The moment I saw the skeletons littered across the ground, I suddenly remembered the three graves we'd passed by on our way here and a sense of dread filled my heart. I had a creeping suspicion, but I didn't want to accept that it could be true. However, when I thought about everything she said since we arrived, I felt like it was the only possible answer.
When I finally worked up the courage and asked her which family members the three gravestones near the entrance of the mansion belonged to, she put on a warm smile and told me they belonged to her parents and elder sister.
She went into detail about how she personally killed them because they didn't truly love her for who she was. She explained everything to me merrily like she was reminiscing about memories she was fond of. She put on a joyful appearance when she explained how she meticulously tortured them in various ways. Listening to her explanations, I started to lose all faith in humanity. I prayed for it to be a lie to test how committed I was to her, but her serious face left me thinking otherwise.
When she finished recounting everything, she asked me with her terror-inducing, unblinking eyes, whether I truly loved everything about her. Of course, I couldn't find it in myself to love her after I heard what she personally did to her own flesh and blood. How could anyone possibly love such a monster? However, I was certain that if I answered incorrectly, I'd very likely end up like the poor saps over there, left as nothing more than a meal for her pet rats.
With such thoughts in mind, I stiffly nodded my head forcefully as the words, "I love every aspect about you" escaped my dry cracked up lips. My throat was similarly parched and the inside of my mouth was devoid of all saliva. I found it very difficult to utter a single word, but I still somehow managed to voice the lies I instinctively knew she desired to hear from me the most.
At the time she said, "I'm glad. I'm really truly happy you can still say that. You're the first to say that after being told about my parents and sister. Every single one of those two-faced bastards just called me a monster and tried to run away. I'm glad I didn't need to use this, this time."
She pulled out a gun from her purse and shot a lovely, or should I say spine chilling smile my way. She tossed the gun to the side, approached me, and when she came to a stop directly in front of me, our lips locked together. It was the worst kiss I ever had with her, but she looked extremely content with it like she felt she was really loved and treasured by me.
I thought I was in the clear when we reached that point, but without my notice, she'd pulled out a taser from her purse. Before I realized anything fishy, I'd collapsed into her embrace powerless, unable to move a single muscle. When I looked at her thinking she'd deceived me, she merely chuckled quietly and stated she still wanted more proof that I was being truthful and that I really loved her.
I was horrified, I shouldn't have let my guard down. All sorts of crazy thoughts rushed through my mind at the time and I thought for sure I'd be tortured to test my 'love' for her. However, contrary to what I thought, she stated she was only taking precautions in case I tried to run or pull something on her while she performed her so-called test of my love.
She laid me down on the ground and pulled down my pants and told me that if I truly loved her, I should still be able to get a hard-on even in a situation like this. Naturally, I nearly coughed up blood from her insane twisted approach for a test of love. She really expected me to be able to pull off such a grand feat after everything she'd just done to me?
I felt like I'd been completely checkmated. There was no way in hell I could really forcefully produce such an impressive result. After all, I was dealing with a monstrous psychotic freak of nature who had her eyes locked on my Johnson, who even looked like she'd cut it off if I were to fail her little test.
No, my Johnson was the least of my worries back then. If I failed her so-called last test, she would definitely have killed me and I wouldn't be alive today to tell the tale to begin with.
The only thing I could do back then was to feebly look her in the eyes and struggle to tell her it would be very difficult without a bit of a helping hand. Since I knew my life tethered on the edge between life and death based upon whether I could get a hard-on or not, I steeled my resolve and closed my eyes. Boy, that was definitely a line I never imagined I'd ever have thought in my life if not for meeting her. To have one's line hang on the balance and depend on whether you could get a stiffy was definitely not a story I ever wanted to tell anyone I knew.
Anyways, with her understanding, she lent a hand with the biggest moral dilemma of my life. I closed my eyes and imagined the most erotic scene I'd ever seen. I did something absolutely horrible, but necessary, I forgot about the girl who'd lent me a hand and self-deluded myself into thinking she was another woman. I forcefully shoved all the irrelevant information that would block my path to survival and I let nature take its course.
When fully erect, I heard her giggle gleefully and also heard when she stood up. What followed was the sound of her clothes falling to the ground. The sound was very distinct and perhaps heightened thanks to having my eyes closed. I could tell she'd only taken off her mini skirt when she straddled my waist as the feeling of the pair of familiar bare, silky soft legs were pressed up against my sides.
She rested the palms of her hands against my chest and the rest after that was a complete blur. It was a traumatizing event after all. It wasn't something I'd think back on fondly and get off to. Just thinking about the fact that she was in the mood to monkey around where the dead were watching sent chills down my back. She practically put on a show for all the rats and maggots in the background that watched us with their curious beady little disgusting eyes glued to every one of our actions. I could only imagine how unsanitary it was with the entire floor littered with rat feces and dead maggot carcasses.