CHAPTER 26
IT'S RIDE OR DIE
Seyren's POV
Saan nga ba nagsimula ang lahat.
How did her confidence of owning me started?
When did she start dominating me?
Honestly, it's kind of inappropriate but it all started when I was 17 and she's 23 years of age.
"Coming!!" I shouted as I heard a knock on my door.
Leaving alone in this condo, I expected to meet Neome, who's my only friend, to be the one knocking aggressively on my door.
Yet when I opened it, I saw none other than Azara, looking so flustered yet reek of alcohol.
"What are you-" I was about to ask her but she cut me off. Pushing me away from the door and locking it to herself.
Her aggression caught me off guard yet I didn't complain.
"Fuck, Seyren, how dare you to leave me alone like that? You promised me you're not leaving!" She growls, pinning me to the wall with her hand wrapped around my neck.
"I missed you too, darling" I teased.
Living with her and manipulating her mind into thinking I'm the only one she has, she looks pretty messed up now and I anticipated that moment.
I knew the moment I distanced myself from her, she'll be the one looking for me.
Now it seems she's the one chasing me.
This manipulation is what we call "Breadcrumbing"
"Missed me? You missed me? You wouldn't have to if you didn't just leave me and you didn't even say goodbye? Why? Are you trying to find someone else?" Her eyes glistened with tears.
She punched my arms and tightened her grip on my neck while er eyes darkened.
"Stop fucking messing with me, Seyren. Stop fucking my mind!!" She said, her tone was deep and authoritative.
A tear ran down her cheeks, it says she's in pain. A pain I love seeing.
It was amusing how soft she is towards me. Her hand on my neck loosened, her tears ran down her cheeks and she leaned in, burying her face onto my neck.
"Seyren, please come back home. It's so lonely in that mansion."Â She begged like I expected. I smirked, loving the way she act and embraced me.
Remind me again who's older and supposed to be much stronger.
I think I'm lost e.
I think she's the younger one by how she act.
It's pathetic.
And oh I love her pathetic side.
"Oh baby, I'm afraid I can't do that. I have school stuff you know. I'm in college, you are in the acting industry. Maybe it's time for us to be separated." I love triggering her trauma.
It's giving me the control that I wanted, just like right now.
She may have her hands wrapped around me literally, I have her soul, heart, mind, and body wrapped and dance around my palm.
"No, please, don't leave me. I cannot live without you." The sound of her begging makes my heart beat at a rapid pace.
I didn't know why but I hate it.
So I ignored it.
I'm a devil after all.
Emotions are not a thing to me.
It didn't exist in my world.
Right?
I'm right...
Right?
Oh fuck it!
"Let me stay here tonight, please" she murmured like a child, clinging on my nape and hugging me tight.
I agreed, why? I don't know.
But I'm glad I did.
Because... fuck!
My first time with her was the best thing that happened to me.
Lalo akong naging obsessed sa kanya.
Love? That's bullshit.
I'm obsessed with her.
Too obsessed that I have to seek therapy.
Of course not for how I behave.
It's how all of me wanted her.
All of her.
Every FUCKING bits of her.
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The room was enveloped in darkness, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon filtering through the curtains.
I lay still on the bed, pretending to be asleep, my breaths slow and measured. Azara was next to me, her presence a comforting heat beside me.
I felt her stir, the sheets rustling softly as she moved.
Her fingers brushed lightly over my chest, trailing down my stomach in a teasing caress that sent shivers through my body.
I fought to keep my breathing even, every touch making it harder to maintain my facade of sleep.
Her fingers traces on my chin down to my neck, chest and stomach. It's making me feel hot and my manhood twitch.
"I'm gonna give you reason not to leave me." She mumbled seductively, kissing my earlobe.
Her hand slid lower, fingers wrapping around my manhood. The sensation was electric, and I had to bite my lip to stifle a groan, my cock hardening.
With her hand wrapped around on my dick, I feel it twitched.
It was painful as it kept on growing right inside my pants.
She gave me a few slow strokes, her grip firm and teasing. I could feel her shift beside me, her breath warm against my skin as she positioned herself.
"Fuck, you're so big" she commented, pulling my pants and boxer off. My dick sprung free, it was 7 inches long.
She straddled me, her thighs warm and soft against my hips.
The tip of my cock brushed against her slick entrance, and I felt a rush of anticipation.
Secretly opening my eyes, that's when I noticed she's naked already.
Her newly shaved pussy was glistening, making me want to insert my dick inside of her and just fuck her all day and night long.
Slowly, she began to lower herself onto me, the initial tightness making me gasp silently.
Inch by inch, she took me in, her body enveloping mine in a heat that was almost unbearable.
"You're mine, Seyren. All mine." She said with authority, pleasuring herself with the used of my dick and her hands caressing her large breast.
I could see her nipples hardened.
Her movements were deliberate, slow at first, as she adjusted to the feel of me inside her.
Each downward thrust made me feel her more acutely, the sensation of her tightness and warmth driving me wild.
"Ughh fuck Seyren, you're so big mmhh~"
She began to ride me with a steady rhythm, her hips moving in a way that made it difficult to keep up the pretense of sleep.
"Ughh shit!! Ahhh!"
I could hear her soft moans, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Her hands rested on my chest, her nails lightly grazing my skin.
"Are you enjoying this?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.
The contrast between her feigned innocence and the way she was riding me made the experience even more thrilling.
"Ughh Seyren, fuck it~" She's tight and hot and fucking wet for me. Her walls clenching and squeezing my dick inside of her.
She rode me for a few moments, her eyes teared up and as I peeked, I saw my dick soaked with blood.
I struggled to maintain my composure, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I tried to keep my reactions in check.
The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but I relished the feeling of her riding me, her movements growing more urgent as she chased her own climax.
It was indeed surprising that she took this opportunity to ride me while thinking I'm asleep.
I created a dirty little whore who would not hesitate to ride me.
She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against my chest, and her lips near my ear.
"I know youâre awake," she murmured, her voice a mix of desire and challenge.
"I know you want this. Fuck, Seyren, how big are you?"
Her words sent a thrill through me, and I couldn't hold back any longer.
Opening my eyes, I smirked and hold her waist.
"7 inches and still growing, how about my little slut? Giving her first to someone who's sleeping? That is so inappropriate, you know" i tease my voice rough with need.
I saw her face flushed the same time her walls tightened indicating she love the way I degrade her.
"Get off of me, love" I commanded, eyes glaring and piercings through her soul. Her darkened eyes softened, a mixture of disappointment and fear was seen.
"But-"
"Get off" I growl.
She obeyed without a word, laying down beside me with teary eyes.
I stood up, taking off my pants and throwing it somewhere across the room.
"God, your pussy's bleeding. Are you even sure you can take this?" I scoffed, facing her and seeing her femininity dripping blood on my white bedsheet.
"I-I can take it... Just please take my first." She said, her voice sounds helpless and pathetic. It turns me on even more.
"Good," I replied, smirking and moving closer.
I positioned myself between her legs, feeling the heat emanating from her core.
"This pedophilia, you know? I'm only 17"
"Who cares about age, besides, you're not my lover." I just chuckled.
With one hand, I guided the tip of my cock back to her entrance, the sensation of her warmth making me shiver.
I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers in a teasing, demanding kiss. My hands roamed over her body, savoring the way she responded to my touch.
As we shared a heated kiss, my hand massages her breast, pinching her nipples and playing with it.
"Youâre so beautiful and eager," I murmured, my breath hot against her ear.
"Do you know how much I love seeing you like this, greedy, vulnerable and too fucking possessive?"
Her body arched towards me, her hips moving in a silent plea for more.
"You want me that bad, huh?" I asked with a teasing tone, she nodded and I wasn't satisfied with it.
"Talk, you little slut. You want me so bad, right? You want me to fuck you without a mercy, right?"
"Yes... So please... Please," she whimpered.
"Donât tease me and wreck me already."
I grinned, feeling a surge of power.
"You want it, donât you?" I asked, my voice a blend of control and seduction.
"You want me to use you, to make you beg for it."
"Yes," she moaned, her voice desperate.
"I need you."
I pushed forward, slowly entering her again, feeling the intense heat and tightness surround me.
"Ugh fuck, Seyren!"
Her gasp was a delicious mix of pleasure and relief, and I could see her body trembling with every inch of my intrusion.
I started to move, my thrusts deliberate and forceful, driving her towards the edge.
"You're so tight, love. You take me so well"Â I praised, my voice rough with desire.
"So perfect, so responsive."
"Ahhh! Mghh~" Her moans grew louder, her body writhing under my control. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear.
"Tell me how much you love this," I demanded.
"Tell me how much you need me."
"I love it so much," she cried, her voice filled with desperation and ecstasy.
"I need you, Seyren. I need you so much, ughh!!."
"Good girl," I growled, increasing my pace.
"Ahh fuck!"
"God, Azara, you're so fucking tight." I moaned, feeling the pleasure building up on my stomach.
"Seyrenahh~ shit..." Holding her legs close, I spread it even wider, hugging it even as I thrusts my dick deeper and harder inside of her.
Seeing her knuckles turned white as she gripped the bedsheet makes me feel so arroused.
With her being a mess, a triumph smile washes over me.
"Ugh Seyren!! Take it s-slow-ahh!!" Her moans were music to my ear, sending me to this heaven I never knew it exisit.
"Youâre going to cum for me, arenât you? Fuck, scream my name again."
Her body tensed, her eyes squeezing shut as she neared her climax.
"Yes," she sobbed.
"Iâm going to cum. Please, make me-ahh Seyrenahh~"
With a final, powerful thrust, she shattered, her body convulsing around me as her orgasm hit.
I felt her muscles clenching around my cock, her moans echoing in the room, and I continued to drive into her, prolonging her pleasure.
As her breathing steadied, I slowed my movements and pulled out gently, holding her close.
Collapsing on the other side of the bed, I try catching my breath. I'm all sweaty, my dick is covered with her cum and here I am, still hard and didn't even get the chance to hit my orgasm.
Am I complaining? No.
"Maliligo na naman ako ng dahil sa'yo." I said with my deep voice as I held her close.
"That's your fault for leaving me... I'm going to live in my own house, you better come when I ask you to." She said, as if she was giving me a warning.
"What if I don't want to?"
"I'm going to fucking cut your dick"
"Then do it..." I challenged her. I know she can and she would if she's allowed to.
"No, not until it reaches 10 inches." She teased back, sitting up and trying to move her legs but failed miserably.
"Fuck" she murmured, I heard it clear and loud.
"Having a hard time moving your legs, lovely?"
"Y-yes." I scoffed, sitting up and looking at her.
"I'll take care of you."
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"Damn, have an amazing family... Too bad you're a fucking dumb shit." I murmured, facing the young man's corpse lying face down on the floor, his back riddled with stab wounds.
The knife was embedded in his head, and I tied a Ken doll and a Barbie doll to his hands.
On the floor, I drew a heart with hid blood, and inside, I placed a framed family picture of the him.
Leaving a few photos of the Nun and the Priest, a stark contrast yet one of the reason why they were killed.
"I hate liars, but I hate those people who act and love toxicity." I murmured, walking out of the house like nothing happened.
Outside, I met two pairs of eyes, one is from a someone I'm expecting and one is someone I don't even know.
Meeting the pair of familiar eyes, that person drove away. I walked on the other side, hiding behind the shadow.
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"Who's the good girl, hm? Who's my good girl? Is it you, hmm? It's you!" I talk like a kid while changing my child's diaper, using a playful tone and exaggerated expressions. I tickle her gently, and she bursts into a fit of giggles, her laughter filling the room like a sweet melody.
Her wide smile is truly music to my ears, a sound that I can never get enough of. Each time she laughs, my heart softens inexplicably. Maybe theyâre rightâwhen a psychopath starts a family, they soften towards their child.
"Who got the perfect blue eyes? Is it you? Yes, itâs you! My baby got blue eyes, hmm, momma Sev is jealous, hmm hmm~" I pouted and pretended to cry, my exaggerated expressions making her laugh even more. Her laughter was infectious, and I found myself smiling wider.
Her eyes were wide open, filled with curiosity and wonder. Her tiny arms reached out as if trying to grasp me, her fingers flexing and stretching. Her legs were kicking energetically, wriggling around like a little worm salted, full of life and vigor.
"Momma?" My head lifted when I heard that familiar voice. I turned to look out of my child's room, and there she wasâthe woman who had given birth to my daughter.
Her eyes were the first thing I noticed, as always. I was mesmerized by their deep blue color, a shade that seemed almost unreal.
"Is it too fast? I'm okay if she calls me Tita or at least Ms. Valencia," I said with a smile, trying to bridge the gap between us. She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, her posture casual yet guarded. Her gaze shifted between me and our child, her expression unreadable.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her tone neutral but with a hint of curiosity.
"She pooped, so I changed her diapers," I replied, lifting our child slightly to show her the fresh diaper. "See? All clean and fresh now."
There was a moment of silence, filled only by the soft coos and gurgles of our baby. I looked at her, wondering what she was thinking. We were both so different, yet here we were, bound together by this tiny, precious life.
She continued to watch us, her expression softening just a bit as she saw the joy in our childâs eyes. Maybe, just maybe, this small, innocent being could bring us closer together, healing old wounds and building new bridges.
"Ganap na ganap kana naman. Baka nakakalimutan mong hindi ikaw ang tatay ni Azalia."
"But I'm ready to become one kung sasagutin mo na ako"
My lips lifted into a smile.
A smile that I could say was genuine, with no pretense, and came from the heart.
Do I even have a heart?
"You wouldn't court me if I hadn't ordered you to," she said coldly, rolling her eyes as if she were irritated again. Her sharp tone, as always, cut through the air with the precision of a finely honed blade, leaving no room for misunderstanding.
"I would, even if you hadn't ordered me. I don't just fuck a woman," I replied, turning my gaze to the baby and lifting it into my arms.
There was a tenderness in my actions that contrasted sharply with the harshness of our conversation, a silent testament to the complexity of my feelings.
"Well, what took you 7 years to do that, huh?" she asked sharply, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Her words hung in the air like a challenge, daring me to justify the long years of my silent devotion.
"I'm enjoying the way you used me as your temporary pleasure," I admitted, my voice dropping to a softer tone.
There was a raw honesty in my admission, a vulnerability that I rarely allowed to surface. Yes, I'm the "guys" she brought into this house before Elowen lived with her.
I can't call us fubu (friends with benefits); rather, I'm her sex slave. Did I complain? Obviously not.
Did I take advantage of her when she was in need? Nope. She was always on top.
She rode me, gave me blowjobs, jerked me off, and more.
I let myself be on the receiving end not just because I'm soft when it comes to her.
Because it's amusing how she loves my dick so much that she always claims it.
The raw physicality of our relationship had a certain intoxicating allure, an irresistible magnetism that kept me tethered to her, despite the emotional chaos it often entailed.
Too bad, she also gave her treasure to the man we both played with.
Or rather, the man I played with. The memory of that twisted game lingered in my mind, a dark testament to the complexities of our interactions.
"Do you want to do that again? Be my fucking sex slave?" she said, approaching me with a predatory grace.
Her eyes bore into mine, a challenge that was as much about control as it was about desire. I gently rocked the baby to sleep, the innocence of the child in stark contrast to the charged atmosphere between us.
For some unknown reason, the idea of being her sex slave again no longer pleased my heart. There was a subtle shift within me, a growing recognition that I wanted something more, something deeper than the raw physicality that had defined our relationship for so long.
"I don't want to... I guess... I'm courting you because I have feelings for you. I'm not wooing you for sex," I said with sincerity, my voice steady but soft. I'm being genuine, which is kind of concerning for me.
The depth of my emotions was a new territory, uncharted and fraught with uncertainties, yet undeniably real.
"I hate it" she growls as I place her baby to her crib.
"You hate what?" I asked, facing and towering her.
Her eyes narrowed as she looked into mine. She tilted her head slightly upward since I was taller than her. The intensity in her gaze was piercing, as if she were trying to decode every nuance of my expression.
"Stop acting so soft towards me. That's not me," she said, her voice tinged with a familiar coldness that sent shivers down my spine.
"This is me being genuine, love," I said sincerely, my voice dropping to a whisper. The vulnerability in my tone was undeniable, an admission that came from a place deep within me.
"It's new to me too, so I guess you'll have to endure it. You don't want me to leave you, right? You have to fucking tolerate my new side... my fucking soft side," I said, irritation creeping into my voice. My frustration wasn't aimed at her, but at myself for allowing this softness to emerge.
I wasn't mad at her; I was mad at myself for softening. The change in me felt like a betrayal of everything I believed about myself.
I shouldn't be like this.
A psychopath like me shouldn't be like this.
I'm a devil.
I lack everything, but I have brains I can use for hobbies.
The thoughts echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of the persona I had constructed and maintained for so long.
"Are you leaving me? Why? Is it because I'm useless nowâ" she started to say, but I didn't let her finish. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close with a hint of aggression.
The physical contact was a way to assert my control, to ground both of us in the intensity of the moment.
My eyes focused on her, my anger at myself gradually replaced by a softening. Her proximity had a calming effect, though it also heightened the emotional stakes.
"I'll tell you repeatedly that I won't leave you. Until you get tired of asking and gain the confidence that I won't leave you," I tried to sound cold, but I couldn't manage it. The words came out softer than intended, betraying the true depth of my feelings.
My voice was soft, almost affectionate.
"So let's act like normal partners this time. Stop fucking teasing me and stop always being insecure that you're useless. You're not a thing to me anymore; you and Azalia are my everything, and I'll do everything to protect you. If I have to destroy the world for you, I will. It's fucking ride or die from my perspective," I said, each word coming straight from my heart. The raw honesty in my declaration was something I had never allowed myself to express before.
Those words would have been sugarcoated lies if I had said them before, but now they felt genuine, and I meant them. The sincerity in my voice was a testament to the profound change that had taken root within me.
"A normal living partner... That sounds weird, don't you think? A psychopath like you wanting a normal life," she said sarcastically, trying to pull away from my grip, but I pulled her closer, wrapping both my arms around her waist.
Her resistance only fueled my determination to hold on to this moment of connection.
"It will be... Our life will become normal... once I'm finished with this shitty goal," I said, lowering my face until I was close to hers. The proximity of our faces created an intimate bubble, isolating us from the chaos of the world outside.
"I'll show you what you think only Liam could give you. That fake boyfriend of yours, he's nothing, not even worth as a placeholder," I said firmly.
My voice was laced with a blend of possessiveness and assurance. I wanted her to understand that I was willing to go to any lengths to be with her.
I saw her smirk and without a word, she wrapped her arms around my neck.
The gesture was a silent acknowledgment of the bond we shared, a bond that was complex and multifaceted.
"Fuck, Seyren, you're so good at manipulating me. You're the best. Tear me apart now," she joked, biting my chin. Her playful aggression was a stark contrast to the seriousness of our conversation, yet it felt natural and familiar.
I rolled my eyes at her flirtatiousness. Despite the gravity of our discussion, her playful demeanor brought a semblance of normalcy to the situation.
"This is much more complicated than I thought," I muttered, pulling away from her. The complexity of my emotions was overwhelming, a tangled web that I was only beginning to navigate.
She laughed lightly, the sound carrying a mix of relief and amusement.
"I'm glad you know... Let's go downstairs and eat some lunch. I'm starving," she said, walking away. Her casual tone was a stark reminder of the ordinary moments that punctuated our tumultuous relationship.
I took a deep breath because I felt like what I was doing was wrong. The internal conflict was a constant presence, a battle between my old self and the emerging new one.
I didn't know anymore; it seemed my heart was softening.
No, not just seemed, my heart had really softened.
I don't want this.
What's wrong with me? The questions echoed in my mind, a relentless chorus that I had no immediate answers for. The transformation I was undergoing felt both exhilarating and terrifying, a journey into uncharted emotional territory.
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"God, this boy is greedy" I heard a police officer's voice as we sat together in the office. He was engrossed in a vlog on his phone, his eyes glued to the screen with a mix of fascination and disgust.
"Check this out," he said, holding his phone up for me to see.
Curiosity piqued, I leaned in and saw a man seemingly fighting with homeless children over food. The scene was chaotic, with the man aggressively snatching food from the kids.
"Akin 'to, huwag kang epal" the man said, his voice dripping with entitlement. My brow furrowed in confusion and a bit of anger at his behavior.
"Who is he? What is he doing?" I asked, unable to hide my irritation.
"He's a vlogger, Detective Valencia. A newly popular vlogger who constantly harasses the homeless and steals their food or belongings. Such a greedy kid," the police officer replied, shaking his head in disapproval.
I kept watching, my blood boiling as I saw the young man kick an elderly woman after snatching her burger. The crowd around him laughed, their cruel amusement echoing in the background.
"Is that real or just a skit?" I asked, hoping against hope that it was staged.
"It's real. Many people have been searching for him and filing cases against this kid. They just can't catch him," the police officer answered, his tone filled with frustration.
I continued watching the vlog until it ended, each second fueling my anger.
"Unbelievable. If I were that kid's parent, I'd kick him out of my house. He's so rude," the officer commented. I stood up properly, trying to contain my rage, and stared into the distance, lost in thought.
"I'll head out now, Detective Valencia. I need to attend to the homeless man's case," the police officer said, then left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Once I was alone, I went to my office and started researching. My instincts were right.
That guy is my next toy. I grinned, finding yet another reason to cover up my true motives for my victims. The thrill of the hunt coursed through my veins.
Itâs amusing to think the world seems to align with my desires. Every action, every event, seems to conspire to bring me exactly what I want.
"Myles... Myles... Myles... You did a fucking great job making yourself look bad, huh?" I whispered to myself, spinning around in my swivel chair.
The motion felt liberating, a brief moment of childlike glee in the midst of my dark thoughts. I bit my thumb, a habit of mine when I was deep in contemplation, and smiled widely, the anticipation building within me.
"Should I start my game? I messaged my contact outside this game, asking about the information they had gathered on the next victim.
Coincidentally, the young man from the vlog was indeed my next target.
A smile crept onto my face as I received confirmation. Cheerfully, I stood up and organized my belongings, my mind already spinning with the possibilities of my next move.
The thrill of the hunt was palpable, a heady rush that made my heart race.
Smiling, I exited the building while speaking on the phone with the person who always assisted me.
We discussed the details, ensuring that every aspect of the plan was covered.
My contact, a reliable ally in my twisted games, provided me with all the information I needed to proceed.
As I stepped out of the headquarters, I was immediately greeted by someone blocking my path.
Their stance was imposing, their presence filled with a sense of authority and intimidation. It was clear they wanted to make an impression.
I lifted my gaze from my phone, and our eyes locked. Their ocean-blue eyes bore into mine with an intensity that was hard to ignore.
There was something intriguing about them, a challenge that piqued my interest.
"What are you doing here?" I asked with a smirk, my curiosity and amusement evident in my tone.
"Let's go on a date, Detective Seyren," they said, their voice smooth and confident.
The proposal caught me off guard. A date? Now? In the midst of my meticulously planned game?
It was an unexpected twist, but one that intrigued me. This person, with their audacious proposition, had piqued my interest in a way few others could.
I studied them for a moment, considering the implications.
A date could provide an interesting diversion, a chance to explore a new dynamic. Plus, it wasnât every day that someone had the nerve to approach me so boldly.
"Alright," I said, slipping my phone into my pocket. "Lead the way."
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