Flower girl

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Today I'm in an extremely bad mood. A shipment of heroin worth millions was robbed in international waters. I suspect it was a double-cross by the Hung Hing Society, but I can't find any evidence. Tonight, Sun Wo Shing and Tung Sing clashed again in Yau Ma Tei over territory. More than ten brothers were injured, and many more were arrested. And I killed someone again. Every time I kill, I feel a strange excitement, my blood rushes to my head, I feel like I'm floating in the air, extremely exhilarated. But afterwards, I feel depressed for a long time, my chest feels tight, and I feel suffocated.

There are three ways to relieve this suffocation: sleep, drink, and women. The first method is almost completely ineffective, and the splitting headache the day after drinking is unbearable. I'm increasingly using women to vent my frustration.

Sister Fox brought another prostitute, but I have no interest in her at all. I cursed her out, and she left in a sorry state again, promising to find the best one.

Just as I was finishing my bottle of red wine, I heard a knock at the door. "Come in," I said, unperturbed.

A young girl of about seventeen or eighteen entered through the door. She was quiet and gentle, with long, flowing hair, an oval face, crescent-shaped eyebrows, and large eyes. What surprised me most was that she wasn't wearing makeup. It was unusual for a hostess working at a nightclub to not wear makeup. She wore a beige coat, a gray shirt, and a pleated skirt in the same color.

Even stranger, she was holding a

bouquet of flowers in a delicate box. "What hostess would dress so plainly to work? It must be Sister Fox's doing," I thought to myself with a chuckle. "Come here," I beckoned.

She walked up to me and said innocently, "Here, flowers."

Before me lay a pair of pristine white hands and a flawless face. I grabbed her hand, pulled her forcefully onto the sofa, lifted her skirt, and ripped off her pure white panties.

After each murder, I was like a wild beast, but today I was even more ferocious and savage. The hostess's mouth hung open, seemingly frightened by my brutal actions. I chuckled maliciously. Whether she was truly innocent or not, I'd get to work first.

Without even taking off my pants, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard penis.

"Let me go!" she screamed, struggling.

I found it increasingly amusing; she was putting on quite a show. I grabbed her wrists, forced her legs apart, pressed one hand against her protruding hip bone, and thrust my body forward, shoving my penis into her. I thrust again, expecting to penetrate all the way in, but the vaginal walls gripped my penis tightly, preventing further progress.

Ignoring the girl's loud cries and screams, I gathered all my strength and pressed down hard, my penis plunging into her body like a mountain breaking through a cliff.

"No…" the girl screamed in anguish.

My penis was fully inside her; I was panting heavily. Those few dozen seconds had taken a great deal of my strength. After the penis entered, the woman, whose acting was so convincing and whose vagina was incredibly narrow, stopped resisting and struggling. She turned her head to one side, her long, disheveled hair covering her face.

I laboriously pulled my penis out halfway, then forcefully thrust it back in. Each pull and insertion required considerable force—a first for me. I heard her crying, and it didn't seem fake.

"Hey, did I hurt you?"

I asked a few times, but she didn't respond. I turned her head back, brushed her hair aside, and I was stunned. Her face was covered in tears; she was crying heartbrokenly. I was astonished. Even if I had been a bit too rough, it shouldn't have caused her to cry like this.

"Are you new to this line of work?" I suddenly thought of Ah Mei. If she were like Ah Mei on her first day, encountering a customer like me would indeed terrify her.

She shook her head frantically, still crying incessantly.

"What a nuisance. Okay, I'll be gentle."

I reached for her chest, ready to unbutton her clothes. Seeing her in so much pain, I felt a pang of pity; a little caress would probably help. Just as I unbuttoned one button, her thin hand suddenly grabbed mine, her eyes filled with terror.

"Are you out of your mind? Coming into this line of work and acting like a saint?"

I said, annoyed. I pushed her hand away, pulled open her shirt, and dragged her bra up to her neck. Her breasts weren't large, just a handful, but they were delicate and lovely, the pale pink nipples as small as red beans.

"I'm not." She grabbed my hands again, which were fiddling with her nipples, her hands trembling violently. "Please, don't." Her voice trembled just as much.

"Wait until I'm satisfied before you say yes or no."

I gripped her breasts, my penis thrusting in and out of her. After only a few thrusts, a sticky liquid seeped from her vagina.

She still looked incredibly pained. I chuckled coldly and reached down to her genitals; they were indeed very wet.

"You said no? What's this?" I stretched my hand, still sticky with her vaginal fluid, in front of her.

"Ugh..." She looked at my hand and cried even louder. I was surprised and turned my palm over; it was covered in bright red blood. My first thought was menstrual blood, but I had a vague feeling that something was off. At that moment, Sister Fox suddenly pushed open the door, followed by two other women. Seeing me on top of a woman, she gaped in astonishment, speechless.

"Isn't this your woman?" I looked up and asked.

"No, who is she?"

Sister Fox approached, scrutinizing the girl, and suddenly cried out in surprise.

"Who is she?"

"She, she..." The usually quick-witted Sister Fox stammered.

"Who is she?" I demanded angrily.

"She works at the flower shop up ahead; she often delivers flowers here. You, you..." Sister Fox stammered again.

"Ah!" I exclaimed in shock. Without thinking, I yelled at Sister Fox, "Get out!" Sister Fox hurriedly led the girls she had brought out of the room.

I was in a daze, the word "rape" flashing through my mind. For years, I had resisted the temptation of those two words, but today I had accidentally raped a girl who delivered flowers. Once Pandora's box is opened, the devil will run rampant.

"You're still a virgin, aren't you?" I said, looking at the blood on my hands. Extreme excitement surged like waves, one higher than the next.

"Please, let me go," she cried and begged.

Looking into her eyes, the image of my mother being raped when I was a child flashed through my mind. My heart still ached, but the pain of the past could suppress my desire. But today's pain only made my craving for violence and the burning lust increase exponentially.

I laughed wildly, pressing my blood-stained hand heavily against her pure white chest, leaving a large, bright red handprint. Then I bent down and sucked the last drop of blood, a symbol of virginity and purity. As the girl's chest returned to its original color, I roared, grabbed her slender waist, and lifted her into the air, my penis thrusting wildly into her newly defiled virgin territory.

I craved conquest; I loved violence. Her mournful moans and cries were like a beautiful song; her desperate, helpless expression and her writhing body in pain were like a poignant painting. Each painful spasm of the girl as her virginity was violently violated was like gasoline being poured onto a raging fire. The feeling of being able to do whatever I wanted, to control everything, to have complete mastery—the word "pleasure" couldn't possibly encompass it.

My mind was buzzing. Desire was the most primal desire, and action was closer to that of a wild beast. The girl's pain was transformed into my pleasure tenfold. I realized that rape had such a powerful allure.

I don't know how much time passed, but after the volcanic eruption of violence, everything finally fell silent. I slowly regained consciousness. The girl had already fainted, her snow-white body covered with bright red scratches and purplish-blue bruises—a gruesome sight.

"Sigh!" I heard a sigh and discovered that Ah Yan was sitting opposite me.

"You're here." Perhaps my voice was hoarse from too much wild laughter and shouting.

"Just arrived, and you were fucking her like a madman, you didn't even respond when I called you."

I pulled out my penis, wiped away the red and white filth with a napkin, and remained silent.

"You know everything." After a long while, I finally spoke.

"Sister Fox told me, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know." My mind seemed to have frozen, and I couldn't concentrate.

"You're not feeling well, go first. Your henchmen, A-Fang and A-Hao, are quite capable, let them handle it. Give them some money and it's over, that's the best way. I'll be here, and if they can't handle it, I'll take care of it."

A-Yan said calmly.

"Okay." I took out my phone and called Fang Hao. Urged by A-Yan, I left the Imperial Capital Nightclub before the girl woke up. I couldn't sleep

that night, reliving every detail of raping that girl, and also reliving the night I witnessed my mother being gang-raped. Since the woman I loved most was raped, then it was only right that other women suffered the same fate. That night, I missed the woman who had saved me even more. She was the woman I longed for most in this world. As for whether to use violence, I hesitated. But I knew I wouldn't hesitate with other women.

A dark seed took root and sprouted in my heart…

[The End]

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