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Kink
by
Nikki Sex
Genre: Erotica |
~ Synopsis ~
Emily Malone snuck into my life,
slipped under my skin, and right into my heart. Little did I know that danger
and death tagged along with her, following in her innocent wake.
I’m always in control – but not with
her. Emily makes me doubt myself, because she’s so important to me. Emily knows
nothing of the lifestyle. I know she’s submissive, but I must take it slow.
Gradually, step-by-step, I’ll teach her
to enjoy my particular brand of kink, my unique darker needs. She’ll learn to
love what I love. What I need.
That is if both of us live long enough
to complete her training.
~ Excerpt ~
I can’t move. I’m
dying.
For an instant, I
imagine someone finding my body. Will birds gather to peck at me? Is that how
I’ll be discovered? By someone attracted by unusual animal activity?
For a moment I
consider who might find me. Will it be someone I know? I can almost hear them
yell, “Holy shit, that’s Paul Jarman!”
An excruciating spasm
assaults me. My lungs seize. My body convulses. Internally, every part of me
screams. My mouth falls open – but instead of shrieking, only a soft hiss
issues from my throat, heralding my agony and despair.
The sound is pathetic.
Is that tiny utterance the last noise I’m capable of making before I die?
There’s no one nearby
to hear me, even if I’d been able to scream.
I’ve never been so
alone.
I’ve also never felt
such unbearable pain. Time stops. There’s only this one eternal moment, the
agony of now.
I’m twenty-six years
old. I’m too young to die. I’ve been an idiot most of my life. I’ve been an
asshole… but just recently, I’ve learned so much. Everything has been coming
together. If I live, I really think that I can make something of myself.
But I’m not going to
live.
Inexorable pressure,
like the invisible hand of some cruel giant, pushes down hard on my chest. No
air! Each breath I take becomes more and more difficult. Wow. Is this what it
feels like to be starved for oxygen? As a Dom I like breath play. It’s kind of
karmic to be on the other side.
But I sure as fuck
don’t get an erotic thrill from this.
I’m dizzy. My vision
tunnels. The physical pain fades, but sadness stabs at me. This agony of heart
and soul is intense. It’s worse than any bodily torment.
I have so many regrets.
My biggest sorrow comes
from the thought of losing Emily. Not only losing her, but leaving her. Not
being there for her. My one pure and perfect joy has come from Emily. I’m so
grateful that I’ve had her in my life. She’s taught me so much.
If only we had more
time together.
My sweet girl will be
distraught. I can’t imagine how she will deal with my death. With all that I’m
enduring, the thought of her pain is more than I can take. I forcefully shove
the reflection away. I wish I could protect her from this.
Blood continues to
pump from me. I feel its warmth flowing onto my chest. I’m floating in a mental
haze. As I near death, I enter a strangely comfortable state of philosophical
delirium.
Is it better to
kill…or to be killed?
What if you took
another person’s life by accident… say perhaps, through a moment of incompetent
or distracted driving? That would create a burden of guilt that you’d have to
live with for the rest of your life. It might even drive a person to suicide.
Premeditated murder
assumes that one’s conscience is reconciled to committing such a sin. Once
reaching that point, guilt and regret wouldn’t be an issue.
What about an
impulsive murder of passion? Can one honestly justify killing another by
pleading temporary insanity? Would a temporary loss of control lessen the
burden of guilt afterwards? Even if someone still died by your hands?
But I’m not crazy. My
actions didn’t result from temporary insanity. For me, it was pure animal
instinct.
I killed on purpose.
As my life drains
away, I smile because I know that if I had the chance, I’d do it again.
Committing murder is one thing that I don’t regret.
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About the Author ~
Nikki Sex writes sexy contemporary romance, often involving a bit
of kink. She's a sucker for Happy Ever After endings, so no matter how dark my
stories get, fear not! It always all works out in the end.
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