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All I Want For Christmas Is You

Holiday Mr. Freezy One Shot

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Okay, so I’m just gonna start this off by saying that this is the darkest I’ve ever written. If you’re not into dark stories, PLEASE DO NOT READ this. Now, this is supposed to be a holiday follow up to ‘The Darker Side Of You’, but there was no way I could post this on Christmas lol. I almost didn’t post this at all, but thanks to @jtargaryen18 (a true angel), I am. Idk, buckle up and get ready for holiday cheer...Mr. Freezy style.

Word Count: 6558

Warnings: 18+, MINORS STAY FAR AWAY FROM THIS, dub-con, talks of murder, implied child murder, suicide attempt, SMUT, fluff (but like...Mr. Freezy fluff, so it’s a warning), murder, swearing, smoking, drinking, smoking, drinking, fighting, arguing, depression, conspiring to commit murder, murder kink, Stockholm Syndrome ...just read with caution. Read at your own risk and responsibly.

Summary: Robert was slowly turning you into his perfect little homemaker, but what happens when he decides that sharing you with anyone is out of the question?

I do not give permission or consent for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere. I DO NOT condone any of this behavior, this is purely for entertainment purposes.

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“Fuck me harder, please!” you softly slur as you beg Robert who is fucking you senseless from behind.

“C’mon baby, I know you can be louder than that for me,” he pants, his grip on you getting tighter.

“Shit! Tommy is sleeping-”

“Who gives a fuck?!” he exclaims, frustrated, and he pulls out.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” you snap, turning to face him and laying on your back.

“You’re so worried about waking up Tommy-”

“Oh, don’t start being a little bitch because everything isn’t about you all the fucking time!”

“Watch it-” he warned, darkness and lust very present in his eyes.

“Or what? The fucking least you could do is get me off! Jesus, I play along with this fucked up and ridiculous charade enough, don’t I?”

“If I recall correctly, you were all too happy to play along when you heard Samantha crying and begging for me not to fuck you while she was tied up,” he chuckled darkly, a devilish smile on his face. “And when I strangled her to death, you watched with pure glee as you got yourself off, then sucked my cock like the little whore you are as soon as her last breath left her body.”

“Fuck Robert,” you moan softly, not breaking eye contact with him as you clench your thighs together in a weak attempt to fight off the pressure building up between your legs.

“You were such a good little slut for me that night and I want you to be just as good tonight, you understand you little bitch?”

“Robert-”

“I don’t give a fuck if he’s sleeping! Bring him up one more time and I’ll solve the problem myself,” he warns ominously.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” you scowl with a small hiccup “you wanna hear me scream?” you ask opening your legs. “Fucking work for it, you piece of shit.”

“Gladly,” he growls before pulling you towards him roughly as a small, drunken giggle escapes you.

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You and Robert have been living in a sick and twisted hell for almost two years. Two years since Robert ruined the life you loved & forced you into hell with him.

You aren’t any closer to loving him but he’s all you have. He made sure to make himself all you had. He got you to stop talking to your friends and made sure to alienate you from your family (all by threatening to murder them), and he barely let you go out without him. The only time being when you needed to go grocery shopping, but even that had its setbacks. If you weren’t in the house after an hour and a half, he made sure to punish you later on at night.

You remember the first time you decided to test those waters and how it ended.

“Where the fuck were you?” Robert growled for the third time as you got dinner ready in your parents house.

“I’ve already told you-”

“Samantha gets grocery shopping in half the time-”

“Do I fucking look like Samantha to you? Besides, she isn’t being held captive in her own fucking house,” you muttered as you took a glass out of the cabinet.

“Y/N, I swear to Christ, you been talkin’ to the fuckin’-”

“The fucking who, Robert? The cops? My friends? My family? You’ll what? Kill them? Kill me? I fucking wish you so I could free of you, finally!” you snapped, finally reaching your breaking point.

You heard his fist colliding with your face before you felt it.

“I better not fucking find out you’re doing shit that you shouldn’t be doing, you little bitch,” he spat before roughly gripping your hair. “Or I swear to God, I’ll make you wish that I’d slowly killed you in that fucking warehouse,” he warned in a low growl.

“You’re acting like I don’t already,” you replied coldly before pushing him away from you and storming out of kitchen.

Yes, you told yourself he was all you had, but deep down in places you don’t and won’t talk about, some small part of you started to care for him.

You figured it would only a matter of time, because he was the only other person in your life. You cleaned his wounds, you listened to him when he vented his frustrations, you made him dinner, you fucked him daily, and he took care of you.

No, he was no fucking knight in shinning armor, but if you let yourself ignore what was happening, you could pretend just enough. Pretend he wasn’t a monster, pretend he hadn’t destroyed your life, pretend he hadn’t ripped almost every bit of innocence left in you, and pretend that he wasn’t turning you into someone you weren’t particularly a fan of.

However, for as much s you’ve started to care for him, it will never how much you hate him. How much you truly despise him for ruining everything.

But what could you do? Robert made it very clear that he was never going to set you free, and that you’d never leave his side.

At first, it was hell on earth. Especially after the funeral for Samantha. Killing his wife had been the first gift he’d ever given you. Yes, Robert was the one who had ruined your life, but by Samantha turning a blind eye to his cheating and never questioning what he did for a living, she was just as responsible as far as you were concerned.

The funeral was extremely mundane and you thought of telling everyone that it had been your idea, just so they would stop offering sympathy and leave you alone. It wasn’t enough that you had made it through the whole day without rolling your eyes and scoffing as everyone offered Robert their sympathies and condolences. No, you had to sit there and pretend to be the neighbor who took sympathy and felt bad for him and his son, Tommy. Who had to be sad that she lost a good family friend when she had just lost her parents not too long ago.

The whole thing was pathetic.

Whenever you think about that night, it has you excited and yearning for Robert in all the ways you shouldn’t.

“Fuck, just like that, baby,” Robert grunted as you continued to grind your hips against his and your clit rubbed against his pelvis. “Best fuckin' pussy I’ve ever been in!”

“Why....how could you both do this!?” Samantha cried from the chair she was bound to, blood dripping from her mouth and nose. “I trusted you, Y/N! You fucking bitch!”

“Oh? Aren’t you just a dirty fucking slut?” Robert groaned with a sick smile as you clenched around him and he started kneading your nipples between his fingers, as your pace quickened. “Keep goin’, Sam. It’s gettin’ her off,” he chuckled.

“I hate you both! I hate you both so fucking much!” she wailed and it was just enough to send you over the edge into one of the most powerful orgasms you’d ever had with Robert’s name leaving your lips as a desperate cry.

“You okay baby?” Robert asked, caressing your face softly. When all you did was nod, he pulled you close and kissed you deeply, and it almost felt as if he genuinely gave a shit about you. “Another round or do you think now is a good time?”

“I could do this all night,” you smirked, still coming down from your high, “but Tommy has school in a few hours and someone needs to be there when he wakes up.”

“Such a good girl,” Robert chuckled before kissing you again.

“Tommy? If you think you’re keeping Tommy after all this-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Robert interrupted harshly. “Did you really think I would beat the shit out of you and let you go? Fuck Y/N in front of you for hours and let you just leave? God, you really are a stupid cunt,” he scoffed as you slowly got off of him, groaning in dissatisfaction at the fact that he was no longer filling you up.

“What do you mean-”

“I’m going to fucking kill you. If you ask me, it’s been long overdue,” he smirked as you lit your own cigarette before using it to light his and pass it to him.

“What?! No! You wouldn’t! You can’t! HELP!” she screamed, her tears coming harder.

“No one can fucking hear you,” you laughed, before taking another drag from your cigarette. “Trust me, he held me here for two weeks.”

“He...he what?! Y/N, you have to believe me when I tell you that I didn’t know-”

“But you knew that he was cheating on you,” you snapped. “You knew that he was keeping secrets about what he does for a living, but you decided to turn a blind eye to it, because it made your life easier! He killed my parents! He brought me here and raped me until he was all I wanted! He was able to destroy my life because you did nothing!” you yelled as Robert chuckled. “So now, I’m going to sit here and do nothing as he takes your life. I’m going to sit here, enjoy it, get off on it, and then I’m going to fuck him in front of your lifeless body. You wanna know why? Because it’s the fucking least I could do to thank you,” you smirked before laying back on the bed.

“I fucking love it when you’re an evil little bitch,” Robert smiled at you before taking a final drag from his cigarette and throwing it to the ground. “Lets get this over with so I can get back to perfect little pussy.”

“No baby, this is my gift. I want you to drag it out like you promised,” you moaned as you started to softly rub your clit.

“Whatever you want, Sweetheart. You’re the one calling the shots tonight,” he shrugged. “God, I’ve waited so fucking long to do this,” he laughed darkly at Samantha before wrapping his hands around her throat.

Once Samantha was finally dead, you were on your knees for Robert in almost an instant. Happy to please him in any way he wanted since he gave you the one thing you truly wanted most of all.

However, with Samantha’s death came the job of now playing lovers with Robert, which didn’t come without its setbacks.

“You’re not gonna fucking sleep around on me, Pronge!” you shouted as you two stood in your parents living room.

“Someone jealous?” he chuckled.

“No, you piece of shit! If this is to be my new life now, you’re going to make it somewhat bearable. That includes me not not looking like the town fool!”

“Or what? You’ll leave me?” he laughed, taking out a cigarette and placing it between his lips.

“No, I’ll try to fucking kill myself again, and I’ll succeed this time because I’ll shoot myself with one of your guns,” you replied coolly and you saw his entire demeanor change.

He had instantly remembered your last attempt after the last physical fight you two got into.

You usually backed down and just sulked, but that night you fought back with all the energy and courage you had, not giving up until he had you pinned against the bedroom door and fucked you roughly and painfully, before leaving you on the floor and going out to do whatever it was he needed or wanted to do that night.

You’d stayed on that floor and cried for hours, before forcing yourself downstairs and into the kitchen and deciding that enough was enough. Who you were becoming, what you were allowing, and what got you off only made you hate yourself more each day. You had never been this person and you didn’t want to become more and more unfamiliar with yourself.

You refused to keep going on like this.

You found the sharpest knife and took it to your wrists and just let yourself sink down onto the floor, memories of your life flashing before your eyes as the world around you started to fade out.

The good and the bad.

“Y/N!?” Robert drunkenly called, as he slammed the door shut behind him.

You said nothing an hoped the darkness would consume you before he’d have a chance to save you.

“Y/N!? Don’t fuckin’ make me...Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed as he ran to your side, napkins and towels in hand. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“I...I have to go,” you stated simply before slipping away.

“Fuckin’ bitch! Don’t you dare fuckin’ die on me!” was the last thing you heard before the darkness took you.

When you woke up, to your dismay, there was a white light and a lot of beeping machines.

‘He’d got me to the hospital in time? Fuck!’ you thought to yourself as you slowly came to, trying run your hands through your hair, only to find that you’d been restrained. ‘Fucking great.’

“You’re up,” Robert slurred softly, his gaze on you soft. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“I think it’s pretty clear what I was thinking,” you croaked, your mouth dry, as you looked away from him. “You couldn’t be kind just let me fucking die?”

“You really think I’d ever let you take yourself from me? That I’d let anyone or anything take you from me?” he questioned angrily. “What the fuck am I supposed to do without you?!”

“I don’t know, be a better parent to Tommy? Be a parent, at all?” you questioned with a laugh. “Maybe not be a fucking murderer,” you muttered to yourself.

“Fuck him! All he does and bitch and complain!” Robert scowled as he sank further into his seat.

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, the doctor came in and decided to explain everything to Robert, since he’d put himself as your emergency contact on the clipboard.

From then on, things changed drastically between you and Robert.  

He never laid a hand on you again, he stopped sleeping around (which you could tell by all the glares you received from the women around the little suburban hell you two called home), he was never out or away too late, he made an attempt to be at least pleasant, and he attempted to be romantic by buying you skimpy outfits that you could wear for him around the house.

He also hid all of his weapons from you.

In an attempt to accept your hell with grace and dignity, you did your best to be civil. When he came home with blood on himself, his clothes, or both, you didn’t look at him with pure disgust, you didn’t question him about work, you tried to have dinner ready for him when he came home, and you made yourself available to him for whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.

You also, in a way, started care more.

You’d never allow yourself to believe that he loved you, but on some level, he did to seem give somewhat of a shit about you. Or, at least, he was obsessed enough to take care of you.

Well, take care of you in a way that suited him.

No, it was by no means romantic or deal, but you’d done everything in your power to get away from him and it hadn’t worked at all. The only thing left to do was give up and accept your fate.

This also meant you’d have to accepted the role of step-mother to Tommy.

That was the other thing.

What also came along with Samantha’s death was the hardest challenge: raising Tommy.

You know that your own cruel and evil desires are what drove to the current hell you were living in, but Tommy is part of the reason you decided to play house with Robert. Tommy had done nothing to deserve the current life he was living and being left with the worst parent on planet earth, so you took it upon yourself to fill the roll of being a mother.

Well, to the best of your ability.

Before Robert came along, you craved to be the type of mother your own mother had been. Loving, thoughtful, strong, funny, caring, brave, and devoted. You couldn’t wait to have a family of your own with your own ‘Mr. Right’ and to take on motherly duties. You really did try with Tommy but you just couldn’t do it. It’s not like there was anything wrong with the child. He was sweet, compassionate, loving, innocent, and so incredibly considerate. No, the issue wasn’t so much Tommy as much as it was who his parents were. You’d hated his mother and you tolerate his father because he’s all you have at this point.

You looked at Tommy now and saw regret and felt anger.

It’s not like Robert hadn’t noticed how unhappy you were. He’d gotten you pregnant twice and both times you’d aborted them, just like you’d told him you would. Yeah, there was hell to pay, but it was worth it as long as you didn’t have to bring another Pronge into the world.

“I can snap his neck and you wouldn’t even know. He’ll just look like he’s sleeping,” Robert suggested one night as he put the video camera away, like it was no big deal.

“Shut the fuck up!” you snapped, pulling your nightgown on “don’t you touch a hair on that boy’s head!”

“Why not? He’s unhappy, you’re unhappy-”

“Enough Robert,” you warned as you got out of bed to clean yourself off.

“We should get married. That way, when you’re pregnant with my kid, the town won’t think of you as a whore. Hell, you’d have two Pronge’s of your own if you’d stop killing them.”

“I’m not fucking marrying you, Robert, or having your fucking kids. I’m playing house with you, that’s enough. Besides, I saw what you did to your last wife, no fucking thanks.”

“I did that for you, baby,” he smirked as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “And if I recall correctly, you fucking loved it.”

“Yeah, so I’m not setting myself up to be the next Mrs. Pronge for you to kill in front of your next deranged sex slave.”

“You know you mean more to me than that.”

“I fucking hate you,” you spat as you looked at your reflections in the bathroom mirror

“I know you do, baby. And I love you,” he responded softly, before forcing you to bend over and thrusting himself into you.

Since that conversation, you’ve done your best to love Tommy as your own. To be patient with him, to make time for him, to help him, and to care for him since you know Robert never will. However, the harder you tried to love him, the harder it became. He needed a mother and you just didn’t know how to be one for him. Before everything happened, you loved him with every fiber of your being. But now? Now, you can’t look at him and see anything besides Samantha and Robert.

How the hell were you going to raise him to be a stable and capable adult? How were you supposed to raise him to be better than his father? How were you supposed to be his way out when all you wanted to do was pretend that he doesn’t exist?

Robert’s P.O.V

As I watch you bring in the mail, mindlessly going through junk and invites for Christmas parties, I can’t stop the smile that comes to my face at your dissatisfaction.

“Do we feel like bullshitting through another Christmas party with the Kingsley’s?” you sigh as you take a seat at the kitchen isle.

“What do you wanna do?”

“I wanna stay home.”

“Home?”

“Here. Don’t fucking start,” you snap.

“This is your childhood home, Sweetie.”

“Yeah, too bad you fucking tainted it.”

“You know, you did tell me love me last night,” I remind you, a small sick smile on my lips.

“Fuck you, I was drunk. I would’ve told you anything you wanted for you to bring me off,” you mutter before getting up and grabbing a glass so you can pour yourself a drink.

“Oh honey, you don’t mean that,” I can’t help but laugh as I light a cigarette. I’ll never get over how much you hate me and I don’t want to.

It only makes me love you more.

“Fuck, we have to get Tommy’s Christmas gifts!” you snap, stomping your foot, probably angry with the fact that we’ll have to put up with Christmas traffic and shitty weather.

Or just at the fact that you have to deal with Tommy at all.

“We don’t have to.”

“Robert, I know you don’t give a fuck about your child, who fucking worships you for whatever reason, but I do. He’s getting toys on Christmas,” you mutter.

“Get him a toy gun,” I laugh as you shoot me a glare.

“You’re not fucking funny. Get your shit together, we’re leaving in 20 minutes, and you’re the one paying for everything, since you’re the one with the fucking job.”

As you storm upstairs, I can’t help but think about how bitter you’ve been these last few months. Of course, I know it’s my fucking fault, but it’s more than that. This is the life you’ve dreamed of and you hate every aspect of it.

Even Tommy.

The boy you once adored and thought the world of, you now resent and can’t wait to put to sleep. It doesn’t help that the time you take to pretend you care for the boy, takes away from time that you can spend with me.

I can put the little shit up for adoption, but knowing Tommy and how emotional he is, he’d find his way back and want answers.

Not like he deserves them.

I can also hand him off to Samantha’s family, but that once again gives him the opportunity to come back and be a pain in my ass.

No, the easiest and nicest thing to do is get rid of him. Yeah, the kid deserves a better father, a better family, but if he’s dead he’ll be reunited with his cunt mother.

At least, that’s what he’s been brought up to believe. Poor kid never had a chance.

Besides, why should I have to share you with anyone? I do shit for everyone else all the fucking that could kill me or get me locked up. You’re the one good thing in my life and I don’t want to share you, so I’m going to.

Sure, you’ll be mad at me for it, but when aren’t you mad at me? The sex is better anyway. No matter how many times I try to break you, you bounce back and this won’t be any different.

At some point, you’ll probably even thank me for not letting you get to hate him as much as you hate me.

“Pronge, lets go!” you call as you make your way back down the steps. “And you better not be cheap about it either!”

“Comin’ Sweetheart.”

It’s sick how happy I feel finally being able to have you all to myself. There’s no heaven for guys like me, but in your arms and in-between those legs is the closest I’ll get, and I’ll be dammed if I let anyone get in the way of that.

Even my own fucking kid.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“I love my gifts, Mama!” Tommy exclaims as he runs over and wraps you in a giant hug. You want this moment to fill me with an extreme amount of love and happiness, but you just can’t wait for him to get off of me.

“And what do you say to your dad?” you ask, giving him the most genuine and loving smile I can muster.

“Thank you, Daddy!” Tommy beams, ready to run over to him, but Robert holds out his hand while a smile plays on his lips.

“If you wanna thank me, go out and play on you new bike.”

“Really? It’s Christmas and Mama Sam-”

“Things are different now,” he chuckles. “Take a few rides around the block and tell me what you think.”

“Thanks Daddy!” Tommy yells as he dresses up in his snow gear before taking his bike outside

“That was sweet, Bobby,” you smile once the door closes. “He’s so happy.”

“I just want you to myself. I knew if I got him that fucking bike, he’d leave us alone for a few hours.”

“So sweet, so romantic,” you scoff as you start to clean up the torn up wrapping paper.

“Stop, deal with all of that shit later,” Robert scoffs. “C’mere.”

“What do you want?” you groan, though a very small part of you is glad to be alone with him and getting Tommy the fuck away from you.

God, you hate him for turning me into this. For ruining you.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap,” he smirks.

“What do you want?” you ask once I straddle him, already knowing what he wants.

“Did you like the gift I gave you?”

“An orgasm? Yeah, it was amazing.”

“Don’t be a bitch,” he warned “the fuckin’ necklace.”

“It was nice, thank you,” you smile before dipping down to kiss him.

He almost feels like home. Two more glasses of the egg nog he made and he will.

As you start to deepen the kiss, you scowl when you see Tommy’s gloves out of the corner of your eye. “Shit!”

“What?”

“Tommy forgot his fucking gloves and he needs them. It’s freezing and the last thing I need is for him to get sick.”

“Leave ‘em, he’ll be fine,” Robert shrugs before attempting to pull you close to him again.

“Your dick can wait a few minutes,” you laugh before attempting to get up again, only to have him pull you close again. Rougher.

“He ain’t gonna fuckin’ need ‘em, Sweetheart.”

“What do you mean he won’t...what the fuck did you do, Robert?!”

“Great, we’re back to fuckin’ Robert now,” he scowls as he lets go of you and reaches for his pack of cigarettes. “I was really hoping this would happen after we fucked,” he muttered as he lit one and took a drag from it.

“What the fuck did you do?” you repeat, a chill running down your spine.

“The one thing you truly wanted, but would never ask for.”

“Robert-”

“I got rid of Tommy. Well, I’m getting rid of Tommy. Kid still has a few more minutes before he gets hit,” Robert sighs as he checks his watch. “Figure I’d let him enjoy that bike for a bit. A nice going away gift,” he laughs before he takes another drag from his cigarette.

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Here we fuckin’ go,” he huffs, pushing himself out of the Laz-y chair and making his way into the kitchen.

“What the...he’s your son! How the fuck-”

“I never wanted him! God, I told that stupid cunt that I didn’t want kids, but she went and got pregnant anyway! The kid’s been a nuisance since he fuckin’ arrived,” he spat, pouring himself a drink.

“Robert-”

“Come the fuck on! YOU don’t even wanna fuckin’ deal with him! He’s too stupid to see it, but I can see it clear as day! You hate spending time with him, you hate how needy he is, you can’t stand it when he touches you-”

“I don’t want him dead, Robert! Call it off!”

“No,” he responds coolly, evil smile on his lips.

“Fucking call it off!” you roar at him.

“No, because it’s easier this way. I don’t have to deal with any fucking clean up this time, we don’t have to worry about him finding us and wanting answers, and I don’t have to deal with him crying over that cunt anymore. Jesus, the fucking crying with that boy,” he mutters before taking a sip of his scotch before taking a final drag from his cigarette and putting it out.

“Robert-”

“I’d planned to be deep inside of that fucking pussy by now, and our fucking neighbors will probably be here in the next hour, so,” he huffs before throwing you over his shoulder, “I think we should get started.”

“Put me down!” you scream, wiggling and fighting against him, trying to think of any way to save Tommy.

“No, I get that you need to pretend to be angry, but I’ve waited long enough,” he snaps, continuing the trip up the steps with ease.

“Pretend?! Robert-”

“I get it, Sweetheart,” he chuckles before throwing you down on the bed and quickly hovering over you. “You still have your good girl ways and you need to save him. You need to pretend that you care enough to save him, but we both know you fuckin’ don’t,” he smirks as he rips your skirt off.

“Stop it!” you yell, trying to push him off of you.

“Oh baby, you know I only love it more when you fight me, but then again, it has been a while since I’ve had to take what I want,” he chuckles darkly.

“Fuck you!”

“Think about it, baby,” he whispers hotly against your ear as his hand travels down into your panties.

“Stop it,” you moan softly, your will to fight quickly fading and you hate how easily your body comes undone for him at this point.

“You don’t have to wake up early to drive him to school anymore,” he groans as he starts rubbing your clit teasingly “you don’t have to pick him up, you don’t have to comfort him when he cries, you don’t have to help him with his fucking homework, and you don’t have to pretend you fucking care about him.”

“No,” you moan as you feel your release coming on.

“I know baby, I know you need to hate me and that’s okay,” he moans he slides two fingers into your desperate and soaked cunt. “Be my good little girl and pretend to be angry with me.”

“So what? I’m...fuck! I’m supposed to feel special even though one day...one day I’ll end up like Samantha and Tommy?” you whimper as you cum hard. “Why do you even want kids with me?!”

“Oh baby, don’t you see?” he asks as he forces those two fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste how desperate and pathetic you’ve become for him. “Your parents, the neighbors, Samantha, my son, I did that all for you! As for our own kids,” he chuckles darkly “our kids will be nothing like Tommy. His mother was weak and he’s weak too, but you...you’re gonna be so much better for our kids,” he coos before removing his fingers from your mouth and ripping your shirt open. “Fuck!” he growls, quickly going to undo and pull down his pants and boxers.

“You haven’t done any of this for me,” you whimper, desperate for him to fill you up, and ignoring the part of you that’s relieved that you’ll never have to deal with Tommy again. Of course you don’t want Tommy dead, and you hate the part of you that doesn’t feel completely terrible, but knowing you’d never have to deal with the spawn of two Satan’s again?

That has you feeling elated.

“I know you don’t believe me and I I’d be disappointed if you did,” he chuckles darkly before thrusting himself inside of you, and gaining a loud and pornographic moan from you “but it’s true.”

“Fuck,” you moan as he starts to pump into you rough and greedy. The way you love. “Please don’t stop!” you beg, starting to claw at his back as you wrap one of your legs around his waist, and your back arches a little.

“There’s my dirty little thing,” he laughs looking down at you as you’re desperate mess beneath him, loving how he always gives you what you want without even having to ask. “Got everything I wanted for Christmas,” he grunts as his thrusts become erratic as one of his hands starts to massage one of your breasts “because all I wanted for Christmas was you,” he shouts as he shoots his load into you, you following right behind, screaming his name. “All...all I’ll ever want,” he breathes after a moment “is you.”

“I fucking hate you. I hate you for turning me into this,” you sob as you come down from your high, disgusted with yourself.

No matter what, you’re always disgusted with yourself, but it’s never enough to get you to find any real fault with Robert.

“I love how much you hate me. I love you,” he breathes as he looks at his watch. “We’ve got another 30 minutes before someone comes to tell us about Tommy, so I think we should get in one more round before we have to start pretending again, don’t you?” he questions with a devilish glint in his eyes.

You look him deep in his eyes, looking for any sign of remorse, sadness, or shame, but you see none. Instead, you see elation, greed, relief and something...soft? You can’t quite put your finger on it, but it’s not the first time you’ve seen it.

It’s in this moment that you realize that he’ll never let you go and he’ll never let you leave him.

And at this point, maybe you don’t want him to.

When you don’t respond, his wicked grin that you’ve come to desire spreads across face as he starts to move within’ you again, and you can’t stop the moan that es escapes you. “Sweetheart,” he rasps with an intense gaze on you “there’s nothing better than this. You all to myself. Don’t have to share you with anyone else and don’t have to worry about anyone comin’ between us,” he grunts as he picks up his pace and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. “Merry Christmas indeed.”

                                                      The End

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The Darker Side Of You

Mr. Freezy ~ One Shot

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I’d been contemplating this for a while, but when I read @jtargaryen18‘s one shot, Final Girl, I just felt like I had to (her writing is so amazing and so is she!). Thank you so much @jtargaryen18, for giving me feedback and being the first reader!! I’m letting y'all know now, this shit is dark and ONLY 18+. If you’re not into dark fics, please do not read this. For those of you who do, I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 9,283

Warnings: SMUT, non-con, dub-con, talks of murder, talks of dismembered body parts, blood play/kink, swearing, abuse, drinking, oral sex (female receiving) (talk of male receiving), murder planning, manipulation, read at your own risk and responsibly.

Summary: Robert Pronge has had his eyes on you for a long time. What happens when he can’t hold back anymore?

I do not give consent for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere. I do not condone any of this behavior, this is purely for entertainment purposes only.

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You had no idea that he was watching you. How would you? He was so good at lurking in the shadows and playing coy. He was so good at faking. When  your parents passed away in a car wreck, you learned that they had left you their house. Seeing as you were fresh out of college at the time, you were more than happy to move into the fully paid off house. The first person to offer his condolences?

Robert Pronge.

You thought it strange that an ice cream man could afford such a nice house in a nice neighborhood, especially with his wife staying home to watch their son, but you figured that maybe he had done well with investing in stocks. Or, perhaps, that maybe his his parents had left him their house just as your parents had left you theirs. Whatever the reason was, it was not your business.

Oh how you’d wish you had been more curious. If only you knew what was in store for you.

When Robert’s son started taking a liking to you, you weren’t surprised to see Robert coming around more. You didn’t notice when he would stare at you for long periods of time, or clench his fist whenever you would bend over to pick up a book to read his son, or the way his eyes traced over you while you made dinner whenever you had them over for dinner.

You especially never noticed him watching you night after night in your bedroom. Dancing around to Fleetwood Mac, your favorite album, as you got undressed and got ready for bed. You were also completely in the dark about about the fact that he would sneak into your house while you were asleep. Sometimes to watch you sleep and other times to get off to you asleep. If only you had known how close you’d gotten to being kidnapped a few times.

If only, if only.

**

“How lucky are you to be married to an ice cream man on a day like today?” joke to Mrs. Pronge as you wipe the sweat on your brow.

“God, it really is a scorcher today isn’t it?” she responds, turning the fan on as high as it would go. “Robert?!” she calls from the kitchen.

No response.

“ROBERT?!”

Still no response.

“I never know where the hell he goes,” she chuckles before grabbing the keys to his ice cream truck “just grab yourself something from his truck,” she smiles at you before handing you his keys. “Something for me too!” she calls after you as you practically run to the truck.

When you go to pull the door open, you aren’t surprised to find it locked. However, you are surprised at how many locks you have to go through to get the door open.

‘He really wants to keep his ice cream safe, doesn’t he?’ he think to yourself as you climb inside the truck.

As you make your way to the back of the truck, a small smile comes to your face at the thought of Robert taking his son out with him during the summer, being his little helper. When get to the freezer, they’re three more locks to get through.

‘Make a mental note to ask him about all of these damn locks,’ you think to yourself with a small laugh.

However your laugh quickly fades when you finally slide the door open and it reveals a frozen dead body inside. Before you have a chance to scream, an arm is around your waist and pulling you close, while a cloth is over your nose and mouth.

“Should’ve turned around when you had the chance, Sweetheart,” Robert chuckles in your ear, darkly, before you succumb to darkness.

**

“She didn’t say anything else? Everything seemed fine earlier, when I sent her to your truck for some ice cream,” Robert’s wife asks for what has to be the millionth time, worry evident in her tone.

“How many times do I have to tell you? She came to the truck while I was cleaning it, said she wanted some ice pops, she wanted to tip me for ‘em, ran inside her house, then she ran out and got in her car before speeding off. That was the last time I saw her,” Robert sighs, annoyed that his wife won’t just drop it.

“I know I know, I just...I hope she’s okay,” his wife sighs.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” he sighs, looking up at the clock. ‘She’ll be waking up soon,’ he thinks to himself. “I gotta go, I have to pick up that new order from Paul.”

“Why does he always give you these orders so late? It’s not-”

“I don’t know but if you wanna keep living in this nice house, I have to leave now!” Robert snaps, losing his patience and putting out his cigarette. “I’ll make sure not to wake up your or Tommy when I get in.”

He quickly made his way out of the house and got into his ice cream truck, practically speeding off as soon as the engine started.

He can’t explain what it is about you that makes him so crazy, but he knows that he needs to have you. He’s tired of waiting.

He had been waiting for years.

The first time he had seen you had been 3 years ago. He had just moved in with his little family. You had come home from college for the winter and the moment Robert laid his eyes on you, he was addicted.

You were a good girl.

Always wore modest clothes, watched her language, only brought one boy home (and Robert could tell from one look that he wasn’t satisfying you), and always did your best to be as helpful as possible.

The first time they spoke you were nothing but insanely sweet.

“Hi! My mom wanted me to drop this off for you and your family!” you beamed at Robert, holding out a pan full of lasagna.

“Oh! It’s so nice to finally meet you! Your parents have told us so much about you!” his wife gushed, pushing past him and taking the food from her.

Robert couldn’t help but stand there in a trance. He had never seen someone so...so pure. He had never wanted to destroy something so bad in his life.

“I thought that they’d be coming over with you?” she questioned, smiling at you.

“Oh, they would have loved to! However, my father is feeling under the weather, so we’re just staying in for the night. They both feel terrible though and send their apologies,” you smiled sympathetically.

“Oh, that’s awful! I’m so sorry! I hope he feels better soon!” his wife damn near cried, sympathy all over her face.

“Me too, it’s been like this for a while. Their doctor has been all backed up for a month, so we’re hoping to get him in before I go back to school, but I don’t want to dampen your holiday!” you smiled, though the tears brimming in your eyes spoke all the words you needed them to.

“Well, I’ll let you be on your way!” his wife quickly interjected. “We hope to see you all soon under better better circumstances, don’t we honey?” she questioned, nudging him softly.

“Of course we do,” Robert smiled warmly, suddenly remembering who he was supposed to be. How together he was supposed to be. “Maybe during the summer we can do something.”

He didn’t miss the way you smiled at him and he caught your gaze when you turned back to wave goodbye as you left.

The same look all women had.

He knew his scruffy and unkempt look made women who would never want him in a million years feral.

They’d seek him out in seedy bars, his truck when he was working in the park, and in the church parking lot when they were supposed to be good little housewives, praying for forgiveness about burning dinner.

Yes, all the neighborhood wives were the same, but he knew from the start that you were different. Even with the wives he forced himself on it never took much work because they always easily gave in. They only put up a fight to pretend they were good people. So they could later in life pretend they were once wronged.

So he waited and planned.

Waited for you to be desperate for him and planned a way for you to be all his.

The problem was no matter how drunk you got or how often you were alone with him, you never gave in to your desires. You’d never break up a “happy” home and you’d never sleep with someone you hadn’t been seeing for at least a month.

You were truly a good girl.

So, when your father’s sickness was diagnosed as cancer, Robert did his best to disguise his elation. It’s not like your father was in the best shape outside of the cancer, so he thought it would be a quick death. However, when he started to show positive signs a year or so later, Robert found himself back at square one.

Waiting.

That’s when he decided he’d act on his own accord.

He decided to wait until after you graduated because it was the least he could do. The middle of your senior year, your father’s cancer came back with a vengeance and, according to your mother, she didn’t think he’d last the rest of the year.

So, after graduation, Robert took it upon himself to do a mercy kill.

Your mother had always been an amazing cook and your father always spent time with Robert’s son.

Robert fucking up the brakes on your parents car was the nicest way he could speed up the process on what he wanted. At least your parents would be together.

Then the funeral came and went; you were so wrapped up in grief that you paid no attention to the adjustments made to your parents will. You had no clue that Robert had somehow managed to leave himself as the owner of the house that you would come to live in.

It wasn’t long after that, that you broke things off with your boyfriend. More grief and more crying, but Robert waited.

He’d make it all better.

When he arrives back at the warehouse, you’re just starting to stir. The most twisted grin comes to his face as locks the door and realizes that all of his fantasies are about to come true.

**

When you wake, you find yourself handcuffed to a bed and completely undressed, only left in your underwear.

‘What...Robert!’ you think, quickly remembering the last voice you heard and the last thing you saw...

“Even the underwear you wear is pure,” a deep voice chuckled.

As if on cue, Robert slowly emerges, not hiding the joy on his face at your terrified state. “Ro...Robert please,” you sob out “I didn’t see anything. I just...Samantha-”

“She didn’t know,” he chuckles “dumb cunt doesn’t know a thing about what I really do. What pays for that nice roof over her head,” he smirks, throwing his cigarette to the side. “ As for what you didn’t see, you saw exactly what I wanted you to see. So glad I waited for you to wake up this. It’s gonna be so much better,” he groans as he palms himself over his pants.

“Please don’t do this!” you cry out, yanking on the chains of your handcuffs. “I won’t say a word, I swear!”

“Oh, I know you won’t,” he chuckles darkly, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the ground. “I’m gonna make sure of that. You saw for yourself sweetheart, no one ever finds out anything. I’m extremely good at what I do. I’d tell you to go ask those nosey neighbors of yours from across the street, but they’ve been missing for some time, haven’t they?” he smirks in a sinister manner as he sets himself over you, laughing at the ear piercing scream that leaves your mouth, before caging you in between his two muscular arms. “I knew she’d send you to the truck cause it’s too fucking hot. Left that little gift there for you, so we could start this...relationship off with no secrets. So you’d be assured that no one could ever hurt you. No one but me,” he finishes as he hovers over you.

If you weren’t so terrified of what was about to happen, you would’ve been turned on. You always found Robert attractive and you were pretty certain he was attracted.

Well now you’re certain.

Robert is good looking and he knows it. His long hair, stupid mutton chop that would’ve looked horrendous on anyone else, and his body. You’d thought about what it would be like under that body a few times, but you would never act on it.

Never. He’s married.

That doesn’t seem to matter at all, as you quickly realize that everything you thought about him is a lie.

Almost in an instant, he’s on you dropping desperate and hungry kisses all over your neck and chest, while his hands work on tearing off your bra apart.

If anything were to have ever happened between you and Robert, this is the last was the last thing you imagined.

How could you have been so dumb? So naive? It’s not like you never saw him leaving the house extremely late and coming back in the wee hours of the morning. The little red dots on his shirt that you always suspected were strawberry syrup stains? Definitely confirmed as blood now.

“You don’t have to do this! No one has to know, I promise-”

“Sorry Sweetheart,” he huffs, pulling your panties down “I’ve waited far too long for you. Plus, by the sight of this wet pussy, you’ve waited far too long too long, too” he smiles up at you.

“No!” you weep, mortified at the arousal gathering between your legs. You definitely don’t want this.

“Should’ve killed your parents a long time ago, baby,” he all but whispers before licking your clit with the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t miss the gasp at the realization of what happened to your parents and the pleasure between your legs. “That’s right baby, needed to make sure I could keep you close by forever. Needed to make sure I have access to this pussy whenever I want. Such a good girl,” he groans before dipping down between your legs.

You do your best to fight the moans that leave your mouth, but he’s relentless. Bringing you off as much as he desires and letting out a pathetic moan whenever you coat his tongue with what desires most. You try to wrap your legs around him and choke him out, but his muscles make it easy for him to force your legs apart and keep them apart. He loves your fighting spirit and lets you know that when he forces two fingers inside of you, still eating you out with more energy than anyone has before, keeping his eyes on you to watch you come undone each time.

Shame and horror course through your as you come undone for him time after time, back arching as you grab at nothing since you’re still cuffed to the bed. You hate how he can make you feel so euphoric knowing all the sick and twisted things he’s capable of. The sick and twisted things he’s done.

“Knew you’d love this,” he smirks after getting you off with his tongue and fingers for a final time.

“Robert...please,” you pant, not necessarily sure what you’re begging him for.

“I don’t think you want me to stop, Doll,” he smirks, unbuttoning his pants.

“This isn’t-”

“I could hear you with that old boyfriend of yours, you never made the sounds with him that you just made for me now.”

“No, no, NO! Robert, your wife and-”

“I could kill her tonight and not lose an ounce of sleep. My son? Just collateral damage baby,” he smiles sadistically as he strokes himself. “Gonna destroy this pussy so much tonight and every other night. You’re all mine,” he huffs as he forces himself inside of you.

You cry out at the pleasurable pain, snapping your eyes shut and turning your head away.

“Oh sweetheart, is that how you thank me? Turning your head away after I got you off? After I prepared you for me?”

“Please stop!” you sob, trying to imagine yourself anywhere else but where you currently are.

“I’m done playing nice!” he yells, slapping you hard only making you cry more. “Eyes on me or me I swear to God I’ll make this the worst experience of you life!” he commands. You slowly open your eyes and turn your head towards him. “That’s a good little girl, gonna have you begging for my cock by time we’re done, baby.”

Robert isn’t gentle in his thrusts and he’s very vocal about how much he’s dreamed of fucking your tight little cunt. How he’s gotten off to at the sight of you sleeping in your silk gowns and while you dance around naked in your bathroom. When he feels you clench around him, a sick smile comes to his face.

“You like that, don’t you? Maybe you aren’t such a good girl after all,”

“N-no,” you sob out, ready to turn away but thinking better of it at the last moment. “It’s fucking sick!”

“Oh baby, the way your body is reacting to me is letting me know how much you love it. That’s okay baby, it’s okay to be a little slut,” he smirks.

Without even thinking, you spit in his face in pure anger and Robert doesn’t hesitate to slap with you full force.

You clench around him again.

“So that’s what it takes? Princess likes it rough? I can be as rough as you want me to be!”

Wrapping a hand around your throat he applies more pressure than you think you can handle, but you don’t want him to stop. You tell yourself its because you hope he kills you, but deep down in parts you’ll never talk about, you do like it.

He isn’t treating you like some delicate flower and he’s not afraid to hurt you. He’s using you like his own personal rag doll and it heightens everything for you. How could you be enjoying this? Getting off on him doing this to you? What the fuck does that say about you?

“You’re being such a good little slut for me tonight,” he whispers hotly in your ear, his hold on your throat getting tighter. “so much better than I thought you would be. Had no idea you could be so filthy,” he snarls just as the knot in your core tightens.

“I...hate...you” you gasp as you feel the knot snap and pitifully cry out in unwanted pleasure.

“Hate me all you want,” he growls as he chases his own release “but you don’t hate the way I fuck you.”

He gives himself a moment to get himself together before pulling out and grabbing his pack of cigarettes from his pants. He looks over at you as he stands up and lights his cigarette, a sick smile coming to his face as you cry and curl into as much of a ball as you can.

“Get yourself together,” he laughs as he walks off “we’re just getting started.”

**

3 Weeks Later...

The only time Robert wasn’t fucking you was when he wasn’t at the warehouse. Whenever he came back, he desperately needed to be inside you.

Especially when he was drunk.

“Never knew I could be inside someone so perfect,” he drunkenly moaned the first Friday you two spent together. “Never knew someone could feel this good,”

“Robert,” you sighed, pathetically fighting against him. You honestly didn’t know why you tried anymore. “Please, just let me-”

“Stop it princess,” he grunted, harshly pulling your hair “just let me make you feel good. We both know that I’m the only one whose ever satisfied you.”

“You murdered my parents!”

“Your father was gonna die anyway! I did him a fucking favor!”

“And my mother?!”

“They’re together! Considering what I do and how I handle things, I was pretty fucking considerate, don’t ya think, doll?” he questioned, pounding into you harder from behind. When you didn’t respond, he chuckled darkly with a small hiccup.

He knew he had you. “See Princess? I’m not so terrible.”

“You’re a fucking murder amongst other things,” you moaned, as you felt release coming on. “You’re a monster!”

“Don’t say that,” Robert moaned pathetically, before starting to trail kisses up and down your neck, his own movements starting to become erratic. “Let me take care of you!” he all but shouted as you both came undone at the same time.

You hated drunk Robert, because he almost made you forget. Forget that he was a monster and you were his little sex pet. Almost forget that he does terrible and vile things to other people just because. Almost forget that he completely fucked up your life in all the worst ways.

Drunk Robert was cautious but affectionate. He didn’t let you out of his sight, not even to use the bathroom, but he wanted to keep you in his arms. He wanted you as close to him as possible so he could kiss you all over whenever he wanted to. He liked you on his lap to watch TV on the couch in the little area he set up for you. He loved cuddling you close and nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck when he finally decided it was time to sleep.

Yes, drunk Robert was a charmer to say the least, but it all went away when he sobered up and that’s what made you hate drunk Robert the most. He never stayed long enough to let you truly forget.

When sober Robert came back, it was always with a vengeance.  

Sober Robert always made up for the affectionate actions of drunk Robert.

“You’re going to tell her whatever she wants to hear, understand me? I’m tired of her fucking crying about how worried she is about you,” he snarled, holding a gun to your head.

He had come back in a particularly terrible mood on Monday. His wife wouldn’t stop asking questions and trying to figure out if she should call the police or not, and his son wouldn’t stop whining about how much he missed you. Robert had had enough.

“Don’t try anything funny cause I’ll kill them both right in front of you, before giving you the worst night of your life, you understand?!” he questioned angrily, pressing the gun harder against your head.

You sobbed softly and nodded listening to the phone ring, waiting for an answer at the other end of the line.

“Hello?” Samantha finally answered, clearly occupied by something else.

“Hey! It’s Y/N!”

“Oh my God! Are you okay?! I’ve been worried sick!”

“I’m fine, I’m so sorry to worry you! I’ve just been so busy since I got to my friend’s place! She’s going through a really bad-” you gasped when you felt Robert force himself into you, gun still pressed to the side of your head.

“Are you okay?!”

“I’m fine, fine! Just saw a rat and it scared the hell out of me,” you forced out a chuckle to mask the moan threatening to leave your mouth. “I’m just taking care of my friend for now!”

“God, you’re such a perfect little whore,” Robert whispered in your other ear. “You love this, don’t you? She has no idea I’ve been fucking you senseless and you love it, you dirty little thing,” he coos before biting down hard on your earlobe, making you clench around him desperately and hating yourself for it.

“As long as you’re okay!” Samantha practically sang into the phone. “Tommy will be so relieved! When will you be back?”

“I’m not s-sure,” you stuttered as Robert started to bite and suck on your neck “it all depends on when she gets better from her divorce, it’s been nasty.”

“Poor thing! Well you have nothing to worry about! I remembered where your parents kept the spare key and I’ve been sending Bobby over to keep the house in order and everything! It’ll be good as new when you get home!”

“Thank you so much and please thank Mr. Pronge for me-”

“Please call him Bobby,” she laughed.

“Please thank Bobby for me when you see him,” you say, fighting the urge to scream at the situation you found yourself in. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what the hell Robert had done to your parent’s house. “I have to go now...”

“Of course, of course! Call me if you need anything!” she called before hanging up.

You knew it wasn’t her fault, because Robert was amazing at what he did, but how could Samantha be so blind? How could she not see all the clues?

It was one thing for you not to see them, you weren’t his wife, but for her to just not question anything? It made your blood boil.

That’s why you let him fuck you senseless that night. You hated the situation you were in and you hated that she was so clueless to it all. You had come to the conclusion that she preferred to stay in the dark about as long as it kept a roof over her head, which was a huge part as to why you were trapped in your current situation.

Robert loved to tell you that out of all the women he fucked in the little suburban area you both called home, your pussy was the best he had ever had.

How the fuck could she be so blind to all of it? There’s no way she didn’t see the side looks, hear the snickers, or know the little giggles in passing were at her expense.

No, she had to know and she just let it happen. She let what was happening to you, happen.

You knew you’d never be able to physically hurt her, because you didn’t have it in you, but letting Robert fuck you like his own personal sex toy? You knew it would kill her to her core, so it all started to become easier.

Well...to an extent.

It was easier when you allowed yourself to forget who he was, what was happening, what he did, and what he was doing.

But what you heard at the beginning of the week made it all come to a halt.

“I don’t ask you for shit!” Robert almost yelled from outside of the room he kept you in when he business partners over.

“I’ve told you almost a million times,” another voice responded, a bit deeper and slightly exasperated “I don’t kill women and children!”

“Listen Kuklinski,” Robert started in a warning tone “I can’t do it myself, I’ll have too much heat on me!”

“I’m not killing your wife and son, find someone else who’s sick enough to do it!”

“I’d do it for you!”

“Lucky for you, that’s something I’d never ask of you,” the man responds, venom dripping in his voice.

You hear heavy footsteps retreating and a frustrated Robert yell and slap a wall.

He fucked you until you were too blissed out to talk that night.

That was when you decided that enough was enough. To kill you or his wife was one thing, but his son? You would never be able to deal with that.

“You need to let me go or kill me,” you sigh after your latest porn session with Robert, waiting for the camera to be tucked away.

His sick smirk slowly appearing as he lights a cigarette, “what makes you think I’d kill you?”

“I honestly don’t know what you’d do, but this can’t keep going on. Your wife-”

“Watch it,” he warned.

“Your wife will grow suspicious the longer I’m away. You either need to kill me or let me go back home. I won’t say anything and it’s not like anyone would believe me anyway. Not with how you have everyone fooled,” you sigh, laying back down, forcing yourself to ignore the disgust you feel towards yourself.

You’re literally the sex slave of a crazed serial killed, who clearly had no boundaries. You have even, in a way, become okay with it. Yeah, he’s terrible, but he’s all you have at this point. Waking up to a bed that isn’t empty? Pretty fucking nice, even if the guy sound asleep and holding you is a complete monster.

“Is someone mad because I had her fooled?” he snickers, getting on the bed and hovering over you, cigarette still in his mouth. “If I kill you, I can’t fuck this beautiful little pussy anymore, or that tight little ass.”

“A real fuckin’ Greek tragedy,” you reply as you roll your eyes.

“You really hate it here that much?”

“Are you fuckin’ stupid?” you shoot back at him. Your fear of him had almost completely disappeared.

Ever since he fucked you while holding a gun to your head while you spoke to his wife, which is something he really got off on, you can’t find it in you to give much of a fuck anymore.

He’s clearly crazy and doesn’t give a fuck about much, that includes you.

“You leave me in here all day, half the time I’m tied up, you feed me garbage, I haven’t been outside for weeks, all I have to keep me company when you’re gone is a fuckin’ TV and radio, the only conversations we have is when you talk about the frustrations of your work days as you aggressively fuck me, you killed my parents, and you’re keeping me isolated from the few family and friends I have left. Yes Robert, I fucking hate it here,” you huff, your glare finally meeting his gaze.

He throws his cigarette down to the ground (and you pray it sets the whole place aflame) before he starts to stroke himself. “You know that there’s nowhere you can run and hide from me, right?”

“I would never be dumb enough to believe that,” you moan as he forces himself into you.

“You talk to anyone and I’ll snap that pretty little neck of yours. Understand?”

“Perfectly,” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he starts to pick up the pace.

“So fuckin’ responsive to me and you just want me give you up,” he groaned, before stopping. “Wrap your arms and legs around me, baby.”

“Robert, what the fuck-”

“Christ, just fuckin’ do it!” he snapped. “If this is my last night having you here, I’m gonna do what I fucking want.”

“Isn’t that how I ended up in this shit hole in the first place?” you mumbled, but do what you’re told none-the-less.

You let out a reluctant moan when he stands up, pulling you closer to him and further down on his cock, and he snickered. “You’re still gonna deny that you don’t love my cock being inside you?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you huff, annoyed that you can’t hide anything from him. Especially when he’s inside of you. You also hate the fact that after only 3 weeks with him you’ve learned a few things about yourself that you don’t like.

“That mouth,” he smirks “you’re not afraid of me anymore, huh?”

“I’m terrified of you, but what’s the point? No matter how much beg or how good I am, you’re still going to do whatever you want at the end of the day. So what’s the point of mincing words? If you’re going to do whatever you want to me anyway, I may as well make it well known how much I hate you for ruining my life. Ruining me.”

“I’m giving you back, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, we’ll see how that comes back to bite me in the ass,” mutter as he opens the door. “Where the hell are you taking me?”

“You’ll see,” he smiles in a way that makes your stomach turn.

Robert never let you out of that room. He has the place where he keeps you set up like an apartment, so you never see what goes on. You hear what goes on and the plans that get made, but you’ve never actually seen it. When you turn your head to look behind you, you can’t stop yourself when a high pitched scream leaves your mouth.

A bloody stone basin with dismembered body parts. Fingers, arms, legs a severed head....why the fuck would he-

Then it hits you like a ton of bricks.

“Fuck no! You can’t be that fuckin’ sick!” you yell, turning your attention back to him with what you’re sure is the most horrified look on your face.

“Yes I fuckin’ am,” he smirks as he sets you down on the edge of the basin “and I have a feeling you’re gonna love it.”

You cling to him as if your life depends on it out of pure horror and you hear him chuckle.

“Just let yourself enjoy it, Sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear before starting to pound into you.

“I fucking hate you!” you cry out, eyes clenched shut.

“I know you do,” he groans “and I love it.”

Robert wraps a bloody hand around your throat and you grip onto him tighter, nails digging into him as he fucks you harder with each pump. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you slowly open your eyes. You’re mortified at the site of blood all over you, all over the counter top, and body parts everywhere. You look down in the basin only to be met with lifeless eyes.

You’re living a real life nightmare.

‘How is the guy who gets drunk and tells me how I’m the only person who makes him feel something other than anger and hate, the same guy who can ruthlessly murder and dismember people? No matter what they’ve done...they can’t deserve this...can they?’ you think as you feel the knot in core start to tighten.

“Fuck,” you breathlessly moan.

“There’s my good girl, I knew you’d love this,” he smirks before biting and sucking on his neck.

‘How can he be soft with me, then go out and do this? Why am I being spared?’ you continue your inner monologue, trying to fight off your orgasm.

“Stop fighting me!” he growls, tightening his hold around your neck.

“No, I refuse-”

“Refuse what? Cause so far, you’ve taken everything I’ve given you and you despite what you say, you fucking love it!” he snickers, pushing harder into you, hitting the mark that drives you insane.

“I hate it and I hate you!” you moan, finally giving in and letting your orgasm wash over you.

“Doesn’t feel like you hate me all that much, Princess,” he sighs before claiming your lips with his.

That almost makes you stop in your tracks. Hes never kissed your before. Sure, on your neck and legs, but never your lips. That’s forbidden and unheard of, for both of you, because there’s unspoken rule that that’s crossing a line.

When you both break away, breathless, there’s something in eyes that’s new. Something that you’ve never seen before and you can’t place your finger on it. “I told you: tonight, I’m gonna do what I fucking want, and you’re gonna stop being such a bitch and quit fighting me,” he spat before slapping you, hard.

You hate that he knows how much you love that.

But you don’t stop him. You don’t stop him when fucks and chokes you so hard that you’re crying. You don’t stop him when he makes you admit that you love the roughness of it all and truth of what he does, and you don’t even stop when he makes you admit aloud he’s the best fuck you’ve ever had.

You let him get down on his knees and ruin you with his tongue. The feeling of his stupid mustache on your overstimulated bundle of nerves always had you screaming for him. He fucked you with his tongue and fingers until your will to fight him was gone.

“Fuck Robert,” you moan gripping his hair still trying determine if you want him to stop or to keep going.

“That’s right Kitten, purr for me,” he mumbles between your legs, smiling at view of you being a wrecked mess above him.  

You whine in frustration when he gets up and pulls you off the counter top, only to have him roughly turn you over and bend you and thrust himself inside of you.

“Should’ve set the camera up for this,” he grunts as you grip onto one of his thighs. “All bloodied up and all mine!”

“I’m not yours,” you whimper, feeling the build up of what you know is going to be a powerful orgasm. ‘Bastard.’

“The way this perfect little body is responding me, I know you’re all mine!”

“Never! I..fuck, I..SHIT!” you scream, orgasm consuming you to the point your legs almost give out.

“Say whatever you need to to make yourself believe you’re still a good little girl,” he chuckles darkly in your ear, his own movements starting to get erratic “but we both know that girl no longer exists. You’re just a filthy little slut. My filthy little slut!” he yells, as he fills you up with his warm seed. “You...you may claim to hate me,” he pants after a beat “but we both know you’ll never stop wanting me.”

**

4 Months Later...

You sit on your (well Robert’s) front porch and look out at the street in front of you. Just like everything else in your life, its lost its beauty. You can’t remember the last time you saw beauty in anything. Maybe Robert’s son, when he greets you as he leaves for school each morning, but even that’s tainted, because he’s Robert’s son.

The first few weeks after you returned, you couldn’t sleep. Part of that was out fear, and the other part was that you were alone. You hated him for that. You hated him for turning himself into a sort of comfort for you. As much as you hated him, and you’re sure you’ll hate him forever, you also miss him in a way. You mainly miss drunk Robert, but unfortunately that’s still him at the end of the day.

Finding work in your field was basically impossible, and you were more than sure that had something to do with Robert, but you didn’t stop trying to find something. You wanted more than anything else to move out of your parents house and out of New Jersey. You wanted as much distance as possible between yourself and Robert. He had ruined your family home for you.

So, as the nights and days turned into each other, you tried to find things to keep your mind occupied. Your parents had left a fair chuck of change and it was all that was keeping you afloat at the moment. It did help that Mrs. Pronge brought you meals every chance you got, but every time you saw her, you wanted to wring her neck. She was every bit as responsible as Robert, as far as you were concerned.

Finding things to occupy your mind turned into going out. Going out turned into bar hoping. Bar hoping turned into meaningless flirting. Meaningless flirting turned into drunken make-outs. Drunken make-outs turned into you bringing men home for drunken sex.

You kept knives by your bed, just in case they turned out to be Robert Pronge 2.0, but that didn’t matter. You never let them stay, because none of them ever satisfied you. After Robert, how could they? No, he had ruined other men for you and you knew he knew it.

He ruined everything for you.

So, you started to just leave it up to yourself. Sure, it wasn’t as great as the real thing, but it was more satisfying than anything else.

That’s when he returned.

“You missin’ me, Kitten?” Robert asked, sly grin on his face, as he entered your room. Interrupting you right before hit your climax.

“W-what are you doing here? Get out!” you yell, not caring if you wake the neighbors.

“I should be pissed at you, you little slut. All those guys you brought into my house,” he muttered darkly, slowly making his way over to your bed.

“Your house?! It’s MINE!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he taunted, undoing his pants “someone didn’t read the fine print. This here is mine, Kitten.”

“There’s no fucking way they left this place to you! They’d never do that to me!”

“You’re right, that’s why I had the lawyer change the will,” he chuckled.

“Leave me alone!” you practically cried, hating that you couldn’t just get him out of your life for good.

“I can tell by the way you were moaning my name a few minutes ago that, that’s not what you really want.”

“I hate you so fucking much,” you sobbed, despising the little bit of relief you felt when he got on your bed.

“I know you do, baby. I know you do.”

You let him fuck you senseless that night. As ashamed as you were, you weren’t going to fight it. What was the point? He had complete control over life at that point any way. It’s not like you hadn’t tried to kill him when he held you captive (which he loved), but that clearly hadn’t worked. He fucked up great work opportunities for you and he owned your parent’s home. All the fight you had left in you was gone. It just turned into bitter rage and hatred towards everyone who wasn’t you.

Robert came to see you almost every night after that. When he doesn’t you hated him. When he doesn’t come home at times, you worried and you hate him for that too. No matter what, you always hate him.

No matter how “good” he is to you, you hate him.

“Hey Y/N,” Samantha smiles, as she makes her way up your porch, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Hey Samantha,” you smile, though you force yourself not jump on her and beat her to death. “What’s going on?”

“I was wondering if we could talk for a bit?” she questions, smile still on her face but sadness very present in her eyes. “I don’t really feel like there’s anyone else I can really talk to and-”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, come in,” you smile, leading her into the hell you called your home. “What’s bothering you?”

“I know you tend to stay out of and away from gossip, so I felt comfortable talking to you. I know....do you have anything to drink?” she asks, taking a seat at your kitchen isle.

“I have juice, water, tea-”

“Any whiskey?”

“I have that too,” you laugh softly, before pulling out of the cabinet. “Whiskey huh? This must be bad,” you sigh with fake sympathy as you pour her a glass.

“I have been married to Robert for 6 years. Now, I know we didn’t get married under the best circumstances, I was pregnant and it’s what you do, but I did love him. I do love him. I have tried everything in my power to make and keep him happy, but I just...I know he’s cheating. I know he’s cheating on me with almost every housewife in this stupid little town. But I love him,” she sighs, finally meeting your gaze, tears in her eyes.

That had you feeling a very small sense of sympathy. “Oh honey, you can’t be sure-”

“Yes I can. He’s gone almost all the time and when he comes home early in the morning, he smells like sex and expensive perfume,” she cries, taking a sip of her drink. In that moment, you’re happy you hadn’t put any on for the day. “We fight about it almost all the time and last night...he put his hands on me last night. We’ve had a lot of arguments, but hes never put his hands on me. I just don’t know what to do!”

“Sweetheart, I know you love him, but have you considered leaving him?”

“I can’t do that to Tommy. That boy thinks the world of his father and I can’t tear him away like that. I can’t shatter his world.”

“You shouldn’t let him put his hands on you.”

“I just...has he said anything to you? I know he was helping you by working on your car for a while.”

“No, we didn’t really talk much,” you say, looking away.

That wasn’t a lie. You didn’t talk much. Not unless you were begging him not to stop fucking you.

“I don’t know, I’ll figure it out. I just really needed a friend and to vent. Thank you,” she smiles, finishing her drink before leaving out.

You sigh before laying your head down on the isle and closing your eyes.

‘This is why we always avoid married men’ you think to yourself.

“She gone?” Robert asks, coming up and out of the basement.

“Yeah, she’s fucking gone,” you sigh, running a frustrated hand through your hair.

“I got all of the blood of that shirt, you’re welcome.”

“I don’t owe you a ‘thank you’. If you’d stop fucking me in the warehouse then you wouldn’t have to keep getting blood stains out of my clothes.”

“You love it though,” he smirks wickedly.

“No, you love it. It’s fucking sick.”

“That’s not what you were saying last night. If I remember right, you were the one asking me for me to turn you around, so you’d be facing the severed legs.”

“I’d rather look at anything other than you!” you snap.

“Awh, is somebody in a bad mood?” he taunts, slowly making his way over to you.

“It’s not enough tat you’ve ruined my life? Now I have to listen to your wife cry about you cheating on her all the damn time?”

“I can take care of her, you know. Make it so you never have to see her again,” he coos, wrapping his arms around you.

“I don’t even care anymore,” you say, letting yourself sink into the feel of him. “You’re clearly the one running the show.”

“Don’t fucking say that. I’m clearly not. You’re alive aren’t you?”

“To be your sex pet and take her place.”

“It’s not even remotely close. I love you, I don’t love her.”

“You don’t love me either,” you scoff. “You love the feeling my pussy and asshole give you. That’s not love, that’s lust.”

“I do-”

“You don’t love anything. Not even me, you just find comfort in me. I can accept that, it’s fine. I’m not looking for anything from you. I never would,” you moan as you feel his lips on your neck.

“Whatever makes you feel better,” he almost whispers. “I can get rid of my son too, ya know.”

“Leave Tommy out of this. He shouldn’t die because you two can’t get your shit together.”

“I can make it up to you. Give you your own little Pronge to take care of.”

“If I was pregnant with your child, I’d fucking abort it.”

“As if I’d let that happen,” he growls lowly, wrapping his hand around your neck.

“Knowing you makes me wish I was aborted, there’s no way I would give birth to something you put inside me, knowing it would grow up to feel the same way I do.”

“Such a fucking bitch,” he mutters menacingly into your ear, tightening his hold on your neck. “But Samantha...?”

“Do whatever. I hate her almost as much as I hate you, if not more,” you respond with a desperate sigh, grinding your ass against him.

“Fuck, I might just fuck you right next to her dead body,” he groans as his other hand forces down your skirt and panties. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d fucking love it. I’d suck your dick so good to thank you,” you moan, leaning your head back into the crook of his neck, the thought of him choking the life out of her making you wetter.

“Shit, I love this side of you,” he sighs as he practically whimpers, pushing two fingers into your soaked folds. “The darker side of you.”

~~

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Drag Me To Hell

Part 3

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Shoutout to @pagesoflauren for encouraging me to choose violence, and post a  chapter for 2 different stories tonight! (You’re the best ❤️). Honestly, this story has been done (mentally) since Halloween, but I think I just need spaces when I'm posting something this dark lol. Your favorite terrible and murderous couple are back with more bullshit, too much sex, and some fluff! Sorry this is so damn late, but I hope you all enjoy!!

Warning: Smut, Swearing, Drinking, Violence, Murder, Abuse/Fighting, Mentions of Suicide, Cheating, Vulgar and Explicit Sexual Content, Dialogue Heavy, Dark Elements, Mentions of Gun Use,...Fairly sure that’s it.

Word Count: 4862

I do not condone or support any behavior or relationships like this. This is purely for entertainment purposes. I do not give consent for any of my works/stories to be posted anywhere else.

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“You and that fuckin’ mouth,” Robert grunted, driving quicker than usual to Victoria’s house. “I told you to behave.”

“We both know it’s no fun when I do,” Victoria snickered, biting her lower lip.

“You can’t do shit like that when I’m working, I fuckin’ told you that!”

“Who’s he gonna tell? He’s dead. He went out like a little bitch too. Jesus, all that screaming,” Victoria scowled.

“None of that matters. These jobs have to be clean and discreet. That means no sex and blowjobs. What if you had gotten blood on you? Under your nails? You don’t fuckin’ think!”

“Baby, I’m sorry! You just get me all worked up when you’re working,” she whimpered, rubbing her hand over the crotch of his pants.

“What the fuck am I gonna do with you?” he groaned, hands gripping the steering wheel tighter.

“You can always leave me home,” she snorted, removing her hand from his crotch and stroking the side of his face.

“So you can punish me for a quickie? I think the fuck not,” he muttered, swatting her hand away.

“Aw, someone misses me after being without me for a while,” she teased.

“Don’t fucking start that shit!” he snapped as Victoria just let out a loud laugh.

As much as he hated taking her along with him, he also loved it. The whole thing started with her just asking questions. Had it been quick or did he draw out the process? Did the person cry a lot or did they try to die with dignity? What had he used? (she always loved when he used his hands)

Eventually the questioned started to drive him crazy and he started taking her with him to the meat warehouse. He was nervous at first, but that all dissolved within the first five minutes of her being there. She was fascinated and exploring the limited rooms, asking questions, and completely ignoring the soon-to-be dead man crying and begging for her help. After that, he was addicted her being there, and she was addicted to going.

However, with her excitement came her lustful desire for him. What made it worse was that he could never turn her down. He knew how unprofessional it was, and he knew he had a job to do, but those fucking eyes. Whenever she looked at him through her thick lashes, especially when she was on her knees, it always made him go weak. How the hell was he supposed to tell her no? Sometimes he was able to keep her at bay until he was done, but most of the time she got her way while he was in the middle of the act.

He didn’t understand what about the whole thing drove her so crazy, but he also didn’t care. She made it all somehow feel normal. Like he wasn’t so terrible for doing what he does. He had already come to terms with the fact that he was going to hell, but he wouldn’t lie; it was nice to not feel so damn alone all the damn time. No, he’d never actually tell her that she was the closet he had ever felt to whole, but he knew he didn’t have to. She already knew it.

“You do this every time we get to your house,” Robert muttered after they had been parked for a while.

“I fucking hate it here.”

“Then fucking leave.”

“If it were that simple, I would. Besides, I’m not giving that smug prick any satisfaction. He knows I’m fucking someone else and it kills him. His pain brings me joy and I’ll live in that for as long as possible.”

“You still fuckin’ him?”

“You know better. Only you,” she smiled at Robert. “It causes issues, but I hate the feeling of him. On me or inside of me. Makes me sick. I’ll take the fights and arguments if-”

“I thought I told you to stop letting him hit you!” Robert snapped, annoyed that he hadn’t noticed any bruises or scars. Damn makeup.

“Not as easy as it sounds,” she sighed, finally getting up. “You need to sleep and I have work in the morning.” Huffing, she took off her panties and handed them to him. “You more than earned these tonight,” she smirked.

“Fuckin’ trouble maker,” he muttered, grabbing them out of her hand and taking a deep sniff of them before putting them in his pocket. “ I gotta be away for a couple days, but I’ll come and see you when I come back.”

“Robert!” she protested.

“Don’t start that shit! I’ll see you when I get back and you’ll keep your fuckin’ legs together until I do. Don’t forget what I told you, Sweetheart.”

“Yeah yeah, while you’re out fucking whoever you want, right? This is bullshit.”

“What the fuck is with you lately? You’ve been so fuckin’ moody!”

“Nothing,” she sighed “I’ll see you when I see you.”

“Victoria-”

“Bye!” she snapped, slamming the door to the ice cream truck.

“Fuck!” Robert yelled, slamming his hand down on the steering wheel.

He watched her cross the street, not in any particular rush, before turning on his truck. He was about to pull off when his irritation got the better of him. For the last few weeks she had been...strange. Not angry but always irritated. Never really moping but there was always a faint lingering presence of sadness. He cursed himself for even giving a fuck, but her not being herself bothered him more than he cared to admit.

He turned off his truck and lit a cigarette, looking into her house through the open window of the living room. Something was wrong and was determined to figure out what it was.

**

“Look who finally decided to show up,” James slurred before finishing the rest of his drink.

“Why don’t you go out anymore? The house is much more pleasant when you aren’t here,” Victoria muttered, kicking her shoes off by the door.

“I was on my way out when the phone rang, it was your boss.”

“It’s clearly not something good so just spit it out,” she sighed as she made her way into the kitchen. Whatever it was, she’d need a drink to handle the rest of the night.

“He told me about your disruptive behavior at work.”

“What? I haven’t done shit.”

“You’re fucking some ice cream man that comes to your job? Parks across the street from the building during lunch hours. He said you’re sneaking him into the building after hours.”

“Now how would he know that?” she smirked.

“The fucking janitor saw you two!”

“Oh? Then he’s welcome.”

“You’re not even gonna deny it?! Of all fucking people?! A FUCKING ICE CREAM MAN?!”

“He’s more of a man than you’ll ever be,” Victoria snickered, making her way back into the living room and grabbing the remote to turn on the TV.

“WE’RE NOT FINISHED TALKING ABOUT THIS!” he roared, throwing his glass at her, that she dodged just in time. “I HAVE GIVEN YOU-”

“You’ve given me what?! Debt?! Headaches?! Bruises?!”

“I’ve provided for you! Given you a roof over your head! I buy-”

“You forget that I’m not one of your little whores you meet at clubs,” she laughed coldly, putting her own glass down. “You work for your daddy, who literally provides every thing for us cause you’re a weak little shit. You think I don’t know how your daddy had to bail you out before you met me? Cause of a brainless investment you made? I know that you’re still paying him back and I know that he paid the bills last month! You’re not as slick as you think you are! Jesus! How did you ever manage tricking me into this life?! Tricking me into thinking I love you?!”

“The same can be said for you, honey” he smiled cruelly. “Out of all the bitches I could have scored-”

“Not with that 5 inch dick” she scoffed.

“Fucking whore!” he yelled throwing the lamp at her, just missing her.

“Fucking dick!” she screamed back, throwing her drink at him.

Before long, they were having another all out brawl. Nothing that wasn’t common for them. He slapped her, she punched him, he tried to choke her out, and she beat him repeatedly with her heel. It was a regular fight until he got a knife from the kitchen.

“I swear to God I’ll kill you tonight!” he yelled, pressing her against the wall.

“You’d be doing me a fucking favor!” she spat in his face before kneeing him in the groin, causing him to drop to his knees and drop the knife. “You stupid fuck! You didn’t think that one through did you?! Try a bit harder you ignorant fuck!” she yelled, straddling him and holding the knife to his throat. “I have dreamed of murdering you so many times!”

“Then you should’ve done it!” he coughed, before wrapping his hands around her throat and squeezing as tight as he could.

“Victoria?! Vic, open the fucking door!” Robert yelled, pounding on the door.

Victoria was trying her best to attack James but her vision was starting to blur and she was starting to lose consciousness. While she had no problem dying at an early age, she refused to die by James’ hands. Just before she succumbed to the darkness, she felt a sudden rush of oxygen and her throat almost instantly felt relief. She coughed and fell backwards into the wall, while catching sight of Robert continue his assault on James out of the corner of her eye.

“How does it feel you stupid cunt?!” Robert roared, kicking James in his rib cage again.

“Robert stop,” she coughed out, trying to regain her composure.

“You fucking prick! You put your hands on her?! You tried to fucking kill her?!” he yelled, continuing his assault.

“Robert...” she trailed off as she stood up, “Robert stop,” she pleaded as he stomped on James’ chest. Once she could focus on her balance, she made her way over to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. “Not here, not like this,” she stated softly.

He froze almost instantly in her hands. “You’re not staying here tonight.”

“Okay, I’ll grab some things and we can go,” she breathed, limping to the bedroom.

She didn’t take long; only grabbing her cash and some clothes before making her way back out into the living room.

“So you’re gonna choose him over me? After everything?” James questioned as he finally sat up, blood coming from his mouth and face.

“After you just tried to fucking kill me?! Yeah, I’ll take him over your dumb ass any day. Fuck you!”

“You’ll come back,” James snickered, spitting blood out of his mouth “you just wait and see.”

“There won’t be anything for her to come back to,” Robert promise before ushering her out of the house.

They made their way to his truck in silence, Robert making sure not to walk too fast because Victoria was limping. When they got inside, she instantly threw her bag in the back and looked out the window.

After driving in silence for the first 5 minutes, Robert finally spoke. “What the fuck did I tell you? What would have done if I hadn’t showed up?” he growled, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

“Don’t, okay? I don’t fucking need it right now.”

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“What fucking set him off like that? He almost killed you. What the fuck happened?”

“The janitor at my job. He told my boss about me sneaking some ice cream guy in and me fucking him in my office. Obviously, when I came home late tonight, he put 2 and 2 together.”

“You’re gonna need to get rid of that notebook tomorrow. It needs to be the first thing you do when you go into work.”

“What?”

“Get rid of that fucking notebook. The one with all the damn drawings. Sneak it out, burn it, rip it up, whatever. Just get rid of it. Also, when you go in tomorrow, make sure all your scars are visible.”

“What are you getting at?”

“Just do as I say,” he stated as he pulled into the parking lot of a hotel.

Too tired and sore to think on it anymore, Victoria just nodded and gathered her things as he parked. When they got inside, Robert gave her name as the guest, but paid for it with his own money. That caught her completely off guard.

When they finally got to the room, Robert instructed her to take a shower and wash herself off while he made a phone call.

While in the shower, she thought about his actions and what he had asked her to do. She knew Robert would never come right out and tell her that he loved her, but she had to wonder if this was his way of saying it. If it was his way of saying that he belonged to her just as much as she belonged to him.

After she got out of her shower and dried off, she opened the door to the bathroom and caught the end of his conversation.

“I don’t care how hard it is, I want that mix by next week! It’s not a fucking request!....Listen, have that shit ready or you’ll fucking regret it!” he warned before slamming the phone down. When he heard her come out of the bathroom, his eyes roamed over her. “Take off your robe and get on your hands and knees on the bed,” he growled.

Victoria didn’t ask a single question, she just did as she was told. Before she could get comfortable, Robert had his mouth on her pussy and two fingers in her ass. “Fuck,” was all she could moan out at the pleasurable sting.  

As he took turns assaulting her hole and clit with his tongue, Victoria squeezed her eyes shut and tried to hold on a long as possible. Gripping the satin sheets in her hands, she moaned his name loudly as she came apart all over his tongue. Even though she was lost in a daze, she felt him cleaning up the mess she made, before she heard him unzip his pants.

“You’re all mine,” he groaned, keeping his two fingers in her ass. “I don’t like when my things are damaged or abused,” he confessed before thrusting into her.

“Robert!” she screamed, not having fulling recovered from her first high.

“You’re mine, do you get that? Do you get that no one is allowed to touch or look at you without my say so? You’re my fucking girl! Tell me you get that!” he growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair while fucking her faster and harder.

“I get it, baby! I belong to only you!” she screamed.

“I’ll make that fucker regret ever thinking of putting his hands on you,” Robert huffed, his movements becoming erratic. “Gonna need you to come soon, Princess,” he groaned.

“Any...anything you want, baby,” she moaned before clawing at the pillows and shouting his name, cumming hard all over his cock.

“That’s my good girl,” he grunted, releasing his hot seed deep inside her.

After riding out both of their orgasms, Robert stayed inside her for a moment and committed the moment to memory, before pulling out and collapsing beside her. Their labored breathing being the only sounds that filled the room, they both laid there and just stared at the ceiling.

“Do you love him anymore?” Robert asked simply, eyes not leaving the spot on the ceiling he had focused on.

“My husband? I don’t think I ever loved him,” Victoria admitted, laying her head on his chest. “It was all out of convenience.”

“He’ll never lay a fucking finger on you ever again. I promise.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Don’t worry about what I do, just follow the instructions I give you. Understand?”

“I understand,” she said simply before closing her eyes. “I’m tired, baby. May I sleep now?”

“Rest up, sweetheart. You’re gonna need all your strength,” he cooed, running his hands through her hair.

As Victoria started drift off, she started to feel more secure in her...well, feeling more secure in whatever she had with Robert. She’d do whatever she needed to keep him safe, and she was starting to believe that he’d do whatever he needed to do as well.

**

Victoria sat in her office, paying little mind to pile of work on her desk. It had been two weeks since she had seen Robert, and a week since the death of her boss janitor. It had been said that her boss had a heart attack, and the the janitor had committed “suicide” by hanging. She couldn’t find it in herself to really dedicate any energy to work, because she just didn’t give a damn anymore. A heart attack? She knew that was bullshit. She heard Robert demand a mix that night and she knew what that mix could do. She had seen it a handful of times. As for the suicide, she just had to laugh.

Her new boss wasn’t any better than her last, but at least he minded his own business. Made a habit of being sexist only at lunch and right before he was leaving. She started having fantasies about killing him after his first day.

“Mrs.-”

“Just call me Victoria,” she smiled at the receptionist in her doorway. “Oh, are those for me?” she questioned, eyeing the gorgeous bouquet in the receptionist’s hands.  

“They are Mrs...Victoria,” she nodded, placing them on the desk. “Looks like your husband feels pretty bad.”

“Or he’s bored,” she laughed dryly, taking the flowers.

“i just...I’m really sorry about what happened,” the receptionist said softly. “I know the men here are real assholes and they make it impossible for the women who work here, but to have to go home and deal with it...I’m just so-”

“Hey,” Victoria called softly “it’s alright. I didn’t go down without a fight. Listen, don’t ever let anyone give you a hard time. Especially men. Don’t let them think they own you. Always stand up for yourself and take shit from no one. You understand?” she asked sincerely.

“They just-”

“They’re just men. They break just like the rest of us. They only treat us like shit because we let them. The next time one of them grabs at you in the elevator, slap em. Cuts you off mid sentence? Keep talking and talk louder. Don’t let these assholes jerk you around. I didn’t get to where I am because I let men bully me around, you’ve got stand up to them. It’s the only way.”

“You’re right. I know you’re right...I’m gonna do better. I’m gonna stand up for myself. Thank you, Mrs... thank you, Victoria,” the receptionist smiled before walking out.

Victoria smiled to herself, feeling a bit of pride, before turning her attentions towards the flowers. She saw the little envelope peeping out between two pink roses. It simply read, ‘Secret Admirer’

Victoria squealed in delight and quickly pulled the envelope and ripped it open. Tossing the envelope aside, she opened the little card and giggled at the note inside.

‘Miss me? Wear that dress I love tonight and no panties, I have a special surprise for you.’

Victoria hugged the little note close to her chest, smiling hard as she thought about what awaited later that night.

**

“You stayed away for 2 weeks. Don’t do that again,” Victoria practically snapped as she closed the door to Robert’s car.

“You know why I had to. We’ve gotta keep you out of trouble.”

“When do I get to go home?”

“Probably by tomorrow night,” Robert smirked before pulling out of the hotel parking lot.

“What did you do?”

“It’s about what you’re gonna do.”

“Robert,” she warned.

“What? It’s not like you’re getting into heaven anyway,” he laughed darkly.

“Don’t fucking say that!”

“Oh come on! Even if you hadn’t been doing all the shit you’d been doing before, you can’t actually believe all that shit is real!”

“I clearly do if I haven’t wrung anyone’s neck yet,” she scowled.

“I guess we’ll test that theory tonight.”

The car ride was filled with jokes about her boss’ death and questions of what he’d been up to for two weeks. When he told her that he filed for a divorce from his wife, it Victoria to a level of excitement that she had never reached before. Because of that, he got her off 3 times before Victoria realized he was taking her somewhere he hadn’t taken her before.

“Really? After everything, this is how you decide to kill me?” she huffed, crossing her arms.

“What the...why would I be killing you?” he scoffed.

“Well, why the hell else would you be dragging me out into the middle of nowhere?”

“I told you that I have a surprise for you.”

“Baby-”

“Either way, I will take care of you,” he stated sincerely as he pulled up to an abandoned house in the middle of the woods and turning off the car.

She eyed him cautiously before nodding and getting out of the car. He covered her eyes and directed her where to go, before leading up a small stairway and unlocking a door.

“Surprise!” he sang into her ear before uncovering her eyes to reveal a tied up and badly beaten James.

“Robert...I...”

“You like it?”

“I love it!” she beamed, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him deeply. “Is this why you stayed away for so long?”

“Yeah, none of this can be traced back to you, cause you haven’t seen him in two weeks.”

“For me? You did this for me?”

“I’d do anything for you,” he practically whispered into her ear.

“Do I get to watch you-?”

“No, I get to watch you.”

“Wait...what?”

“I told you that we’ll test out your theory tonight. What would it take for you to commit a murder? For you to go against what you so strongly believe?”

Victoria was silent for a moment before she spoke. “You. You’d have to be in danger.”

“Well, what do you think will happen if you don’t do this? I’ll go to jail for good. I only stay out of jail and off death row if you do this,” he smirked, knowing he had her.

“Robert, I-”

“You can’t do this for a reason,” James coughed out “you still love me!”

Victoria grabbed a fire poker that was against the fireplace and smacked James in the knee with it. “Shut up! One way or another, you will die tonight! This has nothing to do with love, so stop being stupid!” Victoria spat at him.

“See baby? You can do this,” Robert cooed, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “You just need to push those silly ideas-”

“They’re not silly!” she protested as Robert chuckled darkly in her ear.

“Either you want me or you want Heaven,” he pressed, pulling her closer to him so she could feel how excited he was for her. “Either way, I will take care of you,” he sighed against the shell of her ear. He temporarily removed his hand before putting it back with something extra in his hands. “You have to decide how you want this relationship to go,” he finished, pressing the side of a cold metal gun against her stomach.

“You’ll take care of me either way?” she asked breathlessly, taking the gun out of his hand.

“I will always take care of you,” he promised, slowly pulling the bottom of her dress up, until he had full access to her bare pussy and sliding two fingers into her soaked folds. “I’m starting to understand why you get so worked up when you watch me work,” he snickered.

Victoria closed her eyes and moaned before opening them and setting her attention on James. She thought about all the hell he put her through. All the lies, beatings, cheating, and humiliation. Then she thought about Robert. Yeah, he was obviously a great fuck, but he made her happy. He understood her, he made her feel normal, and he took care of her. He knew he’d do anything for her, just like she’d do anything for him.

“Fuck it,” she muttered, as Robert kissed along her jawline and started to rub her clit a little faster “drag me to hell.”

With that, she shot James twice in the chest and once in the head. She stared at James’ lifeless body, feeling both a happiness and calm that she should’ve felt ashamed about, but she just couldn’t. Why should she? It had been something she had wanted for such a long time, and it had finally happened. Plus, she had Robert and she trusted him. He’d take care of her as long as she took care of him.

That night, they made love on the floor, right in front of James’ body. Robert didn’t stop until she was spent, almost instantly falling asleep on the floor. He carried her to the bedroom and tucked her under the covers, before going back out into the living room and taking care and disposing of James. Victoria had the best sleep of her life that night, for once unafraid of what the future held.

**

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