we begin.” Enzo’s voice was absolutely cold and emotionless and it chilled me.
The thought of what he wanted me to do right here and now did not only tear at my insides but it made me feel as though I was just a few steps away from turning into a maniacal monster like him.
Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and I could also taste the saltiness of my tears and sweat at the same time when it dropped to my lips.
Behind me was a man with both his eyes plucked out and even though I knew really well that he couldn’t see me, I couldn’t help but feel him glaring at me.
It was almost as if he was staring at me with a bloodthirstiness that couldn’t be matched, his eyes boring holes into every pore of my skin.
“What’s wrong? Scared?” He asked, jolting me out of my thoughts. His voice low and yet still echoing in the room as he leaned closer into me.
He got so close that I could feel his hot breath fanning my face and despite the creepy setting, I could also feel the eagerness he radiated.
“Haven’t you been curious about my cock for a while now?” He continued, his voice painfully teasing, “and just some time ago you wouldn’t stop begging me to fuck you.” He continued.
My ears rang and my stomach churned as my heart clenched tightly against my chest. I didn’t want to hear any of this anymore.
I didn’t want to hear him remind me of how much I’d begged him to fuck me in front of a man that’s practically dead but still conscious enough to hear this.
“I’m giving you the opportunity to have a taste of my cock and you won’t stop shivering.” He continued and I felt my skin crawl.
“Stop.” I muttered although I knew he couldn’t hear me, the room became unbearably chilling as Enzo went on and on about my craving for his cock.
“Please, stop,” I had no idea how badly I was crying until I heard my own voice get louder as I yielded to the sobs, “don’t do this, please.” I begged but all of my pleas fell on deaf ears as he bursted out laughing.
His head fell back and the sound of his laughter reverberated through the room, making it even more creepy and harder for me to want to stay in.
“I’m not doing anything, Maeve,” He responded amidst laughter, “I only want to fuck your throat and then maybe I’ll fuck you too.” He added and an icy fear twisted around my heart.
“I- I-” I stuttered, fumbling so hard with my words when a vibrating sound caused me to swallow the rest of the things I was about to say.
I was just about to tell him I couldn’t do it, not with the half dead man staring at me, not with the gory, disgusting injuries and the blood splattered all around but just before I could get the words out of my mouth, Enzo pushed on the remote and the man convulsed again.
His loud cries were so piercing, so ferocious that my stomach clenched so violently as I struggled to keep fragile control, determined to not barf again but it seemed as though I was losing the fight.
Lifting up my gaze, I looked up at Enzo and he was smiling, his eyes showing just how much fun he was having with all of this.
How can this be fun for him? How can a man screaming so deathly be fun for him?
Right. That’s right. He’s a monster. A monster doesn’t even cut it. He’s the devil himself.
“Start talking or you’re not going to like what’s going to happen to you after this.” Enzo barked, every trace of emotion in his voice was completely lost.
His green eyes had turned red and even though he wasn’t looking at me, I could still feel his piercing gaze.
Involuntarily, I shivered violently as I forced myself not to look back, not to mortify myself with the sight of the man behind me but even at that, I couldn’t help myself.
There’s no way he could talk right now, not with his tongue practically sticking out of his mouth like that with salivas pouring out of it.
Why is he doing this? Why did he bring me here to see this?
Ignoring the man, Enzo turned back to walk towards me like nothing had happened. Standing before me, I couldn’t hold back my tears as I stared up at him.
Placing two fingers under my chin, he forced my face up to look into his eyes and tilted his head to the side as if carefully looking at me.
Without warning, Enzo pushed his thumb into my mouth, forcing my lips apart as he began stroking my tongue, filling me up with terrifying pleasure.
I had no idea what to feel, Enzo’s fingers in my mouth felt strange and so incredibly arousing that my pussy throbbed and I could feel my panties getting even more damp with my juice.
It was scary, really scary because I’d lost all ability to control my feelings. Pleasure pounded in my temple and it gushed through my veins as my cunt uncontrollably gushed out juices.
I mentally slapped myself to reality. Widening my eyes and looking at the blurry image of the man sitting on an electric chair not so far away from us.
I can’t be aroused. I can’t be turned on by this. I refuse to be a monster.
Trying my best, hot exultant tears trickled down my cheeks, burning it so hard that I couldn’t be more aware of my surroundings but that didn’t work.
Enzo knows how my body works and he’s taking advantage of that, his thumb pushed deeper into my mouth and it didn’t take long for it to feel like I had his entire five fingers in my mouth.
My gag reflex was triggered and I shuddered at the thought of getting my face fucked in front of a half dead man.
Who the hell does something like this and have fun while doing it?
Looking up at him, the smile on his face had gotten wider, his green eyes glistened in the dimly lit room.
They gleamed like glassy volcanic rock and fear twisted my stomach when suddenly, his eyes became cold and proud, burning with a savage inner flame, making me shrivel a little.
“You’re not scared now, Maeve, are you?” His voice was void of any kind of emotion and I hate that he got an unwelcome reaction out of me.
The way he said my name made my cheeks warm and my heart hammered against my chest, beating so wildly that I was sure he could hear it.
“I wasn’t going to bring you here because honestly, you don’t deserve to see this,” he continued as he kept fucking my mouth with his finger.
“But you deserve to see my world, to know what kind of hell your father dragged you into.” He finished before pulling his finger out, strings of saliva following as he moved the same finger to his lips to lick my spit off his thumb.
Why? Why is this sexy?
“Open your mouth,” he ordered and I wanted to protest, to tell him that he doesn’t own me but all I could let out was a whimper as I obeyed him.
“That’s my good girl,” he patted my head like I was a child and I watched helplessly as his cock widened my mouth, making its way in.
“Keep your eyes on me.”