The Sinister Desires

Author's Note

...by Pearl Sirius...

This book is entirely fictional and have no resemblance to reality.

It’s a product of my 3 AM thoughts, after reading too much horror stories, and seeing too much crime documentaries, and videos about dark web.

The genre of my story falls under EXTREME HORROR.

It is mainly focus on graphic and explicit depictions of violence, góre, and unsettling themes, often pushing the boundaries of traditional horror to evoke intense emotional reactions from the reader.

So it is only meant for mature audiences due to it's explicit content and designed to shock and disturb.

Please note that the content is purely imaginative and not based on real events.

I don’t promote any of these themes. Please keep in mind, this is entirely Fictional.

You've been warned, do not complain later.

Once Again,

(DO NOT READ THIS SHIT)

Please do not copy or reproduce any part of my work without my permission. Unauthorized use is strictly prohibited.

Trigger Warning

...by Pearl Sirius...

This Book Contains Graphic Description Of:

◉ 18+

◉ Cannibalism

◉ Necro

◉ Knife Play

◉ Mature Content

◉ Sexual Content

◉ Gore

◉ Violence

◉ Dark Web Content

◉ Explicit Language

◉ BDSM

◉ Taboo

◉ Extreme Horror

◉ Obsession

◉ Dark Romance

◉ Psychological Thriller

◉ Splatterpunk

◉ Fetish

◉ Dark Erotica

◉ Torture

It is entirely fictional and not based on real events. The content would be disturbing or unsettling.

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.⚠️

I don’t promote any of these themes. Please keep in mind, this is entirely Fictional.

(once again, I am warning you: Do NOT READ THIS SHIT)

CHAPTER 1

...MARISSA ...

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“Baby, how many minutes more? It’s already been five minutes since you went in there.”

My husband Maksim’s impatient voice reached my ears as I held the pregnancy test.

“Don’t be impatient, Maks. I haven’t even peed on the stick yet. Wait for at least seven more minutes,” I shouted back with a smile on my face.

Maksim and I have been married for five years. He’s the love of my life, the only one for me.

You’re probably wondering how we met so Let me start from the beginning and let me introduce myself first.

I’m Marissa Voss, known previously as Marissa Graves.

I'm a Coroner.

Now, you might wonder what a coroner does. In short, My job involves investigating deaths, particularly those that are sudden, unusual, or suspicious. I determine the cause of death, identify the deceased, and conduct inquests and I dress the corpses for their burial and know how to preserve their bodies for a long time And issue their death certificates

I've always been drawn to the mysteries of death, the stories that bodies can tell. The morgue is my sanctuary, a place where the past whispers its secrets

My work is not for the faint of heart, but for me, it's a passion I love spending My time with dead bodies. I love every aspect of what I do.

In a world where the living often fear death, I enjoy it.

I love it. I love my job.

I love a dead person specially when a body was brutally damage and blood was all over it I find peace looking it looking at the corpse's eyes, so vacant and beautifully haunted. Their pale bodies, so lifeless, and their hearts, which once beat within their chests.

I love dead bodies more than the living human. There’s a certain peace in their silence, a beauty in their stillness. And let me tell you a secret: I love witnessing someone's death firsthand, to see the life drain away in a painful, cruel, torturous way.

"Baby, it's been three minutes. I'm coming in," my husband said impatiently.

"I said seven minutes, Maks—" Before I could finish my sentence, he opened the door and walked in. Taking the stick from my hand, he stared at it intently.

"I'm Fückïng you more than enough to get you pregnant with four babies," he muttered, still looking at the stick. Instead of replying, I walked towards the mirror and saw my nákèd reflection in it.

"Maybe you need to try something new," I said, biting my lip as I met his eyes through the mirror.

"Something new? Hmm," he hummed, glancing at me before focusing on the pregnancy test again.

Minutes later, he threw the stick into the dustbin and took predatory steps towards me.

"You aren't pregnant," he said.

"Hmm, I'm not?"

"Yeah, that stupid stick said so, We aren't infertile, so why aren't you getting pregnant, Marissa?"

"I don't know."

"You don't?" He pinned me to the mirror, his hands slowly making their way to my pússy.

"You said something new?" He asked with a smirk and pinched my clít harshly. I winced in pain but loved the mix of pain and pléasure he gave me.

"Yes," I gasped.

He hummed and insérted three fingérs inside me. "Let's try a new method." He rubbed his nose against my neck, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation his fingers brought to me.

"You know, today I opened a young man," he whispered in my ear. "The poor thing was just 23 to 25 years old, and when I took out his heart, I thought about you."

"So why haven't you brought it to me?" I questioned between möans.

"Baby, you know I can't. I have to answer for my every action."

Maksim's fingers continued their rhythmic motion, sending waves of pléasure coursing through me. His breath was hot against my ear as he spoke, his voice a low, séductive whisper.

"but I'll find a way," he promised. "One day, I'll bring you not just a dead heart but a live beating one. Just only for you."

I shivered at his words, my body responding to both his touch and his dark promise. I knew he meant it. Maksim always found a way to get what he wanted.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine. "Do you trust me, Marissa?"

"Always," I breathed.

His smirk deepened. "Good.

With a final, deliberate thrúst of his fingers, he sent me over the edge. My body tensed, and I cried out, the sensation overwhelming. He held me close, as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

When I finally came down, he gently withdrew his fingers and kissed me tenderly.

He helped me straighten up, his hands lingering on my skin. "Now, let's clean you up because I have a thing in mind.

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