Chapter 12: Corrupted Heart: Chapter 12

Ever since he grabbed me behind the theater, the adrenaline has been coursing through my veins like diesel. And the second he says it, it’s like lighting it on fire, like another Molotov cocktail.

Blood roars in my ears as I explode away from him, flinging myself into the near-total darkness of the old church. My eyes have adjusted a little bit to the gloom, and I’m not completely blind, but it’s still a beyond harrowing rush as I bolt into the blackness.

“Runnnn, prinkípissa….”

The voice snarls and growls all around me. He’s everywhere and nowhere. It’s like I’m drowning in a pool of inky black paint, slowly choking me and turning my entire existence opaque.

I zigzag to the left, then to the right, my legs pumping hard as I gasp for air. One second, I swear he’s right in front of me. The next, behind me.

Beside me. All around.

Inside my fucking head.

I fling myself in another direction, my breath heaving as I charge half blindly into the darkness. A split second later, I’m screaming as my shin bangs into what feels like stone, or maybe one of the splintered pews.

I cry out and go sprawling onto the grimy floor. I plant a palm and a knee, ready to spring back up.

Too late.

The scream is torn from my throat as his enormous size and weight slam into me from behind.

“Gotcha,” his stony voice rasps.

The pain receptors in my scalp explode as he grabs a huge fistful of my long hair and yanks. I cry out again, my head snapping back as his knee plants between my shoulder blades, pinning my chest firmly to the ground.

Kratos growls when his huge hand suddenly grabs the back of my yoga pants. He pulls, making me whimper as he roughly hauls my ass into the air, forcing me to my knees with my torso still pinned to the ground.

Suddenly, the fist holding the back of my pants yanks them down to my knees. The wind rushes out of me, my veins throbbing with heat as his huge palm spanks my bare ass, hard. The sharp, cracking sound of skin on skin makes me yelp, the sound of it echoing through the church.

He spanks me again, then again, roughly and repeatedly spanking first one cheek and then the other as I writhe and sob and moan under his rough touch. Suddenly, his fingers slip under the edge of my thong. He pulls it tight like he did last time, creating a delicious friction as the lace rubs tight against my clit.

“You wrecked something important to me, prinkípissa,” he snarls into my ear. “I think it’s only fair I wreck something that’s important to you.”

He yanks harder and the thong digs into my skin before shredding away entirely.

“And I’m going to start with this pretty little virgin pussy.”

I choke on my breath as his huge hand suddenly cups my sex from behind. He drags a massively thick finger up through my lips. He roughly plunges the finger inside, driving into me hard as I squeal and writhe under his touch.

“So fucking tight,” he snarls darkly. “So fucking small.” I shudder as he drags the blade of his knife down my spine. “You’ve never had a man before, have you, prinkipíssa? No one’s ever stretched this tight little pussy out, have they?”

I whimper, shaking my head as best as I can with my cheek flat on the ground.

“A shame,” he murmurs savagely. He spanks my ass again, making me yelp before his thick finger drives right back into me, knocking the breath from my lungs and making my toes curl. I shudder as I feel him lean down close to my ear again. “Because my cock is going to split you in fucking two when I take your tight little hole.”

His finger roughly rams into me, and the lewd, loud, wet squelching sounds of arousal as he roughly manhandles me give away exactly how much I want and crave this.

How much I’ve been waiting for this.

And he fucking knows it.

Kratos chuckles a dark, devilish laugh in the darkness.

“What a greedy, eager little slut I’ve found,” he growls, fingering me even harder. “I bet this slutty little cunt’s been making a fucking mess of your panties ever since you destroyed what was mine, just aching for me to find you.”

His finger rams into me, and I cry out.

“And chase you.”

I shudder when I hear the jangle of his belt buckle and the sound of his zipper being tugged down.

“And catch you.”

I shriek again as he reaches beneath me and yanks my hoodie, top, and bra right up to my chin. He roughly cups one of my breasts, pinching and twisting the nipple as I writhe in a mix of pleasure and pain.

“And ruin you.”

His finger curls deep into me, making my eyes roll back and my feet curl and claw at the dirty ground. Then he slides his hand away with one last hard spank on my upturned ass.

He moves in front of me, sinking to his knees. His hand tangles in my hair, lifting my head and locking his eyes with mine.

Holy fuck.

He’s still wearing the mask, but he’s shirtless now, the hard grooves and veins of his arms and torso standing out sharply in the gloomy darkness and the veiled light coming through the broken windows. His tattoo ink dances like black magic on his tanned skin. His massive chest bulges when he moves, and the thick, corded muscles of his veined forearms ripple as he grabs a fistful of my hair.

Kratos drops his other hand to his unbuckled, unzipped black jeans. He reaches inside, and I moan quietly, my gaze riveted on his movements as he starts to stroke himself in his pants.

“Are you going to be a fucking good girl for me?”

Sweet Jesus.

I whimper, nodding. My thighs clamp together, squeezing in an embarrassingly needy way as the throb between my legs screams for more.

Kratos raises his other hand, letting the dim light glimmer on the big hunting knife in his hand.

“Let’s fucking hope so.”

Without warning, he shoves his jeans and boxers down together. Suddenly, his cock springs free, slapping heavily against his abs before bobbing right in front of my face.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I understand that porn amplifies sexuality. Everyone moans a little louder than they would in real life. Every position is orgasmic. Every blemish and fault airbrushed away or fixed with makeup.

Every ass is perfectly sculpted. Every breast perfectly round and perky. And every cock huge and throbbing.

But I can say without a second’s hesitation that not a single dick I’ve ever seen in any porn online comes even close to what I’m looking at right now.

It’s not just Kratos’ height or muscles that are huge. I’m staring at what has to be the biggest cock on the fucking planet.

Not a dick. Not a penis.

“Cock” is literally the only word you could use to describe the fat, swollen, almost monstrously huge appendage that he wraps his hand around and begins to stroke, right in front of me.

How the fuck is that going to fit inside me.

Just as I’m thinking that, his fist tightens in my hair. He growls deeply, pulling my face close to his cock as his mask tilts to the side. A low chuckle rumbles from his throat.

“Oh, I’m not going to fuck you.”

I shiver.

“Not yet. And not because I’m worried about breaking you in half, either,” he rasps darkly. “But because you haven’t earned it yet.”

My breath comes haltingly as he pulls me closer, stroking his massive cock inches from my face.

“So open your fucking mouth,” he growls. “And show me how a good little slut earns it.”

He barely waits for my mouth to open. The thick, swollen head of his cock smears precum over my lips, making me gasp quietly before they part. Roughly, gripping my hair, he sinks himself between my lips, pushing his head over my tongue as I swallow back a moan.

“Bad sluts who torch my car don’t get fucked, babygirl,” Kratos hisses. “They get treated like cheap whores.”

Everything about this should be ringing alarm bells in my brain. The fact that he brought me here against my will. That he just chased me through the dark with a fucking knife before pinning me to the ground on my hands and knees and forcing his cock into my mouth.

All of it should be a huge red flag.

But it’s not. Not to someone broken and flawed and demented like me. It’s not that this isn’t scary or a little too much. It is one hundred percent those things.

And it’s precisely all that that’s making me wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. It’s that fear factor, and the roughness, and the dubious level of consent that’s pushing every single one of my buttons.

It’s knowing that even if I told him to stop, begged him to, he wouldn’t. In fact, he’d just go harder, and rougher. That’s what has my pulse roaring in my veins, and my core quivering and aching for more.

“No” wouldn’t stop this. “Stop” wouldn’t, either. There’s only one word that would end all this right here and right now.

Vanish.

That’s what’s lurking in the depths, under all of this: knowing that I could stop this, with just one single word. That I have that ace in my back pocket that I could use at any time.

But stopping this stops it. Permanently. The dream ends. I wake up to reality. And I never get to see how deep or how dark the rabbit hole can go.

So I don’t say a thing. All I do is moan as Kratos grabs a fist of my hair and pushes his huge dick into the back of my throat.

I can feel myself sputter and choke a little. Spit and precum drip from the corners of my lips and trickle down my chin. He groans deeply, his v-lines and abs flexing and rippling as he grabs my hair and takes his pleasure from my mouth.

“There’s a good little whore,” he grunts. “Now use your tongue, like a good little fuck-toy.”

I whimper as he pulls my mouth off his slick, glistening head. He brings my mouth down to the underside of his swollen shaft. I tongue and lick it, dragging my mouth up and down the sheer size of him as he hisses in pleasure.

Kratos bends over me, reaching down. I cry out, moaning around his thick dick as he spanks my ass. He does it again, using his grip on my hair to pull my mouth down to his big, heavy balls.

“Suck,” he commands. “Like the greedy little cum slut you are, babygirl.”

I moan, doing exactly as he says. My lips open wide, sucking one heavy orb into my mouth. My tongue drags over its silky skin, and when he groans deeply, something powerful explodes through me.

Another moan tumbles from my mouth as his thick finger drags up my slit from behind. He plunges it inside, fingering me hard and fast, filling the church again with the lewd sounds of my sopping wet pussy. His finger pushes lower between my legs, rubbing my clit as I gasp for air and tongue his heavy balls.

Kratos’ hand pulls away, clearly reaching for something. My eyes flare, my breath catching as I feel the cold, naked edge of his knife drag down my spine. He’s not cutting me, but I can feel the lethality of that point as it hums a hair’s breadth from my skin, delving lower and lower toward my ass.

“Open your mouth, my little slut.”

When I do, he pushes his swollen head back inside.

“Spread your fucking legs.”

He slaps my inner thigh, making me yelp and whimper before I scramble to do as he says. Then my eyes bulge wide when I feel the cold steel drag down the back of my thigh. I start to pull away, but Kratos holds my hair firmly in his fist, keeping me right where I am.

The blade dances over my skin, teasing inward and then slowly, achingly, teasingly dragging up my inner thigh, closer and closer and closer…

For one brief, horrifying second, I think I’ve misjudged all of this, and him. For a split-second, as the blade edges toward my pussy, I wonder if maybe I’ve vastly underestimated exactly how crazy Kratos is.

But just before the tip of the blade touches my most intimate area, he suddenly flicks his wrist, spinning the knife in his fingers. Suddenly, something hard with a rounded end presses between my pussy lips, just as he thrusts his cock into my mouth.

Holy fucking hell.

He might not be completely sadistic. But instantly, it’s clear I have underestimated how psycho this man is.

He’s just shoved the handle of his knife into my pussy.

The thing is, though, I might be just as fucking crazy. Because as he starts to fuck me with that smooth, bulbous hilt, I can already feel myself start to melt around it. And when I whimper a sloppy, muffled moan around his giant cock, he knows it, too.

Kratos chuckles darkly, groaning as he starts to fuck my mouth with shallow thrusts that gradually grow faster and deeper.

“What a fucking greedy little slut I’ve found,” he groans.

My eyes roll back, and my pulse turns to napalm in my veins as he starts to fuck me roughly with the handle of his blade. He thrusts into my mouth again, keeping it in tempo with the hilt thrusting in and out of my slick, eager pussy.

I moan louder and louder as I start to lose myself.

My control.

My connection to reality.

All I know is the captivating, intense, insane sensation of this huge, savage, possibly criminally insane man fucking me in both ends with his cock and his fucking knife.

The bulbous top of the hilt hits just right, rubbing against my g-spot as he grunts and roughly fucks my mouth. The sounds of his groans mingle with the wet, sloppy sounds of his knife handle fucking my dripping wet pussy and the loud, eager moans from my own throat.

Every muscle in my body begins to tense up. My arms quiver. My legs shake. My entire fucking body starts to tremble from head to toe as a forbidden, fucked-up, vile sort of pleasure threatens to engulf me from the inside out.

“I wonder,” he growls, chuckling darkly to himself as he fucks my mouth and keeps thrusting the handle into my pussy. “I wonder what all those prim and proper little ballerina friends of yours would think, seeing you behave like such a fucking whore for me.”

My eyes roll back in my head. A low, desperately eager moan begins to build in my chest. My core tightens, my muscles quaking, beginning to give way completely as the wave starts to crest over me.

“This is just the beginning, you know,” Kratos rasps. “Don’t you for one second think we’ll be done with all this after I come down this pretty throat.”

I whimper.

“No no, prinkípissa,” he growls. “No. Tonight, I’ll take your mouth. But soon, I’ll take this messy little pussy, too. I’ll watch you scream and moan like a cum whore when you take every inch of my big cock deep in your slutty hole.”

He starts to fuck me with the handle even harder, in and out, twisting it sometimes, until I know there’s no going back.

“And then, after I’ve ruined your mouth and your cunt for any other man, know that I still won’t be done with you.”

He leans down, grunting as he starts to fuck his cock into my drooling mouth even harder and faster.

“I’ll take your ass, too, babygirl. I’ll have my cum pouring out of every fucking hole you have. Now be a good girl and make me fucking cum.”

It’s all of it: the rough, brutal way he’s manhandling me. The filthiness of his words. The sheer size of him. The dark, grimy gloom of the church, and the lunacy that I’m about to come on a fucking knife.

It all hits at the same time. And when it does, my whole world turns inside out.

I scream around his cock, my legs buckling and kicking at the ground as I spasm and explode. The orgasm thunders through me, turning my vision black and red as I writhe and moan.

Kratos grunts deeply. He rams his cock into the back of my throat, his fist tight in my hair. Suddenly, his huge cock swells in my mouth. It jumps and twitches, and I whimper when hot, thick ropes of his cum explode across my tongue.

I gulp it down greedily, feeling drunk and high and insane as I keep coming for him. His cock twitches again and again, spilling more and more cum against the back of my throat. He groans as he pulls his cock from my swollen lips, stroking himself against them. His hot cum drips onto my cheeks, down my chin, over the bridge of my nose, and all over my lips as his knife hilt wrings another shaking orgasm from my body.

When he pulls away from me, my arms and legs give out. With a dull whimper, I collapse to the ground, shaking and trembling. Just as I do, I suddenly cry out as a sharp pain cuts into me, right next to my pussy.

“Don’t move.”

It’s only when he carefully slides it from me that I realize I’ve dropped to the ground with the fucking knife still inside me.

Kratos, with a gentleness that confuses me, flips me onto my back. Before I can say or do anything, he’s pushing my knees apart and lowering himself between my legs. He grabs the bottom of his mask, pulling it up over his mouth before he suddenly drops between my thighs.

Holy mother of God.

His mouth fastens over the small cut the knife’s just given me, sucking on the delicate spot right where my thigh meets my bikini area. There’s a mix of pain, pleasure, and insanity that throbs in my core as he nurses the cut right next to my sex. Slowly, his neon X eyes locked on mine, his mouth slides over.

Holy fuck…

His tongue drags through my lips and swirls over my clit. He groans deeply, shoving his tongue deep into me like he’s trying to devour me from the inside out. His huge, muscled hands keep my thighs pinned wide apart.

His tongue alternates between plunging into me and swirling aggressively over my clit.

My legs shake. My stomach clenches tight as my core quivers. Kratos’ lips fasten around my clit, and when he suckles it, it’s like pulling a trigger.

I scream into the darkness as I come again, my back arching off the ground and my hips rocking against his face.

I’m still shaking and gasping for air when he turns his mouth, smirks, and then suddenly clamps down on my cut again. A zap of something electric explodes through me as he sucks hard on the wound before moving away.

My entire reality is a dim, sultry haze as I look down at the psychopath between my legs looking up at me, my cum and blood glistening on his lips as they curl into a demonic grin.

“I’ll need to taste that combination again soon, babygirl,” he growls quietly, licking his lips.

Without any warning, he stands, tucking his still hard, ludicrously huge cock into his pants. He turns away, pulling on a shirt before tugging the mask back into place. Then he twists to look down at me with his head tilted in that slightly maniacal way.

“A change of clothes, and your phone, are up there.”

He points past me to the crumbling throne where the pulpit would be.

“And there’s a car outside to take you home.”

Without another word, he turns away, and walks into the darkness.

“Wait…”

The word tumbles from my bruised, panting, parched lips.

His dark, hulking shape stops, but he doesn’t turn around.

“Yes?”

I shiver, trembling and quivering everywhere.

“When…” I chew on my lip. “You said we weren’t done…”

“We’re not,” he growls. “Not by a mile.”

Eager heat pools between my thighs.

I need psychiatric help.

“So, when…”

Kratos’ voice chuckles in the darkness.

“Greedy little thing,” he purrs. “You want to know when we’ll be doing this again?”

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Yes,” I whisper.

My heart skips as he suddenly twists his head, letting the neon X’s gleam at me.

“That’s easy,” he murmurs. His head tilts to the side. “When you least expect it.”

Then, like smoke, he’s gone, drifting silently out the side door.

I stay on the ground, breathing deeply and trying to wrangle some sense of reality back into my head. Slowly, I roll onto my hands and knees, wincing with every move. I wince again as I drag myself to my feet, sore everywhere. But it’s a delicious soreness.

At the throne, I find a fresh set of clothes—my own clothes. Something terrifying surges inside of me briefly as I wonder how Kratos even has a change of my clothes ready for me. But I’m too worn out and too near collapse to think about that right now.

I dress quickly and walk out through the front door. Sure enough, same as last time, the black car with the driver wearing dark shades is waiting for me, the back door already open.

I wince and hobble gingerly toward it, pulling my phone out of my pocket as I do.

Fuck.

I have tons of missed calls from Dante, and Carmine, and Nico. From Milena and Naomi, too. There’s more unread texts than I know what to do with. But it’s the newest notification that just dinged, from Nico, that rips into my mind like a blade.

Oh God.