Thread: May Your Blood Drip...Drip...Drip (Malomyotismon&SHARPii)

Mercer looked to both of them with alarm, not understanding. He tried for the doors but the moment he did, they locked and he looked back at them. Whats going on? He asked, panic evident in his voice. Sullivan simply grinned and he turned a blind eye, starting the car up again and once his beautiful little freak was in the back with their latest victim, he put the car into drive and started driving once more. When she came into his lap, he swallowed hard, his hands resting at his sides, he not wanting to touch her. He watched her take the device and his eyes widened in alarm. His hands came to try and stop her but she already had the device around him and he felt the pressure. His muscles and veins in his neck stretched and strained and he groaned. Sure, he got hard at first but then the pain came. His hands moved to her hips to try and push her off of him. Please He choked out desperately, looking up at her, his eyes meeting hers. The pain increased and he couldnt keep himself quiet. He was crying, begging for her to let him go. His strength was leaving him as the pressure built up in his balls and he threw his head back, groaning deeply. Fuck! He cried out in the most vicious pain ever and then his body went limp. His jeans were soaked in his blood, showing through and he was still breathing. His eyes were closed and he was just barely alive. Sullivan took that as his sign and he pulled over again and shut the car off. He got out, the door shutting behind him and at his side, he held a jagged knife that he made himself, sharpened daily and was already tinted red on the silver blade from the many lives he took with it. He opened the back passenger door and stuck his head in. Good girl. He stroked Lilliths hair and then leaned in, kissing her deeply, a fiery and passionate kiss before pulling back. Come on out baby. Once I finish him, I need you. He spoke so huskily, his lips lingering near hers before he grabbed the guy and pulled him out after Lillith got off of him and he threw him up against the back of the car. He cut his shirt open with the knife and ran the blade along his pale chest, trailing it down to his blood soaked jeans. You pissed yourself. He teased snidely. Mercer whimpered, breathing heavily. Please He rasped. Please what? At this point, he wanted to die. To make the pain go away. Please, kill me. He begged. In time. He cut his jeans open and sliced off his penis, grinning from ear to ear as the boy screamed, his blood dripping out of him like a river. He pushed the blade into his flesh, just above where his penis once was and impaled the knife into him. He screamed again as Sullivan dragged the knife up, basically cutting him up open. His blood splashed everywhere until he reached the top and it was just dripping out of him, flowing like molten lava until Mercers breaths, pleas and screams stopped altogether. Sullivan watched as the life left his eyes and he smirked. Leaving his body there, he went to the drivers side and opened the door, dumping the bloodied knife on the seat. He then shut it and went to the back and pulled Lillith out. After shutting that door, he pinned her up against the car door, her back to him and he kissed her neck feverishly. I love watching you kill baby. Its so fucking sexy. He groaned, pressing his groin into her backside so shed know just how hard he was by the things she did. Im gonna fuck you Lillith. Are you ready? He asked as he started undressing her viciously. He had times when he was gentle and times when he went savage. Now was one of those times he went savage.