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Bachira's mind reeled as he stumbled, his vision swimming. He'd swallowed a handful of pills an hour ago, and every inch of him hurt, ached. He lurched into the rain-soaked night, his focus on the dully-lit house lights through the darkness. He needed to escape..
His gaze fell upon a small figure huddled near the edge of the yard. A little girl. She looked lost and fragile in the downpour. Something twisted in Bachira's gut, a dark impulse seizing control. He found himself moving towards her, his fingers twitching. She was so small, so vulnerable. A terrifying thought bloomed in his mind, a desire to devour the child before him.
His fingers laced beneath the child's arms, ready to snuff the innocent life from her. She was only a little thing, soft and small enough for him to break.
He reached her, his movements clumsy and driven. Before she could react, he had his hands on her. He didn't register the wetness of her clothes or the fear in her wide eyes. A guttural sound escaped his throat as he began to tear at her. Her soft school clothes ripped under his assault. As the fabric hit the floor, he began to tear into her flesh with a guttural growl, ripping the tender skin of her torso and face. Her screams were muffled by the rain as his teeth sunk into her cheeks and he ripped and clawed at her.
He knew she would not live long after this. The wetness of the rain would soon turn to blood, even as he continued his brutal assault. Bachira felt a rush of sadistic glee as he tore into the helpless child, relishing each desperate cry that left her lips. Blood trickled down her cheeks and chin as he scratched deep furrows across her forehead, leaving bloody welts on her soft skin.
"You're going to die before I can find somewhere else," he hissed, dragging his finger across the curve of her hip bone, marking another deep red line in her skin. Crimson petals bloomed across her belly and thigh as he carved deeper. "I'm going to break every last one of your bones until you're nothing."
Bachira leaned in close, inhaling her sweet scent. Even death couldn't wash away the intoxicating aroma of her innocence. He needed to savor her suffering. With a final bite to her neck, she fell limp. The girl was still alive, barely conscious but alive nonetheless. Her eyes flickered with terror as she lied unable to move. She whimpered, her small hands shaking as she tried vainly to call for help.
But there was no escape for her now. Not when he had already tasted her fear and seen the life drain from her eyes. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back so that he could look into those wide, terrified eyes. "I'm going to make you scream," he whispered, his voice low and dark. "And then I'm going to kill you."
This was what he lived for - the sick thrill of domination, the exquisite agony of breaking another human being.
The child's eyes filled with tears, her lips trembling as she struggled to form words. "P-please... don't hurt me anymore..." she whispered, her voice barely audible above a sob.
Bachira slammed her head against the concrete floor, feeling the soft crack of her skull beneath the blow.
He continued to beat her, reveling in the crunch of bone and the splatter of blood. When he finally stopped, her face was a pulpy mess, barely recognizable as human. But he wasn't finished yet. With a snarl, he tore off her undergarnments, exposing her tiny body to the elements.
His hands roamed her skin, pinching and twisting her flesh until she screamed. Then, with one swift motion, he dug his teeth into the fat of her stomach, tearing it open and carving a gruesome smile across her belly. Her intestines spilled out onto the floor, glistening in the moonlight. Still unsatisfied, Bachira pulled out his aching cock, already rock hard and throbbing with sadistic lust. He positioned himself between her legs, his engorged member pressing against her shattered insides. Without hesitation, he drove forward, impaling her on his thick shaft with one brutal thrust.
She felt so impossibly tight, hot and slick walls clenching around him as if trying to squeeze every last drop of life from his cock. It only took a few strokes before he was buried to the hilt inside her battered body, reveling in the wet squelch of her fluids mixing with his own pre-cum.
Bachira pistoned in and out at a merciless pace, each snap of his hips forcing more of his length deeper into her ravaged depths. She could only lay there and take it, helplessly feeling herself violated in the most depraved way imaginable. His cock stretched her beyond what should have been possible. Dried tears and blood cracked on her lifeless face but he wishes... He wished she stayed alive a little longer.
He continued to drive into her lifeless body, moaning louder with each stroke. His cock throbbed harder now, swelling further still as he claimed her violated body for himself. The sensation was excruciating yet delightful, drawing out every last shred of pleasure from his exhausted frame.
As he neared climax, his breathing grew ragged and erratic. Sweat dripped down his furrowed brow as his vision blurred around the edges. One final shove forward, and his body convulsed, spilling its load deep into her entrails. Bachira's body went limp as well, dropping onto hers like a spent tool. He wept quietly, spent and finally, utterly drained.
Finally, with a soft whoosh, Bachira's limp form slid off her body, leaving her sprawled across the ground like discarded trash. He grabbed her foot and started pulling her, dragging her through the muck until he reached the door at the back of the house. And once again, he took her inside, laying her flat on the kitchen floor beside his table.
Bachira gazing upon the ravaged remains of the child. Her skin was a map of bruises, her eyes frozen in a death stare that seemed to plead for mercy. Yet here he lingered, his gaze tracing the wet, slick folds of her intestines still covered in his own seed.
With a gruff croak, he plunged his fingers deep into her gut, retrieving the slippery mass of her own viscera and holding it before him like a tiny, pulsing jewel. A hunger gnawed within him, a hunger to reclaim every last drop of their shared sweat and blood. He parted his lips, inviting the mess into his mouth. Bachira lapped and sucked, savoring each sweet, sticky drop as he devoured his own handiwork.
He continued to devour her insides, his throat working rhythmically as he swallowed down mouthful after mouthful of her fluids. His face contorted in ecstasy as he felt the weight of his own blood coming back up - an expression of rapture that he couldn't quite comprehend. With one final gulp and a choked cry, he collapsed against her side, his life force spilling out in the form of bloody vomit carrying the bitter taste of his meds to mix with her own once more.
In the end, they were both destroyed. Shattered in ways that could never be repaired. Two empty shells, hollowed out and gone forever. The only remnant of their twisted coupling would be this nightmarish scene for all eternity. A macabre portrait of human depravity laid bare.