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thebluemage · 1 year

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The Hills | Steve Kemp

Pairing | Steve Kemp x dark!reader

Warning | Explicit sexual content, 18+, smut, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, cyberstalking, hacking, gaslighting, dark web, black market harvesting, manipulation, mentions of canibalism, mentions of distributing of body parts, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of Stockholm Syndrome, dark themes, Steve Kemp (he's a warning on his own!)

Summary | You discover Steve’s dark secret but you still admire him for it.

Word Count | 3163

A/N | Here’s the next part to Obsession, enjoy! ❤️ Beta’d by the amazing @lunarbuck, but all mistakes are my own. Banner & divider made by @vase-of-lilies. If y’all enjoy it, leave some feedback, comment and reblog. I’d really appreciate it!! 💗

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First chapter | Series Masterlist | Masterlist | My Ko-fi

‘I only call you when it’s half-past five. The only time that I’ll be by your side, I only love it when you touch me, not feel me. When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me. When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me, yeah.’ - The Weeknd

A few days go by, and you can’t stop thinking about Steve. Between the back-and-forth texting, he is nice and funny, everything you could ever ask for. You’re absolutely smitten with him. Just as you pull your laptop onto your lap, you receive a text from Steve.

Hey, Angel. Want to meet up?

Yes, of course! Are you calling me ‘angel’ now?

Oh, yeah! Unless, you want me to stop… If that makes you uncomfortable.

No, no, please. Keep going, I like that!

Good, it’s a date! I will send you the address and time! I can’t wait to see you again! My angel.

He sends you the address that is located near the bookshop where you first met him, and it’s not far from your place. You decide to walk the distance there, which is just a few blocks away.

You walk into a warm and cozy cafe. The smell of coffee roams around the acoustic atmosphere of the place. It’s lovely. As you look through the crowd of people, you lock your eyes on Steve again. A smile spreads across your face.

“Hey there, handsome.” You approach the booth where he’s sitting. He stands up and greets you with a hug. “Hey, Angel.”

He’s wearing a soft brown sweater with black pants to complete the look. You wrap your arms around his body as you slide closer to him. His large hands touch your back while he pulls you into his embrace. The scent of his cologne infiltrates your nostrils as you smell his strong scent, a mix of a dewy scent of sage and bergamot. You never want to let him go, not ever.

“You smell nice.” You voice out when you sadly pull away from him.

“Thank you, Angel. You’re so delightful, and you look beautiful as ever.” He compliments as he takes another look at you, roaming his eyes on your body. “Magnificent.”

Steve is utterly fixated on you. He can’t believe that he has found someone as heavenly as you are. Ethereal yet tangible, wholesome yet sinful to his desires. He only wants more of you with each passing second, he wants to know what you feel like wrapped around him as he rampantly thrusts into you. Fire arises when you look at him, as if you can see right through him. He can’t wait to take a bite out of you.

“You flatter me, Steve.” You reply to him, when you avert your eyes back to Steve, becoming aware of his intense gaze on you. Your eyes connect together, and you feel a spark igniting in your gut.

“It’s the truth.” He states as his stare lingers on. You couldn’t look away from him, afraid to lose this sense of coming home.

“Uhh, let’s sit down.” He takes your hand and maneuvers you into the booth. He takes his place with you sitting next to him.

“So, here come the awkward questions,” he declares while he laughs a bit.

You tell Steve some basic information about yourself as he listens intently. You don’t want to reveal everything about yourself to him as you feel apprehensive about opening up, so you improvise a generic white lie.

I won’t tell him about my job and about my hacking skills. Maybe I can do more damage and use it to my advantage.

You tell him a different job occupation and he nods notably.

A waiter comes to your booth to take your orders and leaves quickly, hurrying to the next customer. Several minutes later, another waiter comes with your orders.

“So, what brings you to town, Steve?” You ask him as you tilt your head curiously.

“My second residency.”

“Nice. I can imagine many women would line up just to get a procedure done by you.”

“Not that many, if I’m being honest. Most women that come to me want to change their physique. You have the occasional boob job, tummy tucks.” He plucks a red cherry out of the cup and pops it in his mouth.

“And butt lifts.” You finish for him with a smile.

“Yeah, that too,” He chuckles knowingly.

“Do you have any social media, perhaps?” You ask him as you take your phone out of your bag to search him online.

“I don’t have any.” He shakes his head immediately.

Hmm, strange.

“Instagram?” You question, persisting on answers as you move closer to him.

“I don’t feel like sharing things about my private life.”

“Okay, that’s valid.”

“What about Twitter?” You continue the questions as you bring your body forward to him and lean your head against your hand for support. He takes a few sips from his drink, taking his time to answer.

“No. Does anyone have anything smart to say on Twitter? No way.”

“How am I able to contact you more easily? If not via social media, and only texting?”

“I don’t know, you can always send me a letter the old-fashioned way,” he suggests jokingly, as you laugh at his witty comment. He looks up at you, and something mischievous glimmers through his eyes while he smiles at you.

“What?” You ask him when he keeps staring at you, taking a glimpse at your mouth.

“You have such a beautiful smile.”

“Thank you, Steve. You’re so kind.”

The afternoon progresses to evening, and you and Steve lose track of time. When Steve goes to the toilet, you decide to peek into his wallet that he left behind. His ID card presents a different identity than what he alluded to. His actual name is Brendan Steven Kemp.

Huh. Should keep that in mind. What secrets are you hiding, Steve? No social media? Come on now, what doctor doesn’t have a social media of their own?

Before he comes back, you take a picture of his ID card from both sides for later search purposes and neatly put it back into his wallet. Between laughter and regular flirting, you both seem to be in a trance-like state, together in your own little bubble. The tension builds up between you and him; it’s undeniable. As soon as you two walk out of the cafe and walk the short distance to your apartment, the attraction is palpable.

“Fuck this.” You approach him and close the space between you and him. You grab his face and crush your lips onto his with a passionate fire.

Steve immediately reciprocates and kisses you back. His mind races due to his own duality for you. He must have you. You moan when you feel his tongue sliding into your mouth, clashing onto yours with wild abandon. Steve is enticed by you while he roams his hands all over your body, like a madman. Overwhelming and hot. When you open your apartment door, you both storm through it. When your back hits against the wall of the tiny hallway, you start to pull your jacket off, and let it fall to the floor.

He pulls away slightly to catch his breath and looks at you through gentle eyes while cradling the sides of your face. “Maybe we’re going too fast.”

Oh. That’s the first time. Why is that?

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to rush into it, we can slow down if you like.” You start to back away from the wall when Steve moves away from you, contemplating on what to do. You pick your jacket from the floor and neatly hang it to the coathanger.

“Uhh, do you want something to drink?” You ask him as you go further into your living room, going towards the kitchen. Steve runs a hand through his hair before scratching his forehead with his thumb as he watches you intently and doesn’t respond. He looks away for a second before you continue.

“Or eat?” He looks straight at you with a wild look again, as if he changed his mind again.

Steve can’t let you go, no matter what. To him, you feel like a necessity, a longing that he hasn’t felt in ages, similar to the longing that he only has when he eats his type of meat. It’s inexplicable and indescribable. You’re the quintessential person of his desires. He lets himself fall on your couch when he sighs and directs his gaze to you again, almost pleading and hopeful.

“Just you, Angel.” He gets out of the couch and makes a beeline straight toward you, grabs your face, and pulls you into him, pressing his lips hard against yours. Your breath catches in your throat while you place your hands on his head. A whimper slips past your lips as you’re unable to resist your longing for him.

You greedily touch Steve’s body wherever you can as you guide him to your bedroom. Every touch makes you crave him more, your thoughts whirl around in your mind at a rapid pace. He groans and moves the hand to cup the back of your neck and deepens the kiss, spearing his tongue in your mouth. Your nipples harden and your pussy clenches the longer Steve kisses you. You lay on your bed and start to undress all of your clothes quickly while Steve does the same, staring at you with a hefty and lewd gaze glimmering through his eyes.

He climbs on top of you as he hovers his body over you while he stares passionately; his cerulean eyes growing darker by the second. He can’t believe your beauty, a stunning sight before his own eyes as if you’re a celestial being. He slowly moves his head down and starts to kiss you deeply again.

“I want you, my love,” he muses out hoarsely. He’s breathing just as harshly as you are.

“I’ve wanted you for days. Ohh!” You exclaim when Steve cups your breasts in his hands and molds your flesh before he pinches and plucks at your nipples, sending shivers up your spine.

“Hmm, you’re so responsive to me. Good girl.” He utters out seductively. He takes one of your breasts to his mouth and laps at your nipple with his tongue while flicking the other with his hand.

“Oh, fuck!” You announce as you close your eyes at the way Steve’s salacious tongue swirls around your sensitive nipple. He hums with how your soft skin feels to him, savoring every inch of you; his hands making their way to your aching core.

“Let me worship you, angel. I need to taste you now.” He rasps out, with urgency in his voice. He makes his way down while he gently bites into your skin, leaving red marks on the surface. He sets himself between your thighs and bites into each of them.

“Oh, fuck Steve!” You moan as your face contorts with pleasure as he suddenly shoves his face right onto your heat.

“I’m going to ravish you until you’re not able to utter a single word.” His dark cerulean eyes pierce through you as he hums. “And you’re going to be mine.” The feeling of his tongue going through your slit makes your back arch from the bed, and you moan out his name.

“Please, Steve! I– I’ll do anything!” You plead through jagged breaths while he deliciously defiles you. He wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you firmly into place. He gives you long strokes, capturing every bit of essence you have. He sucks and laps your wet slick up with his mouth as if it’s the last drop of water he’ll ever drink in his life. He’s enticed by your taste, and he can’t wait until his cock is deep inside of you.

“Aahh! Steve!” You wail as you grasp a handful of his luscious hair and pull it. He groans, sending surges of lightning over your body. Your hips buck up as your body quiver underneath him, taking in all the bliss until you feel one of his fingers prodding into you, seeking entrance to your wet and aching pussy.

“Oh fuck!!” You exclaim as you arch your back from the bed while you hear the muffled groans of Steve underneath you. In one swift motion, he delves two fingers into your slit. A coat of your slick envelops his fingers as Steve licks ferociously on your clit.

“Come for me.” His sultry demand comes out low and husky as if he’s trying to contain his never-ending lust for you.

Your hips buck as your head falls onto the pillow from beneath you, when your eyes roll back into their sockets. You feel yourself come undone for him as your walls squeeze around Steve’s digits.

“Aaaahh, Steve!!”

“Good. Good girl.” He ushers to your cunt as his strokes lightly decrease. He licks your wetness up with his tongue, and he hums out delicately.

“Hmm, you’re so exquisite.”

“T–thank you, Steve.”

Your chest heaves heavily up as you gradually catch up your breath. He picks up your body tenderly and lays you gently next to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You still feel his erection against the lobes of your ass.

You turn your head in his direction with a questioning look.

“Huh, and what about you?” You look at him, confused yet still dazed from your ravenous orgasm.

“Shh, sh, don’t worry about me, I just want to be close to you, skin-to-skin contact. This night was about your pleasure, not mine,” He simply answers. “Go to sleep, my Angel. You deserve to be well rested.”

Your eyes begin to feel heavy as the dim night light protrudes from the curtain of your window. You lift your arm and wrap it around his chest, pulling yourself more into his embrace.

“Okay, Steve.” You softly accept his demand as your mind dwindles away from any worries. Steve sighs peacefully in return.

“Goodnight, Steve.”

“Goodnight, my Angel.” It’s the last thing you hear before your eyes drift to a close, and you fall into a deep slumber.

The next day stumbles in slowly, with the sunlight peeking through the curtain. Rays of sunshine fall upon your face, enveloping you in warmth. Your eyes open slowly, and you’re in Steve’s arms. He’s still sleeping peacefully when suddenly an alarm starts to go off. Steve opens his eyes rapidly and checks the clock, he hurriedly gets out of bed.

“Oh, fuck. I totally forgot the time,” He says when he starts to dress up in his pants again before taking his shirt off the ground. “My shift at the hospital starts in thirty minutes.”

“Oh, what hospital do you work at?” You ask innocently.

“St. John’s Hospital,” He answers while he pulls his shirt over his head. “My first procedure starts in an hour. A patient is going to be very happy with their boob job.” He continues.

“Well, they’re in good hands with you.” You affirm encouragingly. You hoist yourself up from the bed in a sitting position.

“Why, thank you. I'll see you tonight, Angel.” He takes your hand in his and kisses the top of your hand gently.

“That’s alright, have a good day at work, handsome.”

“I’ll be thinking of you,” He softly intones when he’s all fully dressed and gathering all his belongings. “See you later, Angel.” And with that, he leaves through your apartment door.

You squeal cheerily as you start your daily morning routine. Once you’re dressed and finished eating, you think you should do research on ‘Steve’. You want to know everything about him, so naturally, you take up your laptop and place it on your island and decide to do a simple search on Google. The only results that come up are from his reconstructive surgery website and a few articles that he wrote but there’s something else too, another result, a woman named Ann Kemp.

Out of curiosity, you click on the link. And it redirects you to a Facebook page of a blonde-haired woman with a picture of her family standing in front of a house. And there he is, Steve, standing and smiling with his family. He has a wife and a dog. Ann is holding the dog on a leash. You can’t help but to take another look at the woman, there’s something off about her, but you can’t exactly pinpoint it. You zoom in on her, looking at her hand, and you notice she’s wearing a wedding ring on her left hand.

You should have known that he was married. He’s too good to be true. You take a different approach with your searching. Since you're a talented hacker, you know your way around technology and the mechanics of it. You pull up a more advanced browser that can search literally anything related or attached to that specific name, word or thing. The general public would know that browser and use it to go on the Dark Web. You have a program installed, so your IP address isn’t trackable. You remember having a picture of his ID with his real name on your phone. So, you take your phone out and look into it and you type in his name ‘Brendan Steven Kemp’. Up come a thousand search results from the normal search results of ‘reconstructive doctor' to a much sinister, more disturbing and shocking result.

There’s a business. The logo contains a white background, and a red logo of a head of a goat with a snake eating itself around it is displayed. You click on the logo, and it redirects you to a website. To your horror, you come to find that Steve practices in the most inhuman activities ever done. He harvests human meat and sells them on the dark web. And here you are, looking at his webshop. The various ‘products’ are listed by mainly female names. There’s a hand that goes by ‘Hope’, and the description is ever so horribly detailed as if it is a delicacy. With a price tag of thirteen thousand dollars!!

I knew it!! You have a wife!! I have to get out her of the picture, though. I can’t have her orbiting around you like some lost puppy dog. I can’t have that, Steve. There’s also something wrong with her, and how did you meet her anyway? Let me guess, you probably kidnapped her too, and she got Stockholm syndrome as a result.

You immediately go to work with it and pick through his encrypted layers of codes, and when you finally reach the barrier, you unlock the access. With ease, you gain access to his illicit webshop. With another set of difficult codes you shut off his website, and everything turns black.

So, that’s why you’re so private, Steve. You have a wife and are a cannibal. Being able to kidnap dozens of women, probably mutilate them, so as to keep them alive until there’s nothing left, consume them, and ultimately kill them to sell them. And I thought so highly of you. Are you going to do the same to me? Only one way to find out, I guess.

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Angel Of Death, Chapter 15

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: gun violence, mentions of a gun, murder.

“Are you okay?”

You frowned, looking at Ransom, “I’m fine, Ransom.”

“I can see it on your face clear as day, Nicola, that’s why I’m asking, “Ransom pointed out as he watched for even the slightest of changes on your face, “I’ll ask you one more-“

“If you don’t seem to think that I’m okay, why are you even asking me?” you asked, cutting him off, “you know that I’m stressed out over all of this…you know I feel like I’m losing my damn mind. I’ve only ever felt this insecure in myself once before…and I feel like I’m about to crash and burn. What else more is there to say, Ransom?”

“I just want you to be open and honest with me Nicola.”

“And I don’t want my father to be gone. I don’t want Bobby to be burning my family’s legacy to ashes around me. I don’t want to lose everything” you hissed, snapping on the one man who was being patient with you. You felt the sting of the tears hitting your eyes and streaming down your cheeks, “I know his tactics, Ransom. I know what Bobby is doing. He’s purposefully setting out to be a hinderance, to show my enemies that I’m nothing without a man to back me up. He knew Charles was going to be murdered and he stood there…now…after what I did to him...he’s not going to let me go, Ransom. He’s salting the earth. He killed my fiancé. He killed my father. He burned my house to the ground. I know that he wants me to come to the place where he and I started…he wants me to come back to him….he wants me to go back there because I tried to sever his ties when I severed his tongue. He’s going to come after you…an-and I don’t know if I could handle losing you too…”

Ransom’s jaw ticked, “You’re not going there.”

“You think I have a choice?” you scoffed, the tears working their way down your cheeks, “you think that I have the option to say no, Ransom? If I say no, he’ll just keep coming after me. He’ll come after you and Char-“

“LET HIM!” Ransom yelled in her face, “LET HIM FUCKING TRY TO COME FOR YOU AND CHARLES. I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MYSELF, BUT I WON’T LET HIM GET TO EITHER OF YOU, OKAY? HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT FOR YOU TO JUST LET GO FOR A MOMENT AND TRUST THAT I CAN PROTECT YOU?”

“BECAUSE NO ONE EVER PROTECTED ME!”

Ransom’s heart shattered, “You don’t think Charles protected you when he took on that role of pretending that he was Nicholas Paretti? You don’t think your father watched over you?”

“Charles knew about Bobby…he was training under him when it happened,” you admitted, tears streaming down your cheeks, “Charles never protected me from that. He pretended to be Nick Paretti because of his own guilt. I know that…our love took years to build…and my father watched over his own interests.”

“What about me?” Ransom asked, wrapping his own arms around the woman that he had grown to love in such a short amount of time, “you don’t think I’ll protect you?”

“I’ve been let down by too many men to trust them, Ransom.”

“Not even when they love you?”

Your breath caught in your throat, “y-you what?”

“I love you,” he repeated softly, “the other night…when we had sex, you said it…I told you that I loved you too, but I don’t think you were ready to acknowledge it…but I want you to know how I feel Nicola…”

“Ranso-“

“You have to know that,” he repeated softly, taking your hands in his own, “I love you…and I know that you feel guilty about everything. About your father. About Charles. About not catching Kemp, but I’ve done everything I can to try to let you know that I’m in your corner…and I’ll always be in your corner, Nicola. I love you and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you or Charles. I’ll fucking burn the world to ashes to protect you even if it means the end of my own empire.”

“Ransom…”

“He’s at my warehouse,” Ransom said softly. You bit your lip as your eyes shot to his, “I have Kemp in my warehouse, waiting for you…whenever your ready…to deal with him however you see fit.”

“Ransom…that-“

“Is just another way that I can prove to you how I feel,” he pointed out as he cut you off. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “I love you Nicola…”

“I-I love you too, Ransom.”

“I know baby…I know.”

Ransom stared at you as your heels clicked a path down the mostly abandoned warehouse to the interrogation area. He watched with bated breaths as you glared the man that killed Charles as though he meant nothing. The man who had been around your son. Your jaw clenched as you felt the rage building up inside of you.

Ransom’s feet moved before he could stop himself and soon enough, he was behind you as you stared at the unconscious man.

You lowered your gun as your bottom lip warbled. The anger fell away like a shell you’d grown out of, and you felt a few stray tears slip down your cheeks, “I-I can’t do it. I thought that I could…but I can’t. I-I can’t kill him.”

Ransom’s hand went over yours and he took the gun from you carefully, “It’s okay to not be tough all the time, Nicola…everyone deserves the chance to be soft.”

Your eyes were glassy as you looked over your shoulder at him, “H-he killed Charles…”

“And you feel obligated to kill him for it,” he whispered gently as he pressed a line of firm kisses along one of your shoulders, “that’s more than enough…”

“He was near my son, Ransom.”

“You’re still mourning…you can’t have all of that rage trying to cloud your heart when you’re in a pit of grief, Nicola…” Ransom sighed. You turned around and looked at the man that you’d proclaimed your love for. You had to stand there and examine him. There was no pressure there. No expectations. He just wanted you to be safe and happy. He wanted to love you and let you be loved. Your hands fell to his pecs, and you leaned forward. He gave you a gentle kiss, “you know that I’d do anything for you, Nicola…you don’t even have to ask me.”

He gently rubbed the tip of his nose against yours, and you noticed his arm raise. Neither one of you broke eye contact as the gun went off, the noise echoing in the warehouse.

“I love you.”

“And I love you,” Ransom repeated, “like I said…I don’t expect anything though, Nicola. I just want you to be okay…”

“I’m okay with you,” you all but whispered. He gave you a soft smile and pressed his lips to your forehead, “let’s go home, Ransom. It’s late…”

“Whatever you want, baby.” He agreed. He wrapped his arm around you and turned, leading you out of the warehouse and to his Beemer. The two of you drove back to his estate quickly, and you weren’t surprised to see the porch light on.

Wordlessly, the two of you slipped into the house, Bucky nodding from his spot in the main hall while he looked up from the very obvious porn that was playing on his cell phone.

“The kids are here, Barnes…save that shit for your room.”

“Be happy I’m not cranking it here,” he grumbled with a scoff, “and anyways, the kids are two floors above me…I doubt the little angels are waking up to listen to my porn.”

Ransom shook his head as he led you up the stairs, “if either child wakes up and hears that, I’m castrating you myself.”

“Don’t tease me with the good foreplay, boss,” he joked, sending Ransom a smirk. But he turned off his phone regardless, “you guys good for the night?”

“We’re good,” Ransom agreed as you hit the landing of the second floor, “you’re off the clock, Barnes. Can head home if you want, or up to your room.”

You heard Bucky sigh as the two of you went to his personal office so he could deposit the gun in his safe. But you both were surprised to see Charles, asleep on the couch, his ipad still playing a television show.

“I think he likes you too,” you told Ransom softly as you nodded towards your son. You let go of Ransom and walked over to your son, turning off his ipad and running your fingers through his hair. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Ransom following you, but he stopped behind the couch and opened up a chest, “he knew both of us were gone and slept where he felt the safest…he used to do that when he was a toddler. I remembered how we would snuggle up on the second floor balcony and watch the stars in Italy.”

Reaching in, he pulled out a crocheted blanket and you raised your brow, “my grandmother made it for me when I was a child…it’s one of the last things I have from her…”

And then you watched as he put it over your son and tucked it in around him. Your heart melted at the sight, and you stood frozen in place as your son nuzzled into it, the smallest of smiles on his lips.

“Ransom.”

He frowned, looking back up to you, “should we have tucked him in upstairs in his room?”

You felt the tears at the corners of your eyes again as you shook your head, “no…no…I just…I didn’t expect you to do something like that…”

“He may be growing on me,” Ransom admitted softly as his own hand ran over the young boy’s hair and slid down his cheek, “but only just a little bit…”

“That’s more than enough for me,” you offered sweetly, knowing the underlying tone to his sentiment. You knew that Ransom and your son were starting to get along with one another, even if they were both hesitant to admit it. They had a lot of similarities, “I appreciate the effort, Ransom...from both of you.”

Chapter 16

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adulting-sucks · 2 years

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Fresh Beginnings

Summary: Everyone has a backstory, a reason they become who they eventually become. Yours just happened to create a monster you couldn’t control.

Steve Kemp x Dark Reader; Eventual Dark Steve Kemp x Dark Reader

Word Count: 6409-eek! This got away from me; Sorry!

This is a dark story. I am not responsible for your media consumption. Pleas stay away if under 18 or if dark subject matter bothers you

Warnings: Smut, Smut, Smut, Dark, if you haven’t watched the movie and don’t want spoilers, please stay away, bad medical jargon only known from watching too many medical shows

This is not proofread, all mistakes are my own. I hope you enjoy!

Brendan Steven Kemp was in his second year of surgical residency. At this moment, he was being paged to handle an emergency gunshot victim who had just presented to the ER. His eyes looked at the numbers and words, taking a minute to focus on the blurry images in front of his sleep deprived eyes.

He threw on his white lab coat, pressed the button to acknowledge the page, and made his way to the stairs down to the emergency room. He stopped at the charge nurse’s desk, stating “I’m Dr. Kemp, I was paged for a trauma?” The charge nurse, on the phone with an incoming rig, barely spared him a glance as she said “Trauma room 2” and pointed to the left.

Kemp grabbed some gloves off the wall, and made his way in, past the nurses and the ER doctor, avoiding the bloody gauze and puddles from blood loss. “What have we got?” he asked, taking his place on the left side of the patient, grabbing the mouse on the rolling computer, pulling up the imaging.

“GSW, through the abdomen, no exit wound. BP is low, dropping. We’ve infused 2 pints O neg, he’s received 3L LR, large bore IV wide open. He’s tachycardic, fast scan shows fluid in the abdomen,” the ER doc stated.

“Bullet is intact, I don’t see any fragments. Let’s get him prepped and ready for the ER. On my count, 1, 2, 3!” The patient was moved to a mobile hospital bed, two nurses at the top pushing the bed, and watching to make sure the IV’s remained intact, a tech at the bottom helping to steer. Dr. Kemp followed behind, stopping at the nurses station to place a call to Dr. Avery, his attending.

Nine hours later, an exhausted Avery and Kemp were washing their hands after the surgery, managing to save the life of the victim, although he did code twice on the table. The bullet shredded the large intestine, however the repair was done flawlessly, without the patient needing a colostomy bag.

Kemp walked to the surgery waiting room, calling the name of the victim to give an update on his condition. You stood up, your long legs lithe and accentuated by the six inch heels you wore, your dress pants pleated perfectly, your dress shirt wrinkle free, even after hours of waiting.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Kemp, I just wanted to update you on your brother’s condition. We were able to remove the bullet intact. He suffered massive trauma to his large intestine, however we were able to remove the shredded and damaged area, and reconnect the intestines. He won’t need a colostomy, however we will need to keep him in ICU for the next few days on antibiotics in case he goes septic from the waste that sat in his abdominal cavity. Do you have any questions for me?” Kemp asked, trying very hard to look you in your eyes and not at your chest.

“Thank you so much Dr. Kemp, I think you’ve answered any questions I may have had. When will we get to see him?” you inquired, batting your eyes lashes and wiping away a stray tear.

“He’s still under anesthesia, and will be for the next twenty-four hours to help him heal. Tomorrow morning would be best, you should probably go home and get some rest. Please let me know if you need anything, here’s my card.” Kemp handed you his business card with his cell and pager numbers on them.

“Thank you so much again, Dr. Kemp,” you replied, giving him a quick hug. Kemp breathed you in, wholly intoxicated by your perfume, reminding him of fresh rain in an orange grove.

Dr. Kemp gave a small, lopsided grin, and turned to walk away, needing to finish the chart and check on his patient. He had no idea that this was the very moment his life would change forever, and that you would be everything to him.

“Pull up all information available for Brendan Steven Kemp,” you told your right hand man. “He may be just the surgeon we’ve been searching for now that Gray is gone,” you said, a wicked grin crossing your face. You watched the young doctor’s retreating figure, noticing how nice and meaty his ass was.

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As Dr. Kemp made his morning rounds, he stopped in to check on his gunshot victim from the other night. Looking at his vitals and noting the amount of fluids running, along with the meds piggybacking into the IV, Kemp was so focused he missed you in the chair in the corner until you cleared your throat.

“Hello, Dr. Kemp”, you said, crossing your legs elegantly at the ankles. Kemp jumped, the sudden company bringing him out of his head.

“Shit! Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was here. I can come back later,” Kemp replied, removing his gloves and throwing them in the biohazard bin. He turned to leave when you called his name.

“Dr. Kemp? You’ve been working so hard and taking such good care of my brother. Can I buy you a cup of coffee? Maybe some breakfast? You look exhausted, and even surgeons need to eat, right?” you said, followed by a very sexy, breathy chuckle as you peered at him from under your lashes.

“Uh, sure, yeah. I could eat. It has been about a day or two since I can even remember eating. I insist on paying though,” he replied, not backing down. Men did not let a beautiful lady pay for anything, in his opinion. His mother would be turning in her grave.

“Deal. Where to doc?” you replied, grabbing your purse. You knew the game dictated letting him feel whatever he needed to so you could bring him into the fold. If paying for coffee and a meal is what it took, then so be it.

“There’s an amazing little cafe around the corner. Great and simple breakfasts, and the best coffee in the entire 50 states. He’s also my best friend so I tend to get the better stuff,” Kemp replied, throwing a wink your way.

You know this was supposed to be only business, but damn if he wasn’t just a handsome piece of meat. You couldn’t tear your eyes away, his biceps straining under his lab coat, his thick thighs looking amazing even in oversized scrub pants. His narrow waist and broad shoulders making your mouth water.

You held light, superficial conversation, trying to get a feel for Kemp, seeing if he was the right man for the job. He told you about his hometown, how his parents dying had pushed his career into medicine, how he had moved to Seattle to work at one of the top teaching hospitals in the world. You learned he wasn’t sure what type of surgeon he wanted to be, trauma was his leading lady, but Dr. Avery had also been trying to push him into plastic and reconstructive surgery.

This piece of information is what you needed to start this conversation. Needless to say, this subject matter is still very taboo.

“Dr. Kemp, are you free tonight? I have a business proposal as my company just had a position for a competent surgeon open up. After seeing how you cared for my brother, I think you may just be the one I’ve been looking for,” you said, using his attraction towards you for your benefit.

“Uh, sure, yeah, tonight sounds great,” he stuttered, flushing at the attention and look you were giving him.

“Perfect! I’ll be back around 7 tonight to pick you up. I will have some clothes sent over later today for you. I look forward to seeing you, Dr. Kemp.” You stood and extended your hand. He grabbed it softly, and blushed again, this time the red extending up to the top of his ears.

“Please, call me Brendan,” he replied, holding your soft hand a little longer than what was considered polite.

“See you tonight, Brendan,” you simply replied, turning and walking away, knowing he was watching the sway of your hips and ass, which you purposely exaggerated.

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True to your word, you had a designer suit sent to Kemp, dark blue, crushed velvet with black trim, a white shirt, black bow tie, and black designer shoes to finish the outfit.

Holding the suit and shoes, Kemp couldn’t help how impressed he was with your taste and ability to have everything tailored perfectly for his body. He realized all of this cost more than what he made in a month. It left him wondering what exactly this job entailed, and had him seriously considering the opportunity.

He received a text promptly at 7 letting Krmp know you were downstairs waiting in the limo at the front entrance. A limo. Kemp had never been in a limo, let alone been with such a beautiful woman. This was so fresh, so new, he could feel his life taking a step up, heading towards an amazing future.

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The minute you saw Kemp, your mouth was watering. He looked so good in his suit, hair slicked back with a lopsided grin. You knew right then you had made the right choice. It was written all over his face, this newfound love for the finer things life had to offer.

Your driver opened the door, allowing Kemp to slide in next to you, his eyes taking in the limo with the innocence of a child on Christmas morning. You couldn’t help the smile that fell on your red stained lips. You saw his eyes widen as he drank you in, your elegant black halter dress snug over your breasts, a large slit on the right side of your leg.

“Hello,” he said, breathless as his eyes wandered all over your figure, that blush creeping up his neck and cheeks.

“Hello, Brendan,” you replied, amusement twinkling in your eyes as you smiled at him. “You look wonderful, blue suits your eyes,” you complimented, finding yourself a little shy and flushed. You hadn’t fully realized how gorgeous this man actually was. Sure you had noticed his tight, round ass, but you completely missed his beautiful steel blue eyes and luscious lips. You were in trouble, you fully admitted to yourself, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stay away and keep things purely professional. But you didn’t give one fuck, looking at him, you knew you needed him in every way possible.

He returned your smile as he slid in, moving close without touching you. You watched him bounce his legs, the tension almost palpable in the air.

“I hope you brought an appetite tonight, my chef has prepared some very special dishes for you to try. I hope you don’t mind, it will just be the two of us, I prefer to discuss my business in private,” you explained as the limo pulled up in front of your home.

You weren’t lying, exactly. This was a conversation meant for only certain ears, the content matter very sensitive, but you would be remiss if you denied having ulterior motives for possible pleasure.

“Oh, uh, sure, yeah, sounds good, great,” Kemp replied, tripping over all of his words. You let out a small giggle, completely entranced by his shy and sweet demeanor.

You turned at the limo door being opened for you, stepping out left leg then right. You waited as Kemp scooted over, exiting on your side as well. To say this was a home was an understatement. This was a fortress, hiding more levels than what could be seen with the human eye. Your front door opened as you approached, your staff meeting you so you weren’t waiting.

As you walked through the living room, you watched Kemp take in everything around him, from the dark red carpet, to the leather couch and loveseat, his eyes then sweeping to the large piece of art on the wall. You couldn’t help but admire his face as those captivating eyes swept over every aspect of the room.

“Would you care for a drink?” you asked, walking over to your bar and grabbing the bottle of fine scotch from the shelf. You grabbed a glass and dropped two ice cubes in, pouring in the amber liquid next.

“Sure, whatever you’re having is fine,” he replied, nervously tapping his feet. You began to notice all his nervous ticks, tapping his feet, bouncing his legs, running his hand through his hair. You found it endearing, and also erotic as you imagined those same hands around your hips, him driving into you over and over while he bent you over the couch he was sitting on. These were ideas to revisit later as you needed to get to the matter at hand.

At that moment, your chef walked in and advised that dinner was ready. You moved to follow him, waiting for Kemp to catch up. He followed you into the hallway, chef leading you to the elegant dining hall, two places set already.

“My chef is the top chef known mainly in Asia and Europe. He has created some amazing and exotic dishes for you to try. I hope this experience is truly eye opening for you,” you explained as you spread your napkin across your lap.

Chef had set up four different dishes, pulling the lids off all with a flourish. The first dish was a small helping of steak, cooked to a perfect medium. The second dish was a pasta, sauce heavy with fresh garlic and crushed red peppers, and a delectable meatball. The third was a little simple cheeseburger, standard with a custom sauce, and typical burger toppings. The final dish was a beef stew, the onion and garlic very heavy yet mouth watering.

Kemp looked at all of the choices and smiled. As you watched his face light up, you realized this kind of food isn’t made for just anybody. It takes a rare person to eat these meals and enjoy them. Tonight, you’d find out if Kemp was that person. And if he could become so much more.

Which would you like to try first, Brendan?” you asked, leaning towards him in interest. Kemp chose to start with the steak. He was a sucker for a perfect medium. You offered sauce if preferred, but Kemp declined. You cut the steak in half, scooping the sautéed onions on top, and adding a portion of garlic red roasted potatoes. You watched him intently, trying to memorize each facial expression as he chewed. Your business proposal depended on this moment, this reaction.

Kemp closed his eyes, a sinful moan leaving his lips and making you clench your thighs just a little bit.

“Oh my fuck, this has to be the most amazing steak I have ever tasted. What is this cut?” he asked, scooping a few potatoes into his mouth, chewing slowly as if to savor each bite. Kemp wasn’t accustomed to the finer things, and with years of student loans in front of him, who knew when he would get to experience this again.

“It’s a rarity, needing to be butchered and prepared in a very specific way, and if done correctly, it is the most fucking exquisite meal in the world,” you replied, taking another bite of your steak with a few potatoes. “So, what would you like to try next?” you asked, wiping your mouth on your napkin.

“Let’s do the burger next,” he replied, pulling the plate in front of the two of you. You cut the small burger in half, placing a small portion in front of Kemp, the other in front of you. You waited for him to take the first bite, again watching his reaction closely. His face immediately showed his pleasure, a sight you were starting to really appreciate. This went on with the pasta and meatballs, and finally the stew. As Kemp leaned back in satisfaction, you were finally ready to start the conversation.

“So Brendan, now that you’ve tried the meat, let’s get down to business. What did you think of the meals?” you inquired, refilling the wine glasses in front of you and him. You leaned back in your chair, your finger tracing the rim of your glass, a nice buzz from the meal and alcohol burning through you. You took a sip of your wine, crossing your legs.

“This has to be the best food I have ever had the pleasure of eating,” he replied, a sleepy grin on his face as he took another sip. That look, oh that fucking grin. You were in trouble, no going back now.

“Our product is fresh, cut right before packaging with little details included about the source. We are looking for a new surgeon to take the place of our former employee. We will pay off your student loans, we will provide you a six figure income to start, with quarterly raises, you will be provided a home, a car, a company black card to cover any and all expenses you have for the entirety of your time with us,” you started, getting right down to business and the benefits. You watched his eyes grow in amazement, and you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips. “As of this moment, we have already paid your student loans, and secured the attention of Dr. Avery for the next few months as a private instructor for the remainder of your residency. You will be required to spend your day hours, morning to evening, with Dr. Avery, and then be expected to put your training into practice for a few hours each night. Once Avery gives his approval, you will be free to work your own hours with us, so long as you keep up with your workload.” You took another sip, ready for the eventual questions Kemp would have.

“How am I going to help your fresh food business as a suregeon? Kemp asked, hesitation in his voice, skepticism in his eyes. You knew this would need to be answered, however you felt showing him instead of telling him would work the best.

“Please follow me, I’d like to answer your questions by showing you the product. I find it makes more sense that way for beginners,” you replied, standing and offering your hand to the very confused, very handsome doctor.

He grabbed your hand, following behind you as you led him to a door leading down to your basement. You added a little sway to your hips knowing he was watching. You turned to give him a reassuring smile only to see him flush in embarrassment as you caught him staring at your ass.

“It’s okay to like my ass, Brendan. We will explore that part of our future after we finish with business,” you stated, smiling and blushing yourself, as if this was a schoolgirl crush. The smile he gave you in return was so happy and a little cocky. You couldn’t wait to try this ride out. As you led him down the stairs, you found yourself growing apprehensive thinking of what his reaction would be. This would be a lot for any person, but you worried about his reaction solely. It had been a while since you had felt this way towards anyone, and you didn’t want this to end, scared it would stop before it had even started.

“Here we are, the source of our product. Feel free to walk around, take a look at the information, ask any questions you have,” you advised, moving to the side to let Kemp through.

“Sure smells clean for having farm animals,” Kemp joked, looking at the first chart hanging outside of the door. He thumbed through the pages, looking at the vitals, going over the surgical procedures performed thus far. “Huh, these vitals are so similar to humans; I thought for sure bovine would be at least a little different,” he commented, more to himself than you. The chart he was looking at was for the subject named Penelope. You moved in front of him, removing the chart from the wall, and unlocking the door with the bracelet you had on.

“That’s because we don’t use bovine, or any other farm animal. Our meat is for a selective group of people, a group who pays top dollar for a rare and taboo experience,” you explained as the door slid open. On the floor in front of you was a small woman, left arm and right leg missing, bandages around her abdomen signaling recent trauma or surgery there also.

“Oh…what the fuck?! Are you telling me you fed me a fucking human?!” Kemp yelled, more bewildered than outraged. Shock ran its course through his face, eyes widening, jaw open and slack. Shock quickly turned to understanding, but there was no outburst of anger, no tears, no vomiting. Just comprehension.

“Yes, Brendan. The meals you are tonight were comprised of meat from Penelope’s abdomen and thigh, the most tender and flavorful choices, in my opinion,” you replied, maintaining eye contact. Moods and energy can shift in a heartbeat, and you had to protect yourself just in case.

“So my job would be,” he swallowed, working the situation through. “I would be removing meat, while the patient is still alive?” he asked.

“Yes. Maintaining life and oxygen to the meat for as long as possible is absolutely necessary to obtain our freshest product,” you explained. “We keep them for as long as possible, only terminating then once all usable product has been obtained.” You walked over to Penelope, running a hand through her hair and down over her cheek. Kemp watched as she shuddered and pulled away from your touch, completely enthralled by the scene in front of him. He knew he should be repulsed, should be running as fast and as far as he could, but he wasn’t and he wouldn’t. This was an entirely new existence for him, a brand new world to finally have everything he had ever dreamed of.

“So, Brendan. What do you think? Is this something you would be interested in as your new career?” you inquired, running your hand up and down his back, stopping to trace small patterns here and there.

“Do you also come with the job?” he asked, smiling at you, pupils blown so only a tiny sliver of color was showing. He moved closer to you, lifting your face with a finger under your chin.

“Normally, I wouldn’t mix business with pleasure, however you have made me rethink that choice. I am absolutely included in this package, just for you,” you responded, rubbing your front along his, your nipples hardening at the sensation, your cunt rubbing against his cock bulging prominently in his suit pants.

He grabbed you by your neck, pulling your lips to his, kissing you like a man starved. You opened your mouth to him, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth, battling for dominance. He pulled away, leaving you both breathless. He started kissing his way down the column of your neck, leaving a trail of heat that you swear was tangible.

He stopped at the top of your breasts, reaching around your neck to unfasten the halter at the nape of your neck. The top of the dress dropped down, revealing the lace black bra you wore. He stared at your chest, his breath catching as he removed the offensive cloth blocking his path.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said, dropping his head to suck on your right breast, kneading the left roughly with his hand. He released your nipple with a pop, switching sides and position to pay attention to your other breast. He bit and sucked leaving marks running down your skin and around your nipples which seemed to be his favorite place to be.

“Should we head to my room and continue this?” you asked, feeling how ruined your lace panties were with just the little amount of attention. You both were so caught up in the moment, you forgot you had an audience. You looked down at Penelope who sat twirling her hair around her index finger.

“No. I can’t wait. And this is an extreme turn on for me,” he replied, and you suddenly realized he was on his knees in front of you. He kissed your covered cunt through your dress, only bothering to remove it after you warned him not to ruin it, it was your favorite.

He held your hand as you stepped out of the dress and gently placed it to the side. When he returned his attention back to you, he started kissing your right calf, leading up to the inner thigh, completely skipping over where you wanted him as he repeated the actions on your left. He smirked as you whined when he again skipped over your pussy, loving how absolutely wrecked and needy you were for him. He had never been this turned on by anyone before you, and he knew he would never be again.

He finally started kissing your clothed cunt, the smell of you trapped in his nose, his very existence. He pushed the lace parties down and you kicked them off with your right leg. He grabbed that leg before you could put it back down, and rested it on his shoulder, opening your wet cunt up to him. He dove in, eating you like a man starved, his tongue running up and down your slit, plunging in and out of your cunt, teasing and lightly touching your throbbing clit, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

You suddenly felt one finger, then two in your pussy, stretching and opening you, preparing you to receive all he had to offer. He pumped his fingers in and out, the squelch from your wet cunt filling the room. He attacked your clit, flicking his tongue over and over, feeling you reach closer and closer to the edge as your pussy started gripping his fingers.

“That’s it, gorgeous. I need you to cum for me, cum all over my hand, then I need you to cum all over my cock,” he encouraged, grinding his thumb in a figure eight over and over your clit, the pressure building. You tipped over the edge, cumming harder than you ever had before. No one had ever pleased you to this extent, and you were so wrapped up in your orgasm, your vision blacked out.

As you slowly returned to your body, you felt Kemp kissing his way up your legs, moving slowly, only disconnecting to remove his own clothes. You opened your eyes, hooded in lust, staring into his eyes, slowly drinking him in as your eyes roved his body. When they landed on his cock, you couldn’t help the moan that left your mouth. His cock stood proudly against his perfectly chiseled abs, something hidden beneath the scrubs. You reached out to grab his cock, starting to drop to your knees, fully needed to taste this man.

“I need to feel you, gorgeous. As much as I want your lips around my cock, I need to cum in that amazing cunt first,” he said as he pulled you to your feet. He lifted you under your ass, you instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist as he walked you backwards until your back pressed against the cold wall. He thrust into you in one long motion, stilling inside of you to let you adjust to his cock. You couldn’t remember a time you had been this full, so satisfied even before being fucked.

“Brendan, please move,” you whined while moving your hips to cause some friction. Before you could even think, he was pounding into you, drawing all the way out, thrusting right back in until his balls slapped you on your ass, over and over. You felt tears forming, never had you felt this good. You felt his hand move between the two of you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing ferociously while he continued to fuck you.

“Cum for me, gorgeous, I need to feel you cum on my cock,” he groaned into your neck as he continued fucking you. You felt the coil snap, releasing a gush of cum all over his dick, feeling it splash down your legs onto the floor. You felt him tense, his thrusts starting to stutter, his pounding becoming erratic and harder. With a grunt, primal in sound, you felt him cum inside you, his hot release coating your cunt and triggering another orgasm. He rested his forehead on yours as you both rode out your orgasms, panting and moanong together, trading kisses and soft words of content. You whined when he pulled out of you, until he dropped to his knees, and began to clean the mess and mix of both your releases. As you came again, you knew you were absolutely ruined for anyone else, ever.

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You two spent the rest of the weekend wrapped up in each other. You were addicted to his taste, his touch, his dominance. You were a woman in power in a man’s world, you had a hard facade and tough heart. The men around you bowed to your every command, never daring to step out of line. Kemp made you feel weightless, made you feel at peace with the little loss of power as he commanded your body, whispered words of adoration and commandments in your ear, as he pulled you apart over and over again, only putting you back together once he had his fill.

Your chef prepared meals, leaving them outside your bedroom door with wine or water, depending on the time of day or the meal. You two fed each other’s appetites in all ways, carnal, emotional, mental, physical. There was no end and no beginning.

The first year went on like this. You and Kemp would find each other at the end of any long days, losing yourselves again and again. In the morning, he would leave to work with Avery, you would leave to start your meetings. In the evenings, you would take Kemp out to study and learn about finding the right product to bring home and farm. You didn’t let Kemp start this until he had passed the first year. Partly because you needed to make sure he was ready, mostly because you couldn’t tame the jealous monster in you at the thought of him with another woman.

The first time, Kemp was a little nervous, fumbling over his words, a flush rising up his face as he stuttered and stumbled his way through the pick up. Luckily, Anne, his target, was very attracted to a goofy grin and shy line. She gave him her number right away, walking off with a huge smile and a new pep in her step.

You tried to remind yourself that he was yours, but you couldn’t deny his confidence and charm had definitely grown in the last year with you. You couldn’t help the nagging suspicion in the back of your mind that Kemp had grown tired of you. He chose to spend more time with the cabal, drinking and gambling, enjoying being with the guys.

You spent more nights alone, dinner growing cold as you waited for him to join you, receiving a text hours later stating he wouldn’t be able to make it. He barely fucked you anymore, mostly just going through the motions, no real passion behind his thrusts, no words of encouragement or ecstasy, merely grunts until he came, not worried about whether he got you off. He would then roll over and head straight to the shower as if to wash your essence off of him as quickly as possible.

He would tell you he was tired, work was busy, or he had over extended himself in trying to woo Anne into his lair. You believed him, at first. Then the excuses stopped and he would spend entire nights away from home. No texts, no calls, no explanations, just a cold spot on his side of your shared bed. You got used to being alone, only seeing Kemp when he would return to shower and change.

One day, he started going by Steve, getting unreasonably angry when you addressed him as Brendan. After screaming at you for what felt like hours, he slammed his fist into the table and said he was going to finally bring Anne home. Home, not in for product, home. That word was not missed by you.

True to his word, Steve brought Anne in, sharing a drink with her laced with enough Ketmine and Fentanyl to drop a 500 pound horse. You heard him laughing, then the thud when she fell, and him putting his drink down to move her body.

He didn’t come to bed until hours later, smelling of her, not even having the decency to wash the stink of her off. I’m that moment, you made a decision, one that would alter the course of events forever. You had been planning to remove Steve, rid yourself of the monster you had created, but first, you wanted him to suffer. You had prepared a cocktail of Diazepam, Ketamine, and Butorphanol the night before, and once you felt his breaths even out signaling he was asleep, you injected it directly into his neck, a small grunt the only indication he had felt the pinch. You grabbed the other syringe prepared with this same drug combination and made your way out of the bedroom, down the stairs, into the basement and right to Anne’s door.

You opened the door, and she looked up, fearful at first, expecting to see Steve in front of her. When she saw you instead, fear changed to hope, and she begged and pleaded for you to release her.

Anne was the exact opposite of you, tall and lithe where you were petite and curvy, blond and supermodel looking where you were darker and most definitely not a model. Anne screamed Heroin Chic, while you screamed class and style. You were disgusted and disappointed with Steve for making you compare yourself to this woman who didn’t hold a candle to you.

You used her hope and moved closer as if you were going to release her, however you injected her full of the sleepy mix of drugs instead. When she succumbed to the drugs, you dragged her up the stairs into Steve’s sterile operating room. You placed her on the table, draping the surgical towels over her body, grabbing your instruments and opened the newly sterilized pack while waiting for her to wake up. You didn’t numb her or give her the epidural that was standard before these harvestings took place. You wanted her to feel every moment, to scream in pain, to feed the ache caused by Steve’s preference of her and replacement of you.

You didn’t worry about Steve hearing. Not only was he knocked the fuck out, this operating room was also soundproof. You gave no preamble or explanation to Anne. She didn’t deserve one and most definitely wasn’t owed one. You simply started the amputation, her cries and screams music to your ears. Something Steve didn’t know, well that no one knew really, was that you were actually the illustrious and mysterious Dr. Gray, stepping down only when you had found the perfect replacement.

Your music choice of Love Bites by Def Leppard seemed fitting for this occasion. You had a hard time deciding which part would be the best from Steve’s pet, finally deciding on her leg. You marked her where you intended to make your initial cut, slowly cutting through the skin and fat layers, cauterizing as you went to stop her from bleeding out. She screamed and sobbed with those initial cuts, but when you brought out the bone saw, she passed out from the pain. You cut through the femur, clamping and cauterizing as you proceeded. You were finished stiching up the site just a few hours later, so impressed with your perfect suturing. You hadn’t lost your touch, and she would heal nicely even if she didn’t deserve to.

You brought her back down to her prison, giving her some IV antibiotics and pain medication. You weren’t a monster after all.

You brought the meat down to the kitchen and began the process of removing the cuts from the bone, removing the fat, and keeping the meatiest parts. Your chef came in just as you were finishing, and you handed him the perfect cut asking him to prepare it for breakfast. Steve would be waking soon, and you didn’t want to miss his reaction.

You heard him descend the stairs, yawning loudly. You had already showered and changed and were sitting at the table drinking your coffee while waiting for breakfast to be finished. Steve walked over to the coffee pot, then made his way to the table, grabbing the newspaper to look at while actively ignoring you.

Chef walked in at that moment, serving a breakfast burrito complete with eggs, potatoes, onions and peppers, Anne, and green Chile salsa.

You watched Steve take his first bite, moaning at the taste, as if he had never eaten something so amazing before. You stared at him, starting to maniacally laugh as you watched his expression. When Steve asked you what was so fucking funny, you simply continued laughing while handing him the chart on the meat source for this meal. You continued laughing while watching his face closely. He went pale first, then burned bright red in anger at you damaging his play thing.

“Bad girl,” he screamed, grabbing the back of your head and bashing it into the table. He did this a few times, before he finally knocked you out. This was how you came to find yourself as one of Steve’s first victims, Anne being rescued and you effectively taking her place. You didn’t stop laughing, even after waking up to find your right arm had been removed. You had taught him all he knew, and now the teacher became the meal. You laughed all the way up and until your death, Steve telling you along the way how much he hated you for ruining his love. When you took your last breath, your last thought was all about Steve not being able to enjoy Anne, and that brought you more peace than any other thought in this life could.

#dark story #darker than i intended #dark reader #steve kemp #dark Steve kemp #dark reader x steve kemp #sorry if this sucks #fresh movie #fresh steve #sebastian stan

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Obsession | Steve Kemp

Pairing | Steve Kemp x dark!reader

Warning | 18+, Dark themes, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of murder, obsessive behavior, a shitty ex-boyfriend, mentions of stalking, mentions of vandalism, mentions of assault, gaslighting, manipulation. Steve Kemp (he’s a warning on his own!)

Summary | When you have a chance encounter with Steve, you wonder who he actually is.

Word Count | 1614

A/N | So, I wanted to dabble into writing dark fics with dark!reader and what better character than Steve Kemp (my husband) to write it out!! Surprise, this is also the first chapter of my first series!! I got inspired by @extremelyblackandwhite and it gave me an idea to write for it as well. Beta’d by the lovely @lunarbuck, but all mistakes are my own. Banner & divider made by @vase-of-lilies. If y’all enjoy it, leave some feedback, comment and reblog. I’d really appreciate it!! 💗

Masterlist | Obsession - Steve Kemp series

‘You’re an obsession, you’re my obsession. Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?’ - Animotion

It was early afternoon when you entered your local bookshop, taking in the sight of the wooden bookshelves as you smelled the scent of old yet valuable paper and books. It’s your safe haven amongst the turbulence you experienced several years ago.

The second you laid eyes on him in your local bookshop, you knew that he was the one. The stranger is handsome and exactly your type. There's something intriguing about him, an all encompassing energy that surrounds him. And you couldn’t help but be entranced by it. There’s an aura of mystery and magnetism that inexplicably pulls you towards him as your eyes drift to his tall frame. He picks up several books and flips through the pages of it on the wooden shelves, moving from aisle to aisle. You subtly follow the stranger around until he reaches the classics where you’ve also been to check out.

He halts when he makes it to the letter B, his eyes roaming from side to side around on the high shelf. You’re amazed with how he’s dressed and the way he looks. His dark brown hair is neatly combed and properly parted to the side. He’s wearing a pink sweater with a brown jacket on top combined with some jeans. It seems like he is looking for a specific book. The handsome stranger picks up Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë from the high shelf near the beginning of the aisle.

Since the breakup with your ex-boyfriend, something has snapped within you. You can’t really explain what it is, but you always feel the need to be around someone, to know every single detail of their life and what they’re doing to cease the loneliness in your heart. It’s a curiosity that morbidly hinges on being intrusive and obsessive, that’s how you like to recall it. It’s been two years since you had seen him. During the breakup, an altercation ensued that led you to key his car and slash his tires out of vengeance. You didn’t stop there, you regularly stop by his apartment to ‘check’ in on him and trash his place. You’ve also tracked his whereabouts and followed him from behind, a few feet away just to see his reaction as you smiled and played dumb by telling him that it’s ‘just a coincidence’ that you bumped into him. Because your ex-boyfriend was, frankly, an asshole. Maybe, this was the kind of revenge that you needed to act out on; as payback for going through the assault that you endured with him during the five years you’d been together. In your eyes, he deserves it. You reported him many times before to the police and he was arrested with multiple charges on his part.

Your ex didn’t report you to the cops because every time he attempted to; you just put on your act as the civilized and innocent ex-girlfriend who was always the victim to his horrible actions.

“No sir, that’s ridiculous! I might be his ex-girlfriend, but I’m not capable of doing such horrendous things. I don’t even have the strength to slash his tires out. I understand that I broke up with him due to his cruel actions, but he just can’t accept that. And now, he’s taking it out on me by constantly harassing me. Check his record, he has various charges, and I’m afraid that he’ll do something to me that could bring my life into mortal peril.”

“Oh sorry, Miss! I didn’t know that. Do you want to file a restraining order against him?”

“Yes, I’d like that sir. Thank you so much!”

“Okay, that’s settled. We’ll add harassment to his record too.”

“Thank you for helping me out, sir. I appreciate that a lot.”

“No problem, Miss.”

Some things are better left unsaid. You physically moved on but you mentally aren’t able to until something or someone else came along. And luckily for you, it has.

While you’re drooling over the guy standing right next to you, you remember you’re in search of a book of your own, Persuasion by Jane Austen. But it’s on the top shelf next to him, and you aren’t able to reach it. You take a look at the man, with the book neatly tucked underneath his arm.

I gotta have him!

“You don’t strike me as the type of guy to read books by Emily Brontë,” you initiate softly with a sweet angelic tone towards his direction, eyeing him with a precious smile while you fixate your gaze to him, externally scanning him. His radiant blue eyes reach you and in an instant something is unlocked in you.

He chuckles softly at your statement. “You’d be surprised by my various interests then.”

“Hehe, that’s alright. It’s cool that you read classics like that. I find that very cultured of you,” you say complimenting him while you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Why, thank you. It’s not every day a beautiful person such as yourself compliments me on my taste in books.” He smiles while he looks down at the floor, seemingly abashed by your charm.

“You’re welcome and thank you, too!!” You gratefully declare as you shyly avert your eyes away toward the book you’re looking for.

“Are you getting something too?”

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to get to this book by Jane Austen, but I can't reach it.” You extend your arm and stand on your tiptoes to reach to the top shelf, but are unsuccessful. “I’m sorry for asking this, but could you please help me out?”

“Yes, of course! Which book is it?” He asks while looking at the shelf above him in search.

“It’s that brown leather-bound book with gold lettering embossed on it.” You inquire while you point your finger at it.

“I got you!” He extends his arm to the leather-bound book, takes it from the shelf, and hands it over to you as you take it from him.

“Thank you so much! Uhh, what’s your name?”

“Steve, I’m Steve Kemp.”

“Oh, wait… aren’t you a doctor?”

“Oh, so you heard of me? And yes, I’m a reconstructive surgeon.” He implies with a curious look in his eyes.

“Well yeah, I read a paper you wrote about the increasing trends in cosmetic surgery and its impact on the overall consciousness and self-image. It was quite interesting to read,” you answer him honestly as you tap on the cover of the book you’re holding in your hands.

“Oh, thank you. I’m so honored that my paper was read by you, a delightful soul amongst our own.” He places the palm of his hand on his chest in a lighthearted manner.

“I didn’t get your name, what can I call you?”

You tell him your name while you flatten the creases of your skirt with one hand.

“Such a beautiful name. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He sticks his hand out for you to take and then proceeds to kiss the knuckles of your tender hand.

Steve was equally enamored by you, and he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt for you. Your presence and attention is like a toxic drug for him that he couldn’t get enough of. The moment he set his eyes on you, he immediately knew that you’re perfect to him. This is rare, a very rare thought for a man like him who kidnaps women, kills them, consumes them, and sells their body parts to his customers. He knows it’s unfortunate that you’ve met him, despite his instant attraction and soft spot for you. He isn’t able to subdue his appetite and is desperate to know what you taste like. He promises himself that he’ll be careful with you. So, you don’t have to suffer mentally. It’ll be quick and painless. He can have it all with you, he’s sure of it.

“Do you live around here? Because I live on aisle 6, in the crime and thriller section. I just come to the classic book section and talk to random, very good-looking people that stand next to it.”

You chuckle in your head at his joke as you tilt your head sideways and contort your face a little, withholding a smile.

“That was terrible,” he states out loud, self-loathing clearly eminent in his voice.

You think his awkwardly charming behavior was cute at first, but since you have a PhD in Psychology, you don’t trust someone and their intentions so quickly anymore. Therefore you hold your guard up. You need to find out who he actually is and what he’s like. The real Steve.

“Yeah, it was kind of terrible.”

“I’m so sorry.” He immediately said as he started to back off.

“It’s fine.” You reply, while you wave your hand dismissively.

“Have a good afternoon.”

“Yeah, you too.”

Just as he is about to walk away from you, he suddenly turns around as if he has changed his mind. “You know what? Fuck it, I’m already ruining this, so I’m just gonna keep going. Do you think I can have your number?”

“Oh, yeah sure!” You answer enthusiastically in a cheerful tone.

Yes!

You exchange your number with him as he does with you.

“And as a last token of my appreciation towards you, I want to gift you that book you’re holding,” Steve answers casually.

“What? No, Steve. You don’t need to do that!”

“But I want to,” he replies as he looks at the title of your book.

“Persuasion by Jane Austen, huh,” he pauses as his shimmering eyes look at you, intrigue and awe glimmering in his gaze as if you’re the only one for him. “Well, you certainly persuaded me.”

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