Sam clenched his fists, the muscles in his restrained arms tensed, straining as though trying to tear free so he could rip her throat out as his expression turned murderous, filled with loathing.
This disgusting whore… he thought, staring down at her. Still, he couldn't act yet. Besides, the only reason he was alive, from what he understood, was because she liked his answer.
In truth, Selina's body was voluptuous and undeniably appealing. Her mature age lent her a ripe, seasoned charm that no young woman could match. That was why what Sam had said wasn't technically a lie. Her body was, quite objectively, very likeable.
At the same time, Selina kissed him, her lips brushing against his. Sam willingly opened his mouth, letting her in.
This… doesn't make sense, he thought in disbelief, dumbfounded by his own actions. Normally, Sam would feel nothing but anger and malice if someone tried to use him without his consent in any way. But right now… he wasn't even resisting.
Sure, that was understandable, since he was playing along to avoid provoking her. But there was something strange about all of this. At this point, Sam wasn't even acting anymore; he was savoring and enjoying every sensation, intense waves of lust flooding his mind and body.
That wasn't normal.
Sam had enough discipline, and he was cold-blooded enough, to ruthlessly crush anything unnecessary that might hold him back. Yet for some inexplicable reason, he found her desirable.
Then Selina broke the kiss. A thin trail of saliva dripped from her lips onto Sam's neck as she slowly licked her own, savoring the taste.
Then Selina crawled back, positioning herself between his legs. She tugged his pants down, and Sam's penis sprang free.
Selina smiled, pleased and sultry, as she gazed at it, stroking it gently with slow, deliberate movements.
"Don't you worry, Mommy will please you just like she used to… like the good old times…"
She spoke with a warm, nostalgic smile, glancing up at Sam. He returned a smile of his own, though it was slightly awkward and forced. The sight made her giggle softly, delighted.
"As shy as ever, huh~?"
"Can't help it," Sam replied, swallowing hard. "I'm always nervous around you."
He was playing the part, acting like this 'Johnny' she seemed so convinced he was.
Is she mentally ill? he wondered. She also called me her son... Based on those hints, there's a possibility that something happened to Selina, something that traumatized her. Then Beyonder characteristics further twisted her mind, driving her mad, and as a result, she indulges in earthly, pitiful desires, using pleasure to avoid facing her trauma.
But that wouldn't explain the sexual abuse and rape... Hmm, based on her behavior, I can theorize that she was repeatedly raped by... probably her own father. It would have started at a young age, around 6-8 years old. But that alone only covers the rape, it doesn't explain the torture and why she addresses me as her son.
That means she was also verbally, physically, and emotionally abused during her childhood. This unresolved trauma leads to emotional dysregulation, anger, and poor impulse control... She's exhibiting traits of personality disorders, dependency and narcissism as well.
Under the guise of nurturing and love, while using familial terms like 'son,' to convince herself that all this sick shit is beneficial and a show of affection. She's projecting a maternal role onto me as a way to resolve her own maternal identity conflicts and unmet needs from her past.
Selina is calling me 'son' to fulfill her delusional, twisted desires. She feels like she's fulfilling her duty of giving love, care, and intimacy to me by doing all of this, masking it as normal while reenacting scenes from her past in a pseudo-incestuous way.
Sam cursed under his breath as he thought of this, further annoyed by her unstable mental state. As for why he knew all of this... the reason was quite simple. Devils often used traumatic experiences to seduce or tempt others, also re-enacting scenes to further break their victims. But mostly, serial killers or demons did such things, though the specifics varied since every devil was unique. As for why they were doing that... Sam had no idea, nor did he care about it. Some of them had unresolved traumas like this senile hag, some were jealous, some dependent on others' reactions, and so on. It varied from individual to individual. Demon of Mind and Demon of Body, with often different drives but same tactics.
Meanwhile, Selina's cheeks flushed a deep red as she heard his words. A passionate, dreamy smile bloomed across her face and clasped her hands together in pure joy.
"Don't worry, my lovely baby… I always take such good care of you~"
She murmured the words in a low, sultry voice, glancing up at him with a seductive smile. Sam snapped out of his thoughts, swallowed hard as his penis stiffened further, rising suddenly and brushing against her cheek. The light slap made her giggle delightedly. She stroked him with affection, planting soft kisses along his penis as it throbbed and swelled under her touch.
Sam grimaced, an overwhelming euphoric sensation flooding his body the moment Selina parted her lips and let her warm, wet tongue glide along his length.
"Shit…" he groaned, trying desperately to stay composed, but it was becoming noticeably difficult. What the hell was in that second bottle? Was it… Oh no, fuck… an aphrodisiac? His eyes widened in realization. At least his own unreasonable lust could be explained with that.
Damn it... He didn't have time for this. And the dead bodies lying beside him were hardly a comforting sight.
Yet it felt addictive.
Sam couldn't deny he was enjoying it. The warmth, the slick wetness enveloping him completely. His penis was already halfway inside her mouth when she casually brushed her hair back over one shoulder, then pushed forward, taking him deeper into the tight heat of her throat.
Then Selina shrugged off what remained of her torn dress. The blood-stiffened fabric slid down her body like shed skin, and her breasts spilled free, full enough to be more than a handful, yet not unreasonably large. the kind of mature, heavy curves that spoke of years of illicit nurturing rather than youthful perfection. They swayed softly as she moved.
She cradled Sam's throbbing length between them, pressing the warm, sweat-and-blood-slicked flesh tight around him. Slowly at first, like mother guiding her son, she began to slide her breasts up and down his shaft. Than, she grew faster, rhythm growing frantic as drool and pre-cum glistened along the valley of her cleavage.
Without warning she dipped her head and took him into her mouth again, forcing him deeper with every downward stroke. Her throat opened for him like beastial maw as she impaled herself deliberately until her lips kissed the base and her nose pressed against his pelvis. Wet, choking gags filled the room and thick ropes of saliva bubbled at the corners of her stretched mouth, dripping in long strands onto his skin and the sheets below.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the drying blood already smeared across her face, yet her eyes rolled back in glassy, disturbing ecstasy. Every gag, every convulsion of her throat seemed to feed the manic joy twisting inside her.
Sam let his head fall back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, fighting the uncomfortable wave of unwanted bliss surging through his veins. His body betrayed him with every involuntary twitch of his hips.
Until he couldn't hold back anymore. Sam was still a Devil. While he'd always tried to control his impulses, and was successful in doing so up until now. But now, all the stimulation, the depravity, the corruption, the sheer wrongness of it all was too great for him to restrain himself. The Criminal pathway fed on filth, and this place reeked of it
He was a Criminal. And Criminals did not suppress themselves. They did not feel constrained, and their body and heart were ruled by evil desires. Just the fact that Sam felt all of this was wrong was already surprising, and he'd always thought that it was because of his Lord's blessing, giving him a conscience and heart.
But even so, the nature of devils would never change, like their curses. At this moment, Sam truly stepped into the world of devils. Both with his mind and body, understanding, at last, thr acting methods of the Criminal.
Forge strength from filth and malice.
The only reason I am a criminal is because nothing is more ecstatic than breaking laws. Freedom is gained through depravity. Crime exists to rebel against order.
And yet, I know what I am about to do is wrong. I know that it's disgusting and appalling... But I will still do it even if it is.
Precisely because the pleasure and elation that come with it are worth every shred of revulsion.
Rebellion, huh?
As Sam understood this, his expression grew clearer, glancing down at Selina. Though this time, he wasn't feeling that much disgust. In fact, he almost felt peaceful as if he was finally aligning with the demonic characteristics that had always lived inside him... as if he was slowly gaining ownership over his own characteristics.
Becoming a Beyonder of the Criminal pathway symbolized humanity's primal fall into original sin.
It meant shattering the fragile chains of civilization to revel naked in the evil desires beneath.
The Criminal is nothing less than an embryonic demon of the Abyss, waiting only to be born.
Sam smiled coldly, eyes drifting shut as he inhaled air, followed by foul smell. He crossed his left, dominant, arm over the top, then inhaled again, expanding his chest and shoulders to their absolute limit while the straitjacket was still tightly buckled.
In that fleeting moment of maximum tension, he swiftly seized the extra slack of fabric beneath his armpit, right before the straps could cinch down completely.
But then he froze.
The instant Selina looked up, his length still buried deep in her throat, he immediately shrugged his shoulders, letting his body relax as awkward, shy smile appeared on his face. he averted his eyes, cheeks flushing in feigned embarrassment.
The sight of him 'flustered' sent a visible ripple of delight through her. She gagged briefly around him, eyes watering, then slowly pulled back, stroking his shaft with her fingers. She kissed the glistening tip, tongue flicking out to lap up the bead of precum with a dreamy smile, before taking him back into her mouth. Her tongue coiled tightly around his length as she let him slide deeper still.
Her rhythm grew faster, head slamming down, then pulling up again and again. At the same time, she kept her breasts pressed firmly together, trapping his penis between them, sliding the soft, slick flesh up and down in perfect time with her mouth.
Leaving her to her idiotic delusions, Sam resumed.
He forced his elbows upward, straining toward his head. He gritted his teeth, working his left arm up and over in single motion, pain lancing through his shoulder, until both arms were finally in front of his body. Seeing it work, he exhaled and smiled in relief.
Then, using his teeth, he quickly loosened the strap that bound the sleeves together. Fingers darted behind his back, unbuckling the main rear straps with efficiency and the straitjacket fell away in seconds.
Selina noticed it instantly. Her warm eyes instantly turned cold and piercing the moment they landed on the discarded straitjacket lying crumpled at the side of the bed. In a second, her warmth was replaced by anger, panic and jealous. She jerked upward, ready to deliver the same fate she had inflicted on the other two boys.
Meanwhile, Sam was about to rip her throat out. He might accept himself as a devil, but that didn't mean he was a slave to lust. His desire right now wasn't to fuck her, but to rip her to shreds. But before he could do so, his eyes grew unfocused and rolled back. His cold, malicious smile vanished, replaced by calmness.
And before she could even rise fully, Sam's newly freed hand shot out. His fingers clamped around the back of her skull and yanked her head down hard.
"Oh, mommy dearest, why don't we have some fun?" Sam asked with an entertained smile, his eyes gleaming coldly with interest, as if he found her amusing. Like how someone would look at a different breed of dog… like how devils look at humans.
Selina blinked, her expression displaying bewilderment as she found herself staring up at him. He was sitting upright now, nonchalantly.
And instead of fighting or running away, he was indulging himself in his desires without restraint.
His hips rolled forward, forcing the full length of himself back into the tight, spasming throat. Then, with a fist tangled in her blood-drenched hair, he pulled her head up, only to slam it back down again violently.
Selina's eyes dimmed, tears welled up instantly, spilling over as understanding crashed through her. There was no need to restrain him anymore. He wasn't trying to escape. Her baby boy wasn't rejecting her.
A uncontrollable amount of happiness and elation enveloped her, deranged joy so overwhelming she wanted to laugh or scream. But instead, all that escaped was another wet, choking gag as he pierced her throat.
My boy doesn't hate me. He loves me, like I love him. She thought, relieved and finally at peace.
Sam's other hand joined the first, both fists knotted deep in her hair. He slammed her head down one final time and released.
Hot pulses flooded her mouth, thick and sticky. Cum bubbled at the corners of her stretched lips, spilling down her chin. Yet even as she struggled to breathe, Selina never once tried to pull away.
When he finally let go, she slowly drew back, lips swollen and glistening. Her tongue darted out immediately, licking every stray drop from her mouth before she swallowed everything down in one long gulp.
"Oh my boy… Do you want to continue~" she asked, her voice sensual and provocative, her eyes sparkling with pride as she smiled alluringly.
"Sure, Mother… Sure." Sam shrugged, nodding in approval, acting like a man who had been imprisoned for decades and hadn't touched a woman all that time instead of a boy who had only spent a few months inside.
As she heard his reply, Selina's entire body shuddered with delight. A bright, girlish giggle burst from her throat as she rose to her feet. Her heavy breasts swayed freely with the motion, nipples dark and stiff against pale, blood-streaked skin. Without hesitation she pushed him flat onto his back, the mattress creaking under their combined weight.
Straddling him, she aligned herself with practiced ease. The head of his cock brushed against her soaked folds, then she sank down slowly, taking every inch until her hips met his, her eyes rolling back as she moaned and her inner walls clenched around him.
Both hands flew to her own breasts, fingers digging, squeezing and playing with them.
Then she reached for his hands. With a captivating smile, she guided his palms to the full curves of her ass and encouraged him to do whatever he wanted with them.
Leaning forward, she captured his mouth again in a deep, wet kiss, her tongue sliding against his.
His fingers roamed the soft, plump flesh of her ass at first, then suddenly clenched violently. His nails sank deep, carving sharp red marks into her skin.
Selina only moaned louder into his mouth, hips grinding down harder. When she finally broke the kiss to drag her tongue along the column of his throat, Sam's hand shot upward.
Selina's hands slammed down onto his chest, nails carving fresh red lines across his skin as she rode him harder.
Her hips slammed down again and again, ass slapping against his thighs. Inside, her walls clenched tightly around his cock, pulsing like they wanted to milk him dry.
He sat up abruptly, hands seizing her heavy breasts, his fingers sinking deep into soft flesh, thumbs brushing over stiff, dark nipples before he bent and took one into his mouth.
He sucked hard, his teeth clenching as he ripped her nipple off and swallowed it. Selina screamed out, but the masochistic woman felt no discomfort or pain, quite the opposite, in fact.
At the same time, Sam's hips snapped upward, driving himself deeper anr faster, matching her pace until their bodies collided simultaneously.
Both hands clamped onto her shoulders, he flipped her around in single motion, face down on the blood-stained sheets, ass raised high.
He gathered a fistful of her dark, tangled hair, streaked with silver, and yanked her head back sharply.
While still kissing her, he pulled his penis out of her dripping cunt with a wet sound, making her whimper into his mouth from the emptiness she felt in her vagina.
Sam shifted behind her, the head of his penis pressed against her tight anus, already slick from whatever she had been doing before. Instead of going slowly, he thrust hard, driving his penis inside her ass fully.
"Nghhh~!"
Selina's entire body jerked forward as an animalistic moan escaped from her throat. Her eyes rolled back, pupils blown wide, glassy from satisfaction, pain and pleasure becoming indistinguishable.
Sam's hand pressed the side of her face down into the mattress, pinning her there while his other kept that brutal grip on her hair like reins.
He began to move, burying himself completely in her ass with every snap of his hips.
The bed creaked violently beneath them.
Her body rocked forward with each thrust, breasts dragging across the soaked sheets, her single nipple scraping against the rough fabric.
Then Sam groaned with laughter as he buried himself to the hilt one final time. Every muscle in his body locked tight. His hips slammed forward for the last time and he came hard.
Thick, hot pulses erupted deep inside her ass, filling her with spurts. The sensation of him throbbing, swelling, and spilling everything into her made Selina laugh in a deranged manner, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.
Her ass clenched around his cock, milking him dry until she had drained every last drop.
Her eyes rolled completely back until only the whites showed. Her mouth hung slack and open in a silent scream of ecstasy, drool slipped from the corner of her lips and pooled beneath her cheek. Her eyes remained unfocused and hazy from bliss.
Thick semen began to leak out around his buried cock, white and viscous, mixing with the blood and sweat already staining her skin, trickling slowly down her ass and onto the ruined sheets.
Selina turned around, pulling his penis out and breathing heavily as she glanced at Sam, who stared down at her, his expression thoughtful and annoyed for a reason Selina misinterpreted.
"Come here, Johnny… Let mommy hug you." she said with an enchanting smile as she hugged him tightly, tears of joy flowing from her eyes.
As for Sam… Well, you're dead, granny. You were a funny human, but alas, Sinner is waking up, so he will murder you without a doubt.
He sighed inwardly, not understanding why Sinner was always so dead-set on killing everyone who got in his way. Eh, I enjoyed it while it lasted. I can even say I prevented your death for those twenty minutes. But Sinner is prideful, unlike me. He was about to kill you the moment he escaped from the straitjacket.
What can I say… Rest in peace, whore. He grinned in amusement as his eyes grew unfocused and rolled back, as if losing consciousness.
Then, in the next moment, the amused smile disappeared, replaced by a cold, expressionless face. And in one brutal motion, Sam sank his teeth into her throat, ripping it out like a vicious beast.
"You can't control me…" Sam spat with venom, his eyes wide and filled with hatred as Selina choked, her own eyes wide with confusion and horror. A malicious smile spread across Sam's face as he added, "I'm a whisper of God, not of this world's."
Then he grabbed her torn neck, his fingers digging into it, and in a single brutal motion ripped her windpipe from her throat. Blood splashed across his face, dyeing it red, without giving her any chance to say anything more, be it last words, begging, or a curse.
Simply because Sam didn't care about it. "To think she thought she could tempt me… a devil? How idiotic."
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[A/N: Finally, this shit is over! I'm free. I knew it would be difficult to write the Devil Pathway, but come on, what am I even writing atp? At least Sam offed that bitch. Satisfying as fuck.
Anyway, Ik some things might be confusing, but it's a mystery, so they'll be explained later on. It's related to his past and stuff.
And guys, fuck the Law of Convergence. Prisoner, Criminal, and Scrooge found themselves in the same prison.
Selina's kind of an idiot, but eh, she was ignorant of the fact that Sam was a devil. Devils are tempters, not the other way around.
Finally, the escape is starting. Btw, two hours were wasted on this shit, so Sam's running out of time too.
What do you think about the acting method too? I thought about it for a long time, so I want to know your thoughts.
That's it for now. Enjoy… at least you weird mfs who goon to this shit, I guess. I'm fucking out once again. And yeah, Ik, my pacing is shitty.]
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