Possession: Christmas Vengeance - Chapter 1 - Warming Up - edited - Sex Stories

Possession: Christmas Vengeance - Chapter 1 - Warming Up - edited

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DISCLAIMERS

In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don't agree with his choices, and you're not supposed to either. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That's the POINT. This is HORROR.

This is more PORN than PLOT.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISHES / WARNINGS

-Non-con

-Gross and creepy sniffing / tasting (panties, ass, piss)

-Breastmilk

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Chapter 1 - Warming Up

I've had their address for a while. A perfect little house in the suburbs. A perfect little family inside, asleep. Makes me sick.

Two years ago today. He was drunk and texting, but they called it an “accident”. His car was fine. His wife was shaken but fine. She helped convince the police that it was my fault, not his. I caught a glimpse of the wreck as they lifted my stretcher into the ambulance. My car totaled. My wife and kids with sheets over their bodies. Ambulance doors shut and my life went black.

That’s the last thing I remember until now, standing here in front of their house. Two years later, in the middle of the night. Snow on the ground, Christmas tree in the window. ...

... Their house is too beautiful.

Their life went on happily. Their daughter spoiled rotten. They manipulate everyone around them. My entire family dead. My wife. My kids. Everything taken from me. But they got off without even a slap on the wrist. Without guilt.

I know I can do things. I don’t know why, but I have power now. Power to enact vengeance. I don't know how I got here, but I know exactly what I'll do. It's the only thing left to do. Then I can move on.

I glide over the yard, cloaked in the darkness of the night. Everything is cold. The front door is nothing to me.

Inside, their living room is beautiful. Expensive furniture, artwork, Christmas tree and decorations, mantle and fireplace, curving stairs off to the side leading up to where they sleep. I move silently up the stairs. Everything is wealth. Expensive decor on the walls. Pristine. Sickening. I need to desecrate it all.

Upstairs I pass a few doors, peeking in each as I go. Closet. Bathroom. The new baby's room, little guy fast asleep inside. I'm not sure what his name is. He's the one thing I don't want to disturb tonight. Too annoying, too much hassle.

I continue on, seeing a kids room. She’s 18 years old, but her room is that of a child. She refused to grow up. Pampered and spoiled her whole life. Ella is her name.

Door wide open, I peek in. Pink, girly decor everywhere. A room for a princess. There she is. Bundled up in a sweet little cocoon of fluffy blue and green blankets. Fast asleep. ...