Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

“A Desperate Plea” contains scenes of sexualised violence that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

A Desperate Plea

The silken smile that was moments ago woven across her lips now melts like ice cream in the heat, dripping down its waffle cone. In contrast, the smile on Gerard’s face grows wider and prouder with each passing moment, as does his engorged penis, standing firmer with each beat of his overly excited heart.

“W-W-What?” she stammers through trembling lips, her eyes bathing in a growing sea of tears.

“I said, have you heard the word ‘irrumatio’ before?” he hisses, leaning in closer to her, his smile now covering almost half his face while his right hand grips his throbbing cock. “I’d say from the desperation in your voice that you have!” he whispers menacingly, thick wads of saliva dripping from his lips.

“I-I-I,” she stammers, closing her eyes tightly and taking a deep breath before clenching her teeth as she exhales. “I-I, I didn’t mean that,” she says, shaking her head and opening her bloodshot eyes wide. “I meant the part before that.”

“Oh,” he cackles wildly, slapping his knee. “How presumptuous of me to assume so much from you! I’ve totally misread the room. Lucky it’s just your life I’m playing with and not sitting at a table in Vegas, betting everything I own just to make ends meet,” he scoffs smugly.

“W-W-Why me? W-W-What did I-I do to you?” she screams, tears now streaming down her face, washing a trail through the blood and dirt that cover her swollen red cheeks.

The corners of his smile curl, and his tongue paints his lips with an ample lashing of saliva. “Because you were there,” he proudly beams before bursting into the kind of maniacal laughter you hear in old cartoons.

“P-P-Please! I’ll do anything! I’ll let you do anything!” she cries, grabbing his cock and jerking it wildly, only for him to thrust her away.

“HOW DARE YOU!” he bellows, launching himself to his feet, looking down upon her with twisted, trembling lips. “I-I-I, I CANNOT BE BOUGHT WITH SEXUAL FAVOURS, FOR YOU ARE FAR TOO ALIVE FOR THAT, MY DEAR!”

“P-P-Please! There must be something that will sway you to let me live! A-Anything!” she begs, falling in a sobbing heap before him.

His lips curl once more, and his eyes grow wide with excitement. “More,” he purrs.

“M-M-More?” she whispers through trembling lips.

“Yes, more,” he says with malice. “Give me more, and I will let you be free.”

“H-How can I-I-I get you more?”

His smile cuts the air. “Call them, bring them here, and I will set you free.”

“W-W-Who do I call?”

“Your friends, the ones you were with at the club. Call them here, and I will set you free.”

Her eyes grow wide with panic as a fresh sea of tears streams down her face. “Y-You can’t,” she stammers, taking a deep desperate breath. “Y-You honestly don’t think I-I would give you my friends’ lives in exchange for my own?”

“I don’t really care,” he says with a twisted wry smile. “Either you bring me more to take your place, or I cut your head from your shoulders here and now, and fuck it like I was going to before you started this infernal desperate conversation to save your life.”

“I-I-I, I CAN’T DO WHAT YOU ASK!” she screams.

“Then, don’t,” he says with a broad grin, slicing her head cleanly from her shoulders.