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  “I’ve got something to help you. Open wide, Daddy,” she whispers as she reaches into the front of her leather jacket and shakes a small Ziploc bag at me. In a way I’m grateful that she thought about me possibly needing to trip my balls off to do this, but at the same time it makes me suspicious that this was her intent for the evening all along and she was just looking for the perfect bitch to watch me with.

  I lick my lips salaciously at my baby girl before I open my mouth and hold out my tongue for her to place a little piece of magic on the tip of it. I put my hand around her throat and squeeze just enough to make her gasp for air before I kiss her with a violent hunger. We’re going on this little trip together, and even though I know that Sweet Molly won’t need the extra kick right now, I would hate for her to miss this for what it’s worth.

  She reaches down and reaches into my boxers for my cock, pulling it free and then leans forward to spit on it. I look down quickly before turning my eyes back up toward hers. I can feel this shit taking hold of me already and I’m wondering if Molly feels the same way too.

  “Closer,” she whispers as she leans forward and runs her lips down my neck. I take in a sharp breath as Molly guides my hard cock into the brutally ruined gash before me.

  And she doesn’t let go until I slowly start fucking the corpse for her pleasure.

  I close my eyes for a moment as I begin to push in and out of Danielle but open them again when Molly calls for my attention.

  “Daddy?” she pipes up innocently.

  “Yeah, babe?” I grunt as I continue to push into the dead bitch.

  “Watch me,” she says, biting her lower lip. My eyes move down to her hands and I grin when I realize that she’s lifting her skirt up so that I can see her slipping two of her fingers into her pussy. She begins to slowly rock against on Danielle’s stomach, trying to catch my rhythm and become synchronized with me. Even though I’m not inside of her right now, she’s living vicariously through this dead bitch, and I know she’s dying to feel every thrust and the sensation she gets when my pierced cock slams into her.

  Molly spreads her legs a little wider as she continues to quickly move her fingers in and out of her tight pussy and I find myself becoming jealous of the fact that she can feel herself right now and I can’t.

  “Gimme,” I say in a labored breath as I open my mouth. Molly bares her teeth in a dangerous grin before she slides her fingers out of herself, then shoves them into my mouth.

  The taste of her.

  The fucking euphoria that pools at her opening whenever she’s ready to call me into her nirvana.

  It’s always been one of my favorite things in the world. She tastes like the fresh nectar of Honeysuckle and too much of her is enough to make anyone drunk, and I’ve drank too much of her before and stumbled until she brought me around again.

  And the more I ram into this useless cunt, the more I taste Molly on her fingers, the more the world starts to fall out of focus. Normal things—the fire burning in another garbage barrel next to us, the moon now high in the night sky, the way the stars are watching over us—none of it seems quite real anymore. The only thing that holds my attention now is pleasing my baby girl and I know I’m doing what she wants because I can see her heart beating in her chest again. Red like blood, then black like our souls. Over and over again until I can’t help myself but reach out and touch her.

  Molly pushes my hands away from her perky tits and reaches for her Gigi, turning the blade toward me. She could stab me right here; bleed out of my worthless fucking life and I would die happy knowing it was what my baby girl wanted.

  “Keep watching me,” she whispers in a sing-song voice, her eyes giving me a thousand-mile stare as the acid takes hold of her senses. I look down at her hands and grin when I watch her slide the Gigi into her pussy up to the hilt. Blood begins to seep from her hands because of how tightly she’s holding the tight steel but she’s doing this for me.

  I grunt again and grit my teeth, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of my face. That’s when Molly pulls Gigi free and impales it into Danielle’s thigh.

  “That’s mine,” she whispers as she sits back and places her wet pussy on the dead girl’s face, opening her mouth. She knows that her Daddy is ready to blow and if shit made sense right now the way it normally does, I would find amusement in her jealousy. “I want it!” she shrieks pushing me out as hard as she can.

  I slide my dick out of Danielle’s hole and Molly leans forward, immediately swallowing my length down her throat. I place a hand gently on the back of her head and chuckle when I see that she’s grinding her pussy on the bitch’s face. She may not get off that way, but it looks like she’ll be damned if she’s not going to try.

  I let out a moan when she begins to gag herself on my cock and lean down, giving her a firm smack on the ass. That’s how she knows Daddy is enjoying what she’s doing, and Molly has always been a fan of spankings.

  “Daddy’s close, baby,” I warn her in a thick voice. Not that she’s ever been one to let me cum anywhere that isn’t one of her holes, but I like to give her the option out of respect.

  Molly reaches a hand toward the base of my dick and starts to trail her soft lips, her swirling tongue, and then uses the other to squeeze my balls as tightly as she can. She knows I like a little pain with my fuck and I appreciate that she’s not afraid to give it to me.

  “Molls …”

  One solid thrust into her mouth and I shoot my load. Molly looks up at me with watery eyes and keeps eye contact while she very slowly, and methodically, slides her lips off my cock.

  “I love you, Daddy,” she says giving my dick one last tug.

  “I know. I love you too, baby girl,” I say with a laugh as I sit back onto my ass. Molly climbs off Danielle and sits next to me, looking at me with her adoring eyes.

  “How do we get rid of this?” she asks, not tearing her eyes away from me.

  I run a hand back through my hair and put an arm around her shoulders. “I’ll just toss the bitch into the fire here shortly and then do the same with her guy. Then we can go home and get some sleep, huh?”

  She nods, then digs herself into the crook of my arm happily.

  Crazy bitch, I think fondly with another chuckle as we sit there silently taking in the remnants of the night’s events.

  The Medication

  Molly

  Sunlight streams through the window, warming my naked body as I roll over to find Pike’s gone. The bed doesn't feel the same without him here. He told me he needed to go to the bank, to sort something out, but I don’t like not feeling him when I wake up.

  My chest is tight when I swing my legs over the bed and look outside. Our windows overlook the next building. The couple we had watched fuck a while ago are moving through their apartment getting ready for work or some shit.

  I pick up my phone, swiping the screen to find my messages. One from Pike tells me he’s grabbing some coffee and he’ll be home in a few. That was ten minutes ago. Frowning, I pull on a pair of leggings and my tank top, along with the denim skirt that’s lying on the floor.

  I’m about to slip my feet into my boots when the door rattles and Pike shoves it open with his shoe. One hand is laden with bags of all colors and he’s also got a large box in the other hand.

  “Where have you been?” I race toward him, placing my hands on either side of his body, holding him close. It’s only then I feel the heat and realize he’s also carrying two large Styrofoam cups of coffee.

  “I told you, baby girl, I had to sort some things out. I didn’t get you anything for your birthday, so I went shopping.” I can’t stop giggling when he finally sets everything down. There are pretty pink bags of things, but I know nothing will ever be as special as the dolly he gave me when I turned eighteen.

  I watch him set down the box, which when he finally opens it, I see it holds six cream filled donuts. I don't’ know how to thank him. How to tell him that I’m okay, or that I will be okay. Not because I
can’t find the words, but because I don’t know when I’ll ever be okay.

  My mind flits between the kitchen where we’re standing and the darkness that I retreat to every now and again. It’s a real place to me. Where my demons sing to me and tell me things that make me cringe, but they also make me want to scream the rhymes in my head.

  “Here you go,” Pike offers me the cup, the warmth of it offering nothing but frustration as my fingertips feel hotter than I like. Without thinking, I fling the mug filled with boiling liquid across the kitchen against the white wall.

  The splatters mar the paint and I watch as trickles of black coffee stain the wall. His hand is on me, but my mind is veering deeper and deeper into that place. The one where Pike doesn’t come with me. He watches it happen. It’s like an outer body experience. I can see him looking at me, the horror on his handsome face that he’s not able to fix me. I wish he can fix me. But he can’t.

  Pain hurts my heart and I whimper when he leans in to kiss me. Pulling back, I shake my head and smile at him.

  “Daddy do, Daddy don’t, your little dolly is broken again.” My rhyme makes his face crinkle, and I wonder if he feels the pain like I do. “She’s in the dark, in the night, she’ll give you a big, big fright.”

  “Sweet Molls,” Pike says, his voice dripping with fear. Is he scared of me? My chest tightens. I don’t like when he’s scared of me. He’s my daddy. I love him. I never want him to go away. If I’m broken, he’ll go away.

  “Daddy doesn’t love a broken dolly, daddy can’t fix shattered Molly. I want to bleed, I want to burn. Daddy love me, or I’ll never return.”

  When I look up at Pike, his face is something else. I’ve never seen so much pain. I’m fighting through the darkness, but I can’t see the light. Where is it? Help me! He doesn’t hear me. Why can’t he hear me? Daddy!

  “Molly,” he says, shaking me, but I can’t speak.

  “All they say is all a lie. They all need to die. I want them to bleed, I want them to suffer. They don’t deserve to breathe, they don’t need their lungs, I’ll stab them and cut out their tongues.” I can’t stop giggling and shaking my head. I grab it between my hands and screech so loudly it makes my throat burn.

  Pike lifts me over his shoulder and carries me to the bedroom where he sets me on the bed as I rock back and forth. Am I beyond repair? Why doesn’t his love fix me? Doesn’t love fix things?

  It’s a strange place, this darkness, as if I visit it willingly. I don’t like it, but the only time I know I’ll return to normal is when Pike is there. I’m not sure what would ever happen if he were to leave. If I’m alone in this world, I’ll live in the dark forever, and I’ll never see the light of the sun again or feel it against my skin. My chest aches at the thought of never looking at Pike again, or getting lost in his blue eyes. He’s my salvation and my sanity, but I’m not sure I deserve him anymore. Maybe I should let him find a happier life with another girl.

  The thought makes me shudder. My daddy. If I ever saw him near another female, I’d rip her head clean off. I’d slice her up into tiny, bitty pieces and laugh while I did it. No one deserves Pike, but then I wonder—Do I? He’s good to me. I’m no good for him.

  As the sadness engulfs me, I’m still lost in the thoughts of losing him, but then Daddy returns with my medication. The needle jabbed into my arm makes me sleepy and the last thing I see is Pike’s beautiful, yet pained, blue eyes.

  His Concern

  Pike

  I like classic things.

  Cars, movies, and of course, the aftershock of fucking my Sweet Molly.

  She seems a little distant today, so I decide not to attempt to indulge in the latter, instead I’m sitting on the living room couch flipping through a car magazine. I let out a breath before I decide I’m bored and chuck it across the room. I don’t know what’s wrong with her or why she’s so quiet, but I won’t bother asking her because I’m not in the mood to try and decipher one of her little riddles.

  It bothers me that she lets those out more often than not as of late, and I wonder if her mind has finally snapped and sent her spiraling into an abysmal darkness she won’t be able to claw her way out of. I’ve saved her many times before when she was on the brink, though I don’t know if I can save her time and time again. It’s not because I don’t want to, rather, it’s because I think she’s happiest when she’s in a place that only she understands.

  There’s room for me in that world—I know it because Molly would never leave me behind, yet I wonder if she honestly wants me to follow her into the pits of her despair. It’s the only way I would truly know she’s safe and I’d gladly fall into Hell just for the distinct pleasure of being able to taste her lips whenever she allowed me the moments to do so.

  I tap my fingers along the arm of the couch before I decide to get up and check on her again. She’s been lying in bed all day, mumbling to herself, and holding her favorite dolly close.

  I don’t think she was as into me fucking that dead girl as she thought she was or perhaps she’s just finally coming down from the high that left me hours ago.

  As quietly as I can manage, I walk down the hallway to our bedroom, then gently push the door open when I reach it. Molls is flat on her back now, arms and legs spread out across the bed, staring vacantly at the ceiling. Her dolly is lying on her chest and she doesn’t look like she’s saying much so I decide to make my move to shake her out of this bullshit madness that threatens to crush her.

  “Hey, baby girl,” I say softly from the doorway. Nothing in this world scares me—unless it’s Molly, full swing in one of her moods. Not that I ever believe she would hurt me, because I know she wouldn’t. It’s just the fear of watching her snap in front of me that would fuck me up.

  “Hi Daddy,” she replies in a sing-song tone.

  Fuck; still gone.

  “How are you holding up?” I press as gently as I can.

  “I want to kill something,” she replies bluntly.

  I arch an eyebrow as I take another step into the room. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

  “Anything.”

  I run a hand over my mouth and eye her warily as she sits up on the bed and props herself up on her elbows. She turns her head toward me—slowly, deliberately, and smiles. “Wanna kill something with me, Daddy?”

  I’m hard and I don’t know why, but I also know that a move to fuck her right now could end up with me becoming a dickless wonder. Molly’s exciting in that way. I never know if she’s going to kill me or fuck me, and it makes our little relationship interesting.

  “I’ll tell you what,” I begin as I slide my hands into my pockets to appear less threatening to the monster inside of her head, “as soon as you’re feeling better, we’ll go out and have ourselves some more fun. Okay?”

  Molly pouts and throws herself back onto the bed. She picks her dolly up off her lap where it’s fallen and throws it across the room in a little temper tantrum that I’ve become accustomed to.

  “You know that Daddy always wants to take care of you and make sure that you have as much as possible,” I say, fully entering the room. I go over to the retrieve the doll from where its landed in front of the dresser, and dust it off before I go back to Molly and place it on the bed next to her. “And how can you have fun when I can see that you’re still not my baby girl just yet?”

  “I’m sorry,” she relents softly. I can see her lower lip quivering, so I reach down and kiss her gently.

  “Got nothing to be sorry for, Molly. You just stay here until you feel better,” whenever the fuck that happens to be, “then we’ll go back out there and show the world what it’s missing. Sound like a plan?”

  She reaches up and wipes the tears away from her beautiful face and nods.

  “Wanna cuddle?” she asks me hopefully.

  “Hell yes,” I reply with a grin.

  With a little bit of luck, I’ll know when this shit has finally left her system because she’ll mount up and ride me until we both pass
out.

  I give her arm a little shove and she immediately rolls over onto her side, her tiny form taking on a fetal position. I lower myself onto the bed and spoon right up to her, pulling her close and kissing the back of her head. She’ll be asleep in no time, and to be quite honest, I probably will be too.

  And it leaves me asking myself the same question I always wonder when I fall asleep with Molly in my arms.

  Will I wake up tomorrow in the Heaven of her arms or in the fiery pits of Hell atoning for all of the sins I’ve committed in my life so far?

  Jealous Rage

  Molly

  In the dark, I open my eyes. I feel normal, if you can call it that. Pike’s arm is wrapped around me, and the pain of the past few days slams into my chest. I could’ve hurt him. I know that I should leave, I should let Pike go and let him live a life filled with love, but I’m selfish. I don’t want to lose the only person who’s ever loved me.

  Love.

  It’s a stupid emotion that people offer up as an explanation for either hurting someone or lying to someone. It’s how I learned early on that there are evil people in the world. It’s when I first broke. When my mind had to fracture to survive.

  Pike doesn’t know what happened. I’ve never told him the truth. If he found out, he’d never love me. If he knew how tainted I really was, how the little girl inside me is hidden so deep that the only time she comes out, is when she wants to hurt those that hurt her.

  Yes; he does allow me to play, to do things that I know are wrong, but it’s not really me. It’s her. She likes to see the blood of those who have wronged her. So, he looks after me. He condones what I do and puts it down to my broken mind—only, it’s part of who I am. And somehow, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get better.