Me and Your Girl

I fucked your girl last night. I fucked her rough and fast on top of dirty sheets while you looked on like a lecherous peeping Tom in your own body. I whispered dirty words into her ear and she moaned my name and screamed. She was writhing around like she couldn’t hold still and begged for more when I pulled out.
She was panting like a dog with flushed cheeks and the tip of her tongue poked out to wet her lips. She looked like such a whore I smashed her nose in and shoved my cock down her throat while it was still convulsing with sobs and looking for a morsel of air. And you know what she did? She just stared at me with blood running down her face and tears staining those cheeks and swallowed…every…last….bit.

I waited until you were asleep last night; I didn’t want your annoying screaming little voice in the back of my head when I know you just want me to ram my cock harder, faster, deeper. You sick fuck, I know what you want. So why don’t you just indulge? Who’s going to know? It’s just me and you, and this little whore I drug in off the streets. I picked her out of the gutter where I knew she’d be waiting, because she knows there’s nothing better she deserves.
She followed me home like a puppy. I guess the promise of a warm bed and some tender words were enough to soothe her and she stripped off her tarnished clothes and stood before me like a slave before the master. She hung her head like she was ashamed and offered me her body with a glance out of those blue, blue eyes. Eyes that haunted me, even now as I’m sleeping with your calm and sated breathing to assure me I’ve done the right thing. I’ve never felt remorse, and it’s like a stab of something not unlike pain except deeper and more fatal. It eats away at me until tomorrow when I know it’ll be the same ritual all over again.

And it was. I didn’t even bother to make sure you were sleeping, frankly, I wanted you to watch. I wanted you to look on in anguish as I ripped her open without preamble and demanded entry. I didn’t even stop when she begged me. She opened her mouth and where I thought a whimper was going to come out there was instead a soundless cry as her eyes rolled back in her head.
I pounded into her until I came, blood mixing with my desire, creating a solution that seeped out and stained the already soiled sheets. I screamed at her, and beat her until my hands ached and my throat was raw and then I wept for something I’d broken.
I torched the room until there was nothing more than ashes left and an iron bed frame sagging against the cracked concrete.