A Taste of Copper [NSFW]

“Help! Help me, oh god!” The screeching tore into his ears, surely damaging the gentle sense. Plummeting, his first slammed against her cheek.

“Shut up,” he growled, slowly unzipping his pants she so wildly clawed against. One hand held her against the metal dumpster firmly, the other slowly slithered up her bare leg. Her lips trembled, whimpers escaping shakily. His gaze slowly lifted from the hem of her dress to her beating chest to her stricken eyes to her neck. He licked his already slick lips.

He caged her with his arm and body and her shoulders and limbs quivered uncontrollably. His breath lingered over her face with the vague smell of gun and copper, mocking her.

“This won’t hurt, lover.” Her eyes lit up in fear, the moon finally pulling itself from around the building. He reveled in the shine in her eyes.

He lifted her, her body almost falling to the wet ground, and then pushing her back against the dumpster, he shoved into her with force. She screamed out, her lungs shut down by the pain. She shook even harder, matching his own shuddering breath.

The dark stranger leaned closer with an open mouth and she pulled away. Abreathy chuckle fell from his lips as she held the air in her lungs, paralyzed in the moment.

The stranger lunged into her neck, teeth baring down on all but unbreakable skin. He bit down hard, blood beginning to dribble its way down the soft skin of her throat but he lapped at it with his tongue. His hand wandered to her mouth to silence the gasping squeals. In between each fear filled plunge, he sucked in a gulp of the bitter liquid. The taste of pennies ensued.

Her yelping continued beneath his fingers, now damp from breath. He took one last violent slurp before letting her fall to the cold concrete. She gasped up at him and remained stoic, tucking his shirt into his pants.

“You shouldn’t’ve caught my eye.” He passed the blame as the body below him convulsed. The holes in her neck continued to drain what little blood remained. He finally grinned as her tight grip drifted down from his pant leg. One final exhale and her eyes rolled backward. He pulled the bottom of her clinging dress down around her thighs and smoothed it.

“Can’t have you looking sleazy, dearest.” Taking one last, lingering look… he turned and left as the moon slid behind a cloud.

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