I know, Carl. You just want pussy no matter the age.
“Undo your pants and let me get acquainted with you.”
He does as I ask and when he pulls out his thin noodle dick, I try my best not to laugh. No wonder he turns to prostitutes and unwilling patients, the man’s got nothing down below. He’s even hard, clearly not impressive.
“Oh!” I say excitedly, “look at this cock. I can’t wait to have it choking me.”
He grins and leans back further in his seat. Stupid fucker. I’ll be lucky if the fucking thing reaches my throat. I’ve slurped ramen thicker than him.
I lean forward and wrap my small hand around him, choking back a laugh as my fingers meet. I spit down onto his head and begin to jack him off, there’s no way I’m sucking him off without a condom because this fucker likes to stick his little friend into just about anything.
“Is this how you like it?” I ask him.
“Oh yeah,” he groans.
“Would you rather I go slower, faster, or what if I was saying no?”
“Huh?” He’s only half paying attention.
“Yeah,” I lift my head up and stop my movements. “Do you prefer me unwilling? Isn’t that what you do with the girls you rape in your office?”
His eyes widen and then his eyebrows crash together in immediate anger.
“What the fuck did you say?” He growls.
There he is.
“I said,” I tighten my hold around his toothpick dick. “Don’t you like sticking this itty-bitty cock into unwilling participants?”
He grabs a fistful of my hair, bringing my face away from his dick, and I swing my fist into his nose. He’s not expecting it and the spray of blood lands all over my face.
“What the fuck?” He yells, releasing my hair and grabbing his nose with both hands.
“Dr. Ignis has been a naughty boy,” I tsk and pull my knife from my pocket, switching open the blade. “Let’s play a game. I’ll ask you questions and for every wrong answer I get to stab you.”
“You’re a fucking lunatic!” He screams and reaches for the door handle.
“Wrong answer.” I sing-song and stab him in his side.
“Stop!” He pants, gripping his side.
“How many girls have you raped?”
“Fuck you!” He spits, and I wiggle in my seat with excitement.
“Another one!” I squeal and stab him in his thigh. His scream of agony washes over me and I moan at the sound.
“Stop.” His words are a bit slower. “You will be going away for a long time.”
“How many girls did you threaten after raping them?” I point the tip of my blade at him.
He watches it warily and reaches his hand once again for the door handle.
“Stop it.” His bloody fingers slip on the metal.
“You’re not going to be truthful, huh?” I snicker. “Looks like I’m wasting a perfectly good night.”
Before he can say anything else, I stab the knife through his throat, and watch as he tries to get a grip on it, choking through his blood.
“When you get to Hell, Dr. Ignis, warn the devil I’m coming.” I pull out the knife and coat my hand in the blood.
I press my blood-soaked finger to his forehead and hum as I draw the Reaper’s scythe.