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Hellraiser
Part 11
Golden sunshine pours through the window to bathe my body in its warmth. “Good morning sunshine!” Manson says, his voice especially scratchy. I kiss him. “Good morning, my beautiful baby boy.” We embrace. “Violet, it sounded like you were having good dreams.” He teased. I giggle. “Oh, so you were! You naughty girl!” We continue joking around. “Was it about me?” He asks. “Of course! You’re the only man for me, Brian.” “Oh Violet, you make me smile.” I nestle in closer, enjoying the feeling of being close to him. I reach for one of the pill bottles by the nightstand, but don’t find the ones I’m looking for. “Brian, do you know where my birth control pills are? I can’t seem to find them and I know I brought them.” I say, before doing our morning ritual. A strange expression comes over his face. “No, honey I’m afraid I haven’t, but that’s ok; I bought condoms just in case.” Manson tells me. It was weird; I’d never misplaced or forgotten to take those pills. My parents made me start taking them when I turned 14, that was over 2 years ago. Maybe they fell behind the nightstand or something.
About 15 minutes later, my phone rings. “It’s mom!” Knowing the consequences of ignoring her calls, I answer it. “Hello?” “Violet, where are you?” She asks. I remembered the lie I used to go with Marilyn in the first place. “With Della and her family at the motel. They are all still sleeping.” I lie. “Well that Marilyn Manson you love so much is all over the news.” She says. I swallow loudly. “For what?” I ask, pretending not to know. “He married some teenage girl who looks just like you.” “Oh, lucky girl.” I answer, knowing full well that girl is me.
Marilyn and I go shopping. Over $5,000 gone. The rest of the time is spent having sex and enjoying each other’s closeness.
We fly back home Monday evening. I tell my family I just got back from Kansas City with Della. They Believe me.
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2:13AM. I lay awake in my bed, thinking only hours ago I was on honeymoon with Brian. The bed shifts. “Don’t worry Mrs. Warner, Brian is here.” “Marilyn!” I reply. He snuggles against me, hard-on brushing against my leg and contentedly sighs. “My lovely wife.” “Oh Brian!” His hands attach themselves to my tits, I immediately become aroused. “You have such a nice set.” He whispers. “Do me, please, Brian?” I ask, rubbing his crotch. It stiffens under my touch. Manson smiles. “Didn’t we have sex 17 times already in four days?” “I’m 16, this is my sexual prime, I figured you could keep up. Being the god of fuck and all.” I answer with a laugh. Oh princess, I can; bad ole Manson is gonna fuck your brains out!” He growls, dick in hand. I, sleeping naked since we got married, open my legs even wider. Manson creeps up the blankets to suck on my nipples. “Marilyn, I love you so fucking much.” I whisper, pressing him against me.
Out of nowhere, a loud sound crashes just outside the door. We stop frozen in position before I quickly move him and all my blankets and pillows to one side just as the door swings open. “What is going on in here?” My mother angrily asks. “Nothing, I was just having a sexy dream, that’s all. I lie. “So you aren’t hiding anyone in here?” “Me? No, never!” I say, Brian’s face pressed against my ass. “I swear, I wouldn’t ever do that!” I cover. “I’ll catch you someday.” She answers, walking out.
“That was close.” Manson says. “Yes, I know.” I whisper, nestling in close. “It’s not like your parents can really do anything; you and me are married, even though I’m a year older than your dad. “ He admits. “And you love me more than anyone else on earth, so it’s ok.” I verify. Manson laughs. “You love me more than anyone else too, right, Vi?” I kiss him. “That’s right.”
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Three weeks go by, I usually always find some lame ass excuse to get away for the weekend so Marilyn and I can go play house in Colorado. Morning comes soon enough. A night of fun with Marilyn Manson usually consists of sex. Lots and lots of sex. I lay awake next to him in his arms. It’s nice but I want to surprise him, so I go down to the kitchen to make breakfast.
I set the pancakes and eggs to the side as I flip the bacon. Arms wrap around me from behind. “It smells wonderful.” “Hey honey.” I answer, my hands over his. “Making me breakfast- how sweet!” “Who said this was for you?” I joke. “Oh, it that so?” Marilyn asks. “Maybe.” I tease, sticking out my tongue at him. “Now you’ve done it, little girl!” “Catch me if you can!” I exclaim, turning the fire off to the stove and running out the back door. “Come here!” Manson playfully shouts, chasing after me. I run around the pool but he is not chasing me anymore. “Brian?” I ask, checking around the back of the little pool shed a few feet from the in ground pool. He’s gone. I stand by the edge, looking into the crystalline water before I am suddenly pushed from behind. “Brian!” He laughs at me. “Oh that was great! You were like “Ahhhhh…” He imitates. I pull him in by his ankles. “Haha I got you!” I tease. “You make me feel young again.” “You are young, Bri.” I reply. He holds me. “I hope you like cold breakfast.” I say, since we’ve been outside for a while. “I don’t mind, that was considerate, thank you.” He responds, with a kiss. “Anytime, hun.” “I can’t believe we have to leave tonight; Saturday.” I state. “Me either, but next weekend should be even better. I have a few surprises planned.” He replies. I smile. “Yeah, but I don’t really want to go just because the FBLA school trip leaves Sunday morning. I just have a bad feeling about it.” “I’ll miss you.” Manson responds. “I’ll miss you too.”
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Manson’s POV (One of two times in this story)
It’s time to take Violet home. She is completely asleep on my lap. I love her so much and we understand each other on so many levels. Sure, she is absolutely beautiful and I love that about her but my favorite thing is her personality. She is like me in a lot of ways. I see a lot of myself in her and I have since I met her one time, years before we became a thing. She was the girl I could never forget about. “Vi, we’re home.” I tell her as the jet stops. “Hmm?” “We’re back, honey.” I left her up and carry her to the car. She wakes and we talk as I take her home. “Are you coming over?” “Yes, I would love to. It’s going to be different sleeping alone while you’re on that trip.” “I’ll call you or text you all the time!” Vi exclaims. “Ok, sweetie.”
I take her up to the bus barn at 6:45 in the morning. Her teachers and the other children are loading the bus. “Brian, I don’t have a good feeling about this.” She voiced. “I’m sure you will be ok, princess. I love you.” She nervously sighs. “I love you too.”
I watch the bus pull away a few minutes later, then go back to my house to sleep. I still have a hard time sleeping without background noise. Violet’s little snores are cute and are just noisy enough for me to sleep to. Silence isn’t a good thing, for me, anyway. I sprawl out on the living room couch with Vi’s blanket, sniffing it. It smells just like her. Twiggy must be at the strip bar again because he’s not here. I feel like he lives there or something now. “I love you.” I say to one of Violet’s pictures, before drifting off to sleep.
My phone rings. 7:42AM. “Hello?” I say. “Are you Mr. Warner; Violet’s husband?” A male voice asks. “Yeah, why?” “Your wife has been in a horrible accident.” “Oh my god! Is she ok?” I frantically question, feeling my heart drop into my stomach. She said she had a bad feeling about it; I should have listened. Only 57 minutes ago she was in my arms, threat of death nowhere near. Or so we thought. “Is she going to be ok?“ I ask again. “We don’t know. There is a huge possibility that she may not make it.” “Oh my god.” I say in complete shock
About 15 minutes later, my phone rings. “It’s mom!” Knowing the consequences of ignoring her calls, I answer it. “Hello?” “Violet, where are you?” She asks. I remembered the lie I used to go with Marilyn in the first place. “With Della and her family at the motel. They are all still sleeping.” I lie. “Well that Marilyn Manson you love so much is all over the news.” She says. I swallow loudly. “For what?” I ask, pretending not to know. “He married some teenage girl who looks just like you.” “Oh, lucky girl.” I answer, knowing full well that girl is me.
Marilyn and I go shopping. Over $5,000 gone. The rest of the time is spent having sex and enjoying each other’s closeness.
We fly back home Monday evening. I tell my family I just got back from Kansas City with Della. They Believe me.
~
2:13AM. I lay awake in my bed, thinking only hours ago I was on honeymoon with Brian. The bed shifts. “Don’t worry Mrs. Warner, Brian is here.” “Marilyn!” I reply. He snuggles against me, hard-on brushing against my leg and contentedly sighs. “My lovely wife.” “Oh Brian!” His hands attach themselves to my tits, I immediately become aroused. “You have such a nice set.” He whispers. “Do me, please, Brian?” I ask, rubbing his crotch. It stiffens under my touch. Manson smiles. “Didn’t we have sex 17 times already in four days?” “I’m 16, this is my sexual prime, I figured you could keep up. Being the god of fuck and all.” I answer with a laugh. Oh princess, I can; bad ole Manson is gonna fuck your brains out!” He growls, dick in hand. I, sleeping naked since we got married, open my legs even wider. Manson creeps up the blankets to suck on my nipples. “Marilyn, I love you so fucking much.” I whisper, pressing him against me.
Out of nowhere, a loud sound crashes just outside the door. We stop frozen in position before I quickly move him and all my blankets and pillows to one side just as the door swings open. “What is going on in here?” My mother angrily asks. “Nothing, I was just having a sexy dream, that’s all. I lie. “So you aren’t hiding anyone in here?” “Me? No, never!” I say, Brian’s face pressed against my ass. “I swear, I wouldn’t ever do that!” I cover. “I’ll catch you someday.” She answers, walking out.
“That was close.” Manson says. “Yes, I know.” I whisper, nestling in close. “It’s not like your parents can really do anything; you and me are married, even though I’m a year older than your dad. “ He admits. “And you love me more than anyone else on earth, so it’s ok.” I verify. Manson laughs. “You love me more than anyone else too, right, Vi?” I kiss him. “That’s right.”
~
Three weeks go by, I usually always find some lame ass excuse to get away for the weekend so Marilyn and I can go play house in Colorado. Morning comes soon enough. A night of fun with Marilyn Manson usually consists of sex. Lots and lots of sex. I lay awake next to him in his arms. It’s nice but I want to surprise him, so I go down to the kitchen to make breakfast.
I set the pancakes and eggs to the side as I flip the bacon. Arms wrap around me from behind. “It smells wonderful.” “Hey honey.” I answer, my hands over his. “Making me breakfast- how sweet!” “Who said this was for you?” I joke. “Oh, it that so?” Marilyn asks. “Maybe.” I tease, sticking out my tongue at him. “Now you’ve done it, little girl!” “Catch me if you can!” I exclaim, turning the fire off to the stove and running out the back door. “Come here!” Manson playfully shouts, chasing after me. I run around the pool but he is not chasing me anymore. “Brian?” I ask, checking around the back of the little pool shed a few feet from the in ground pool. He’s gone. I stand by the edge, looking into the crystalline water before I am suddenly pushed from behind. “Brian!” He laughs at me. “Oh that was great! You were like “Ahhhhh…” He imitates. I pull him in by his ankles. “Haha I got you!” I tease. “You make me feel young again.” “You are young, Bri.” I reply. He holds me. “I hope you like cold breakfast.” I say, since we’ve been outside for a while. “I don’t mind, that was considerate, thank you.” He responds, with a kiss. “Anytime, hun.” “I can’t believe we have to leave tonight; Saturday.” I state. “Me either, but next weekend should be even better. I have a few surprises planned.” He replies. I smile. “Yeah, but I don’t really want to go just because the FBLA school trip leaves Sunday morning. I just have a bad feeling about it.” “I’ll miss you.” Manson responds. “I’ll miss you too.”
~
Manson’s POV (One of two times in this story)
It’s time to take Violet home. She is completely asleep on my lap. I love her so much and we understand each other on so many levels. Sure, she is absolutely beautiful and I love that about her but my favorite thing is her personality. She is like me in a lot of ways. I see a lot of myself in her and I have since I met her one time, years before we became a thing. She was the girl I could never forget about. “Vi, we’re home.” I tell her as the jet stops. “Hmm?” “We’re back, honey.” I left her up and carry her to the car. She wakes and we talk as I take her home. “Are you coming over?” “Yes, I would love to. It’s going to be different sleeping alone while you’re on that trip.” “I’ll call you or text you all the time!” Vi exclaims. “Ok, sweetie.”
I take her up to the bus barn at 6:45 in the morning. Her teachers and the other children are loading the bus. “Brian, I don’t have a good feeling about this.” She voiced. “I’m sure you will be ok, princess. I love you.” She nervously sighs. “I love you too.”
I watch the bus pull away a few minutes later, then go back to my house to sleep. I still have a hard time sleeping without background noise. Violet’s little snores are cute and are just noisy enough for me to sleep to. Silence isn’t a good thing, for me, anyway. I sprawl out on the living room couch with Vi’s blanket, sniffing it. It smells just like her. Twiggy must be at the strip bar again because he’s not here. I feel like he lives there or something now. “I love you.” I say to one of Violet’s pictures, before drifting off to sleep.
My phone rings. 7:42AM. “Hello?” I say. “Are you Mr. Warner; Violet’s husband?” A male voice asks. “Yeah, why?” “Your wife has been in a horrible accident.” “Oh my god! Is she ok?” I frantically question, feeling my heart drop into my stomach. She said she had a bad feeling about it; I should have listened. Only 57 minutes ago she was in my arms, threat of death nowhere near. Or so we thought. “Is she going to be ok?“ I ask again. “We don’t know. There is a huge possibility that she may not make it.” “Oh my god.” I say in complete shock
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