Chapter 349: 349/ A Cold Knife to His Dick
Chapter 349
Jake’s point of view
Her brows knitted in intense shock and gloom, and I felt her body relax for seconds due to the impact of the scandalous words inside her mind. I completed the attack, raising my head slightly from the rough floor, my eyes challenging her dread:
"And I told you in explicit terms who I was, Julie... and you looked at me with your melting, already closed eyes and said in a panting tone... You are Daddy, fuck me violently, Daddy, and possess my body!"
Her chest shook with rapid, hysterical breaths as if she were suffocating on her air, and she shouted in a rampant, echoing, and dark anger that attempted to crush and breach my truthful words to deny the sin with all her power:
"I was completely wasted because of the cursed liquor, vacant of awareness and discernment, you filthy, cursed rogue! I didn’t know, for heaven’s sake, what was exiting my mouth or what was being pulled from me! You exploited my helplessness and drunkenness to empty your sickening lust in me!"
With a swift, sudden movement like a burning thunderbolt descending from the sky, she moved the knife in the blink of an eye from my neck and plunged down with it to place the sharp silver blade with harshness and direct pressure over my naked dick. In that cursed, fatal second, my limbs froze completely with a panting dread, the blood stopped abruptly in my veins, the breaths were severed in my throat, and my pupils dilated from the intensity of pure panic and fear for the honor of my manhood being severed by the hand of this lunatic!
My jaw clenched with extreme violence until my molars almost shattered inside me, and I said in an overwhelming, trembling terror, a broken voice that had lost all its courage:
"What... what are you doing, for God’s sake and the sake of this cursed madness?! Get the knife away from there right now, Julie! This isn’t a fucking joke!"
She bent her head toward me closely, a cold, dead, and psychopathic smile etched upon her convulsed lips as she said in a fatal, terrifying calmness that froze the blood in my cells:
"I am going to completely castrate you and sever this cursed thing tonight with my blade, Jake... so you can rid yourself of your filthy lust forever. Won’t this bloody show be enjoyable and entertaining? I will enjoy hearing your screams."
I felt beads of sweat as cold as ice pour profusely from my forehead and the sides of my face, and I shouted in a voice completely choked with panic and the panting dread ripping through my chest:
"Julie... I beg you, for heaven’s sake and everything that is sacred! Stop and back down right now! You are not truly aware and do not know the consequences of what you are doing right now against me and against yourself!"
She secured the sharp blade firmly over my sensitive, frightened skin, pressing with a threatening lightness as she said with wide eyes gleaming with madness:
"I know exactly what I am doing, with precision and total awareness, Jake... and nothing will prevent me from cutting off your depravity."
I could no longer endure it; every single ounce of masculine pride or stubbornness I had lived with throughout my life evaporated and vanished because of the direct, threatening position of the knife against my member and my irreplaceable manhood.
My throat opened in a roaring, terrifying, echoing, and violent scream that rang throughout the house in a hysterical panic, shouting:
"Steve! Steve, come here quickly, for God’s sake, and save me from this lunatic! Steve! Hear me!"
A loud, hysterical, mocking, and continuous laugh launched from between Julie’s lips, filling the corners of the room with rampant gratification and dark gloating. She said in a toxic sarcasm that twisted her features:
"Scream with the loudest voice you possess, you coward... Steve left and departed for his work at the restaurant a while ago already and locked the door behind him! We are entirely by ourselves, completely isolated inside this house, Jake, and no one will hear your screams to rescue you from between my hands!"
In that fleeting, fatal moment, I felt something heavy inside me and in my pride break and shatter completely without return. The last shred of faint hope I was holding onto with trembling fingers to survive death and castration evaporated, and the thought that my friend Steve was here and could push the door open at any moment and rescue me from the hand of his terrifying, psychopathic sister vanished entirely into the hell of the harsh, bitter reality.
I swallowed my saliva with a bitter, agonizing pain that cut off my breaths, and said in a highly shaken, exhausted, and broken tone, appealing to her core:
"Julie... listen to me, you are a good girl inside and you are not a lunatic or a murderous criminal to do this monstrous sin to me and stain your hand with blood..."
She cut me off with a coldness as harsh as death, tilting her neck with sharp mockery as she said:
"Didn’t you say yourself previously and with mockery that I am crazy, complicated, and vacant of emotions?! I am actually executing your cursed view of me right now!"
With a nerve-wracking, cell-slaughtering slowness, she began to rotate the tip of the sharp, pointed blade, passing it in light, threatening, circular movements over the sensitive skin of my dick. My entire body jolted with violence, dread, and a fatal thumping. I proceeded to kick with my feet and my tightly bound thighs, desperately attempting to displace the thick leather belts from my back and adjust my posture, while I remained completely helpless due to my paralyzed bulk, surrendering to the mercy of her fatal blade, which was as cold as ice.
My jaw clenched with absolute oppression and I said in a faint, raspy, and panting voice:
"Forgive me... I apologize for everything and for the filth of yesterday... please forgive me."
She fixed her harsh eyes on mine, saying with a coldness and a voice like stone:
"Highly difficult... rather, impossible, Jake... your apology came far too late."
I shouted in a sharp spasm as the knife moved:
"Leave my dick alone, Julie, for God’s sake... get this blade away from me right now!"
Her sharp tone rose and escalated with black malice and fatal fury as she said with bulging veins:
"And why exactly should I leave it alone and have mercy on it?! Wasn’t this sickening, base piece of trash filthily and brutally invading my pussy yesterday?!" She fixed her fierce green eyes on my terrified face and completed, "I have every right now to cut it off with my own hand!"
I ground my teeth, the burning heat scorching my veins and arteries in terror and panic of her next movement with the blade:
"Julie... enough madness and hysteria, for God’s sake... enough!"
In that fatal second, she bent her face lower until her nose almost touched my nose, a terrifying, psychopathic smile etched upon her red-glowing lips, and she said in a low, terrifying hiss that harshly fanned my naked, cold body:
"I will verify myself right now... that you will never use it again in your life with any other woman after today, you scoundrel!"
[This Chapter is to thank you, Shawnnie. Thank you for your golden tickets! I was so happy with your six tickets..... that I wrote two Chapters just to thank you. Thank you for your wonderful support. You truly inspire me to continue writing.]
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