Page 64 of Til Def
I can’t look away, even as nausea twists in my gut. They’re oblivious to us, lost in their depravity. The little boy’s face flashes in my mind again, and the sickening contrast between his pure eyes and this bizarre fucking display makes my blood boil.
Ty’s hand slips from mine, and I feel the cold emptiness left behind as he moves forward, his steps gaining speed and purpose. Both hands grip the handle of his axe tightly, his knuckles white with tension. I hesitate, my feet slowing as I watch him charge into the room ahead, unflinching, unstoppable.
The woman spots him first. Her head jerks around, and her scream pierces the quietness, echoing through the mansion’s grand halls. She scrambles off the bed, naked and desperate, but Ty doesn’t falter. Not for a second.
The man barely has time to react. Ty lifts his axe with a force that shakes the room, a guttural roar tearing from his throat. The blade connects with the man’s chest, sinking deep. The sound it makes is wet, heavy, final. My body jerks involuntarily at the violence of it. Blood sprays in a curve, splattering up the perfect white walls, staining the gold trim, flecking the crystal chandelier overhead.
But Ty doesn’t stop. He lifts the axe again, his muscles straining, his eyes filled with pure rage. The second swing is harder, the crunch of bone and flesh colliding with the blade slashing in my ears. The sound is sickening—a blend of wet thuds and sharp cracks—and it feels like it’s embedding itself into my very bones. Blood pools beneath the bed, spreading across the marble floor in a creeping tide.
As I slowly step into the room, my eyes are drawn first to the mangled corpse on the bed. He’s unrecognizable now, a mass of blood and severed tissue. My gaze shifts to the far corner of the room, where the woman cowers, trembling violently. She’s wrapped in a white sheet, clutching it tightly to her chest as if it’s a shield. Her wide, terrified eyes dart between Ty and me, her lips quivering.
Scared.
She’s fuckingscared.
My hands clench into fists as rage boils in my veins. Scared? She dares to tremble now, to cower like the fucking victim? My mind flashes to the little boy’s face, his cries echoing in the darkness of my memory. Where was her fear then? When her child, her baby,screamed for help, for mercy? She wasn’t trembling then. She didn’t flinch when it was his innocence being torn apart for their sick, twisted world.
With Ty so lost in his frenzy, hacking at that man like a wild animal, she thinks she can make a run for it. She sprints toward me, eyes wide with panic, trying to reach for the door. As she passes me, my leg snaps out, sending her crashing to the marble floor with a brutal thump. She barely has time to gasp before Ty makes his way over, storming toward her like an absolute maniac.My maniac.
I take a step back, watching, heart pounding, as he lifts the axe. He doesn’t hesitate. The blade comes down with a shocking crunch, embedding deep into her back. She screams, an intense, gut-wrenching sound, but it only seems to fuel him. He yanks the axe free, the sound of it dragging through bone and flesh echoing in the room, and then—without a second thought—he slams it down again, and again, and again, each blow ripping into her, carving her apart. Her screams dissolve into wet,ragged gasps, the life draining from her with every swing, until nothing but twitching remains.
Ty’s eyes are expanded, unhinged, completely lost in the madness of it. And I stand there, breathing heavy, seeing it all, as the room fills with the coppery scent of death.
Suddenly, he turns, his hand—slick with blood—slams around my throat, the pressure so intense it steals the air from my lungs. I choke, completely caught off guard as his hold tightens. He drops his axe, cracking the marble floor, and growls against my lips. Without warning, he lifts me, my feet barely grazing the floor, my body straining as I claw at his wrist. His eyes are burning with a hunger that I’ve seen once before—an unsettling madness, something far deeper than desire.
Then, with a brutal shove, he sends me flying, my back slamming into the blood-soaked mattress. The mangled corpse of the man lies just inches from me, his blood soaking into the sheets and me. I scramble, pushing myself up onto my elbows, panic rushing through my veins. I stare at Ty, his muscles taut with fury, ripping off his hoodie and tossing it aside like it’s nothing. His ski mask follows, and then his hands work on his belt, the sound of metal scraping against leather sending a shiver down my spine.
I look around, frantic, my eyes darting, searching for something—god knows what. The room is chaos, death festering in every corner. And yet, his focus is on me. When his belt is loose, he steps forward, slow and deliberate. At the foot of the bed, he kneels on it, placing himself between my legs.
His hands clamp down on my waist, yanking me down toward him with brutal force. The hem of my hoodie is grabbed, ripped up my body in one swift motion, and tossed aside. Then his hands are on my sweatpants, yanking the waistband with a savage twist, ripping them and my panties down in one swiftmotion, leaving me completely naked—only my black boots remaining, my body vulnerable beneath him.
“Ty…” I stare into his eyes—dark, empty, and filled with only one thing: lust. The blood soaks into my back, drenches my skin. And I’m here, caught in the craziness of it all, doing nothing but waiting for him to take what he wants.
“I just want to violently fuck your pussy as warm blood drips down your soft skin, my little kitten. Is that too much to ask?”
I just blink blankly, a sick mix of fear and arousal sweeping through me before he lowers his mouth to my breast. His teeth graze my nipple, tugging it sharply, pulling it until it stings, and I can’t help the hiss that escapes me, my back arching.
His mouth explores my body with a brutal, possessive rhythm. He bites sharply, marking me before he sucks, his lips tasting, until he’s head is positioned between my thighs.
I feel his fingers wrap around the string of my tampon and the action feels like an intrusion. He pulls it out slowly, the humiliation making my body tighten, but I can’t dwell on it. Not when his tongue follows, diving into my bloody pussy with relentless hunger.
I gasp, my head sinking back into the drenched mattress, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I reach down, grabbing his hair with both hands. I clench tightly as he destroys me with his tongue and teeth, eating me like he’s starved. He keeps me wide open, his fingers digging into my inner thighs as they shake from the sensations he’s pulling from my body.
God, this man knows how to eat pussy, but bloody pussy? He’s going crazy for it.
He grows savage, his control unravelling with every passing second. His tongue plunges inside me, probing, swirling with an animalistic growl that vibrates against my core. The sensationsends shockwaves through me, and then he flattens his tongue, dragging it slowly up my slit. When his lips close around my throbbing clit, the suction is ruthless, drawing a sharp, uncontrollable cry from my throat.
“Oh, my—fuck…” The words rip free, raw and broken.
I buck against his mouth, every muscle tensing, straining against the ecstasy building inside me. My breaths come uneven, narrow, staggering on the edge of losing my damn mind.
And then, he pulls away.
The absence is devastating, leaving me trembling and throbbing, every nerve screaming for his tongue. Before I can even register it, he flips me onto my stomach in one swift, dominating motion. The sheets stick to my skin, wet with blood, smearing the crimson like warpaint before he lifts me off the bed.
Before I can push the tangled mess of red hair from my face, he shoves me forward, positioning me in front of a wall of mirrors. My legs nearly buckle beneath me, still trembling from the aftermath of his mouth, but my palms slam against the cold glass for support and blood streaks across it in chaotic smears.
He’s on me in an instant. His hand twists into my hair, tangling it tight around his fist, and yanks my head back with a sharpness that forces a hiss from my lips. My eyes snap up, finding his towering over me from behind. My period blood paints his chin, and his ravenous gaze drags down the back of my body as if he’s cherishing every inch of carnage he’s creating. His eyes lingering on the curve of my ass, his chest rising and falling with hunger.
