Isabella's Point of View
The moment hit me; I had always wanted to kill him to know how it felt, to burn his body without a trace and disappear after giving him the ride of his life. "So why am I hesitating?"
I stared intently into his eyes with the knife in my hands, wanting to stab him, but I couldn't; that was the first time I flinched during a kill. My hands fidgeting as I approached him.
"Why are you coming at me with a knife?" He asked, crawling backwards on the bed, his heartbeat was probably moving at a mile per hour as he was being pushed to the brink.
"I'm sorry, but you know my secret." I said, a subtle tear dropping from my eyes until it reached my lips.
"What is this feeling? Am I in love with this mysterious man?" I thought, as the salty, sour taste hits me.
"Love?" I thought.
Love was like a fairy tale to me, the sweetest thing people call it, but it was nothing more than a game of control where the one who loved the least had the higher stakes of winning.
To be able to control a leash is out of the mind of the other, owning and possessing them.
Every detail, every action is being controlled. I once fell in love with a man who used me, and when I was done being useful to him, he wanted to disappear from my life.
"No, it can't be love." I thought, shaking my head as I started laughing hysterically. Alex was plunged to the wall on his knees, staring at me like the psychopath he didn't know I was.
I dropped the knife and jumped at him, pulling him to the bed. I ripped off his shirt and unbuckled his belt, pulling down his trousers at such an unimaginable speed.
The lingerie on me was short and tight; it had no meaning to me. I picked up the knife and slowly tore up my dress as I sat on his face.
"Eat me." I commanded, with a knife in my hands.
I could feel the tension flowing through his body while I sat on his face, constricting his breathing while still enjoying the intense sexual pleasure.
The way he made his tongue wiggle in between my thighs made me feel lightheaded as I moaned like the maniac I was.
After hitting his face with my cum the second time within five minutes, I stood up and walked to the glass window. "It's lust." I whispered, smiling effortlessly.
While love was a leash, lust was a blessing of eternal pleasure for those with the right senses. Everything was clear to me now; he was nothing more than an agent of sexual pleasure to me.
"Do you know what you are?" I asked him as he lay on the bed, catching his breath while breathing heavily.
"I... I don't." He stuttered for the first time since I met him. I guess I am back in the game as the predator while he remains the prey.
"You're my sex doll starting today." I said, staring at him coldly while he sat there with a mixture of fear and anxiety etched in his face.
Killing him won't be fun without the chase. I walked towards him, sniffing his body, taking in all the lavender floral notes that brimmed from his clothes.
I crawled on top of him, whispering, "Hundred days."
"Hundred days?" He repeated his voice laced with confusion and fear.
"I won't own you, possess you, and have you all to myself for just a hundred days." I said, stopping the moment I shot his face, sinking my gaze in his, causing him to gulp hard.
"I don't understand you." He said.
I stood up from him and paced around the room, all this lust and pleasure I wanted to enjoy for a hundred days, then I killed him, tearing him to pieces, causing every limb and muscle to be torn apart.
"For a hundred days, I want to be the only one close to you. I want to be your wife for Judy hundred days." I repeatedly turned to look at the glass walls reflecting my image and desires.
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Alex's Point of View
I gulped hard; her words sent shivers down my spine while her actions ripped my soul out of my body. "Who is this woman?" I thought.
"Being my wife for a hundred days?" I whispered to myself. All my life I've never once thought about getting married.
Marriage was a sham I didn't believe in; it was a plot to tie one down to live a wretched life while wasting all your resources to make the woman happy.
But why do I feel like I want to try this with this mysterious woman? I had barely known her for a week, and I can't control my feelings around her, nor can I dictate what's going on with me.
"What would happen after a hundred days?" I asked, still fidgeting from all the intense happenings that almost ended my life.
"You would both disappear into oblivion." She replied earnestly in a serious tone.
The way she said it with such seriousness cracked me up, and I smiled a little for the first time since I entered the room.
"Fine, but I have my own conditions too." I muttered anxiously.
In three months I would probably be tired of the whole relationship, so if a woman can drive me this wild, why not enjoy her a little more while I conduct my business as usual by the side?
"This is going to be fun." I thought.
"What's your condition? She replied with her voice filled with intent and curiosity.
Everything boils down to this. A man having a sexual toy in his bedroom all day without spending a dime is the greatest deal a man would ever make.
And here I am on the verge of creating that loop in my life.
"I wonder how shocked Faith would be when she finds out I'm getting married." I thought.