บท 27: Fuck Making Up/Fuck Up Her Make-up 1
Fuck and make-up? Was she joking? There was no way he was going to merely fuck and make up with this woman. Not after what she did to him, Anyway, he wasn't done with Jacques.
This was why Zimo merely looked her up and down, turning back to Jacue who was now a wailing mess of a bitch. "Wait your turn." When Maya heard those words, her eyes went wide. She was so sure that Zimo would accept her position. But now…
She had been thinking that ZImo was going to see her look pitiful and sad, and his will to hurt her was going to break. After all, she was sobbing tears at that moment and giving herself to him. She was giving him her perfect self, and he had just rejected her! How dare he!?
ZImo ignored her, turning his attention back to Rob. Well hello there, Rob...
"Any last words, Rob?"
Rob, who had already shat and pissed himself and cried all the tears he could in all this time, looked at Zimo and then spat at him, his teeth gritted in shame and fear and every other feeling possible. "Curse you!"
Zimo nodded nonchalantly. "You already have." After saying that he placed the knife to the man's neck, looking deep into his eyes. This was the most important part. He could not look away now. He had to make sure to see all of it. He had to make sure to realise it all and understand just how it was all looking.
Zimo then ran the knife across the neck, opening up a line of red that soon started spurting out with red fluids that came onto his body and spread out everywhere else. As the blood gushed onto Maya, she couldn't help but shiver in fear, even more tears pouring down her face as she started shaking. She knew she was next. She knew that ZImo was angry at that moment. And this kind of ZImo might never let her go. She had to make him understand.
"Zimo, please! You've already killed Rob, that's perfect! He was the one who was going against you the whole time!"
"Now that you've gotten your revenge you probably need to rest, haven't you? Let me out of these chains, I can help you relax."
Zimo ignored her yet again, instead exerting himself in the act of slowly and methodically severing Rob's head before casually throwing it on the ground next to her.
"Ahh!!" Maya screamed, looking into those eyes that stared at her those same eyes that used to look deep in her eyes in her nights in the hotels and the other places they would spend time together. This man... Turning to ZImo only to see him look at her coldly, she felt her stomach lurch. She had been begging and trying to make him understand this entire time. But now... it seemed there was something wrong.
"Zimo, please," Maya begged, her face unsightlier than a man who had eaten shit. "I'm willing to do anything! I'll be your servant. I'll be your slave. Anything you want, I'll do it. Just please! Please!!" she said, her bladder giving way without her permission.
Zimo looked at her with the most natural expression he could. His face might have been blank at that moment, but he was feeling all sorts of things in his heart. Looking at Rob's, whose eyes were losing the light that was in them, Zimo felt a bit empty...
So this was life. It was so bright, but then it ended so quickly. It was like a flame from a candle. Jason was pretty much interestingly thinking of things.
Looking at her, ZImo couldn't help but sigh… This was complicated for him, probably more complicated than Rob. He could tell he was a bit more desensitised against fighting and killing humans, but now, it was different.
After all, he still had some lingering feelings for this woman. Otherwise, why would he even think too much about this moment? He should have been feeling happy at this moment, but here he was, feeling conflicted. Zimo knew what it meant immediately. And it was because he felt this way that he realised it was even more important for him to get it done.
Just as ZImo was thinking all this, a shadow came from the floor and swallowed up Rob's body, thereafter leaving a growl and some green sparkles, making ZImo smirk in interest. Kivu was feeling a bit hungry again. She had a big appetite, did she not?
"You eat up humans too?" ZImo said to the green eye that appeared on the ground. And then after getting no reply, Zimo thought nothing of it. The stronger she was, the stronger he was. This was a great thing for both of them.
Maya screamed when she saw that eye though. It was that same darkness she had seen at the scene of the Beast Phoebe's death, and it still frightened her to see that darkness. Seeing Zimos shadow move the way it was, Maya was super frightened at that moment, and if before she was looking a bit sad, now she was panicking, shaking and pissing herself with wetness dripping on the floor.
Zim turned back to her and sneered, slapping her, making her shut up. Maya turned her head back to ZImo. This was the second slap now. He had slapped her twice! She saw him looking at his hand as if there was dirt on it, and it made her sick to the stomach. Was that how he saw her?
"Sorry Maya, this is going to be a bit difficult for me. But I will get it done." That was all Zimo said as he took a deep breath, lowering his arms and then letting his eyes take on a determined expression.
"Zimo please!!" Maya said turning her head away and flinching as Zimo began approaching her slowly. He then funnily looked at her, smirking as he looked at her as if inspecting a piece of meat on a plate. Maya stayed flinching like that for a long time before finally opening her eyes, and seeing Zimo's hand shaking.
He was shaking... He didn't want to do it! She had a chance!!
"Zimo!! ZImo I was stupid before. I am so sorry. I will never be able to repay everything you did for me. Not in this lifetime or the next. So let me make it up to you! Just please dont kill me!"
After Maya said that with the most sincere expression she had, she thought it would have been enough to melt Zimo's hard exterior, but ZImo stared at her with the coldest expression he had, the one he had from earlier when he was looking at Rob's head. Maya immediately knew that she had messed up.
He slowly crouched down, keeping his eyes locked on hers. "Maya you disgust me. You've been begging for your own life this whole time… Has it never occurred to you to beg for his life too?" Zimo said with a cold smirk, gesturing to the blood in the scene behind him. Maya froze after hearing that.
"You disgust me..." Zimo said, running his finger over her face, making her flinch. Her eyes wide with terror, darting to Zimo and then his hand, Zimo began chuckling, "How about you explain yourself to me, huh? On a scale of one to ten, just how selfish are you, and just how fucked up are you too?"
He just stood up, and walked over with a chuckle, letting her out of her restraints and then carrying her over to a table. He then let her struggle as he tied her up, ripping her clothes off before he began tying her up.
Maya looked back at Zimo, shaking her ass as her pussy glistened with what Zimo could tell was urine and probably Jacques's inferior semen. The semen of a dead man, on a woman who was going to be dead soon. How fitting. Zimo had all but forgotten how this bitch was shaking her ass to him. It was way too funny if he had thought about it he would have realised just how funny that would have been to him to see that kind of thing.
"That's right, Zimo. Just, fuck me. Fuck me so that we can both forget the bullshit of this world," Maya said, shaking her ass and smiling at Zimo, with this being her last hope. She even gave him a strained smile and ZImo turned back to her.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Zimo said to her, grabbing her throat and then slamming her onto the table. She squealed and he looked at her, smirking in interest. "I'm not becoming hole buddied with two dead men. Or maybe it's a few other dead men by now. Who knows. Whatever it is, I am not doing it. No, thank you."
Maya tried resisting, But ZImo did not even bother, dominatingly tying her up on the table and thereafter walking backwards and looking at his handiwork. There she was, laying on a table, tied up by chains and ropes, her eyes sobbing, her face smeared with all sorts of impressions...
"You thought I was taking your clothes off to fuck you? Dont flatter yourself… I just wanted to make sure that you would feel it more as I tortured you. After all, you leave the sweetest candy for last. Everyone knows that."
But even as he said this, he couldn't help but feel some of his blood move towards some of his less-than-decent places. He was getting turned on. Well, she was somewhat pretty. And she was pretty fucking beautiful too. He couldn't help it. Even if she was a bitch, she was still a bad bitch, right?
Zimo also knew the other reason why. It had been a while since he fucked… anything. It seemed his body was reacting naturally as it should when it saw any beautiful woman. But he could not let himself descend into that kind of cave of obscenity. He had meant what he said before. She was disgusting. In more ways than one.
"Zimo, you don't have to do this. I will spend my entire life making it up to you. I will give you anything, everything you want. Just please!!" Maya said in her last please for a slight smidgen of any piece of humanity left in his heart. But Zimo was way past that. Or rather, he was very much human, but why be human when dealing with a monster?
Better to shut her up. Zimo turned his head, seeing a piece of cloth he had ripped off of her, and he picked her up. Seeing that it had some of Rob's blood and other fluids on it, he smirked. She was going to enjoy this. She must have been exchanging fluids with that man for a long time.
"Zimo, I- Mhhh!!!"
"Shut up!" Zimo said, immediately putting the cloth that had been turned into a gag in her mouth. He then watched her face change, his eyes lighting up...
Seeing her suffer like this, emotionally, mentally... it was pretty good. He stepped back again, watching her as she struggled there on that table in vain... Damn, it. Was he a pervert?
Zimo's breathing was ragged, his heart hammering against his ribs as he looked upon the bound and gagged figure of Maya. She lay sprawled on a makeshift table, her eyes wide with terror, darting around the room as she tried to make sense of everything that was happening around her.
Her muffled cries echoed off the cold, concrete walls, taunting Zimo with memories of his past agony. After all, he was crying like that a few moments before was he not?
Zimo looked at her and then sneered again, thinking that this must have been what she had seen back then as she pinned Zimo to the floor and used her Beast to mutilate his body. Was she having just as much fun as he was? Or was it more... entertaining for her?
But even as that smirk coloured his face, his heart was not doing backflips. He was having a difficult time in his heart, and it was something that was actually affecting him greatly. He had never done something like this. He would just have to channel his intense emotions to go ahead and get it done!
Zimo's face contorted into a snarl as he approached her. "Maya... you disgust me. Crying like that, looking so pitiful as if you didn't bring this upon yourself. You think you know pain?" he whispered, his voice a guttural hiss. "You think you've made me suffer?"
Maya's eyes grew even wider, tears streaming down her cheeks as she desperately tried to shake her head, to convey her innocence. But she knew it was futile. She knew now that her past transgressions had brought her to this hellish chamber.
Zimo thought a bit more and then looked towards his shadow. "Kivu can you give me some tools to start? Just any tools you can think of."
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