Dying Heart

Canada Klaris stood beside her father in the produce section of the grocery store. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she gazed out over the store, her eyes roaming over a couple that walked by and stopped to glance at some fruit. Why she came here was beyond her. But her father had insisted on her getting out of the house for a bit, and thought it was best that she socialized with others. How she was going to do that in the produce section made no sense to her. But whatever, right? At least she was there.  

Her father let out a heavy sigh, which caught her attention. Turning her head slightly to the left, Canada raised an eyebrow at her father who looked distraught over a bag of salad. "Something wrong?"  

He sighed again and ran a hand over his bald head before looking over at her. "Do you remember what salad your mother likes? Was it Romaine, or was it..." his voice faded as he stared at the different kinds of salad. There were too many to choose from, and he couldn't remember the kind his wife liked. She was very picky when it came to her health; and the wrong kind of salad meant a waste of money in her eyes.  

Canada turned fully to look over his shoulder, her eyes scanning over the different kinds. "I think it was Romaine, but I'm not sure. Maybe I should call her," she suggested as she pulled away from him.  

He nodded, "Yeah. Yeah, do that. It would save me from an argument," he chuckled softly, which made Canada smile. She loved her father. He was a handsome 46 year old who worked as an electrician most of his life, and treated his family with more love then they could handle. Despite him being a guy, she always felt more comfortable talking to him about her problems rather than her mother; who was a woman with high morals in life and really only cared about what she was going to do the next day, rather than giving a damn about her family.  

It was quite obvious Canada got along with her father more than she did with her mother, but she still loved her, because, well...she was her mom.  

Pulling her cell phone out of the back pocket of her black jeans, Canada turned on the screen and typed in her passcode before trying to call her mother. It wasn't going through, and she sighed. "I don't have any service in here. Let me try outside. I'll be right back," she told her father before walking away from him and heading down the aisle towards the exit.  

Once outside, the cold breeze whipped past her, causing her hair to blow into her face, blinding her for a moment. And in just that moment, her shoe hit something hard, and to the ground she went. Canada held out her hands to brace the fall, but it never came. Instead, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back up into a standing position.  

"Are you alright?" An angelic voice spoke with concern.  

Canada pushed her dark tendrils out of her face before turning her head, her sapphire blue eyes connecting with bright green ones. His face was perfect; cleanly shaven with slight stubble that made him look like a fucking god, and his cocoa-colored hair was tousled in a way that made her want to run her fingers through it. He had a chiseled jaw, pink full lips, and a his breath was minty fresh.  

She blinked up at him, jaw on the ground and her mouth wide open. It took her a minute to register his question before she answered, which was a mumbling of some sort. "I-I'm fine. I tend to trip over my feet a lot when I'm not paying attention. But this time, it was the wind. It blew my hair into my face and I couldn't see where I was going, so I fell. Well, technically I didn't since you caught me, but..." Her face reddened when she realized she was talking a mile a minute and going on about something that he most likely didn't give a crap about. "I'm sorry, I'm talking too much, aren't I?"  

The man chuckled, which was like music to her ears, as he unwrapped his arm from around her waist and pulled away. "It's okay. It's actually quite adorable, really."  

Adorable? He thinks I'm adorable? Oh, god. It felt like her knees would buckle any second now. Not just from his compliment, but from his body. Once he pulled away from her, Canada could see him much clearer now. His broad shoulders, toned chest, tall build... Was she drooling? Oh god, I'm drooling, she panicked silently as her hand wiped the corner of her mouth. Her hands also fixed her glasses, which had begun to slide off her face when she almost fell.  

"I'm James, by the way. And you are?" He asked, cocking his head to the side a bit and sending her a crooked smile that made the butterflies in her stomach swarm around frantically.  

Canada swallowed. "I’m Canada."  

James raised an eyebrow at her, "That's a unique name. I don't think I know anyone who has the same name as a country. It fits you perfectly, though."  

Her cheeks reddened a bit and she pushed her hair behind her ear, feeling quite flustered at the moment. "Thank you."  

"I would hate to cut this conversation short, but I have to head home before the ice cream melts." James said with a small chuckle, gesturing his hand towards the cart filled with food. She looked over at it, feeling disappointed that he had to go so soon. "But hey, I was wondering if you would like to meet up later for coffee?"  

Canada flicked her eyes back to him, shocked by the question. Her? He wanted to meet up and have coffee with her? Since when was a guy this good looking into a woman so average looking? He could obviously do better than a short, dark-haired nineteen year old girl with the body of a potato. Okay, maybe not exactly a potato. But I'm not all that skinny, and I sure as hell do not have the body that would inflict such a question from Mr. Sexy either.   

But she nodded anyway, not wanting this conversation to end here. If he just so happened wanted to be around her as much as she wanted to be around him, then so be it. "Sure, of course. I'm here with my father right now, but how about you give me your number and I will text you a time and place to meet?" She asked, now glancing down at her phone which was still in her hand.  

"How about we meet at the coffee shop down the street at five? It'll give you enough time to get home and do whatever you women do," James suggested with a small smirk.  

Canada looked up at him. Did he not want to give her his number? Or was he one of those control freaks that likes to have a set time and place? Those thoughts crossed her mind, but she went along with it anyway. "Sure. Five it is. I'll see you then."  

"See you then," he replied with a smile, before walking over to his cart and walking away with his things.

Canada watched as he crossed the parking lot, and then he disappeared behind a whole bunch of cars. She let out the breath that she had been holding in for so long, and went to call her mother.  

****** 

Black mid-thigh dress with spaghetti straps, black 3in heeled boots, straightened hair that was pulled over one shoulder, light make up here and there, and a cream-colored pea coat is what made up Canada's full attire. With one last look in the mirror, she made her way out of her bedroom and down the wooden stairs. Her mother was out with friends for the night, so it was just her father who was sitting in the kitchen, reading something in the paper which was most likely the sports page.  

Canada walked in and held out her arms. "How do I look?" She asked, turning her body around so her father could see. She didn't feel at all weird about it, and he couldn't help but smile at how beautiful his daughter looked.  

"Beautiful as always, darling. Remember, be back by ten." He told her, but really, it wasn't something he held against her like most father's did with their daughter's when they were going out on a date with a guy. He had more trust in her than he did with her sister, Klora, who was now living in Maine with a lawyer. When she told him about James, he was more ecstatic than she was. Shocked as well that his anti-social daughter was going out with a guy for coffee. Even if it was just coffee, it was something to get her out of the house.  

Canada blushed slightly and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Thanks dad." She left a chaste kiss on his cheek before heading out to the car.  

The drive wasn't long. Maybe about 20 minutes, perhaps. She had made it just in time, in case James was an actual control freak.

The sun had begun to set, so it was getting quite dark outside by the time she got there. Getting out of the car, she locked it and put her keys inside her purse before making her way to the café. The spot she had gotten was a little further than she had hoped, and despite it being the middle of weekday, no one was really out right now.  

Her gaze was on the ground as she walked by a dark alley that was next to the café she was meeting James at. It was when a hand grasped her elbow tightly that a gasp escaped her lips. She was pulled into the alley and pushed up against the wall roughly, her widened eyes meeting bright green ones.  

"James..." His name left her lips in a breathless whisper.

He smirked devilishly, a devious gleam within his eyes. "It's nice to see you, too. Canada. Please, enlighten me. Did you really think I was so interested in you?"  

Canada stared at him, not knowing how to answer that. His question hit her hard like a freight train, and her eyes began to water. Of course he wasn't interested in her. Who would ever be interested in her? She had the personality of a gold fish. But hearing him say it hurt more than her own thoughts did. "Why are you doing this?"  

James grinned and leaned forward, still staring into her eyes as his minty breath hit her quivering lips. "Because I can," he replied with a deep, dark voice that sent a shiver up her spine. "Take off your glasses," he demanded.  

Her brows furrowed in confusion. Why her glasses? But she didn't ask questions. Knowing it was best to just let him do whatever he pleased with her, rather than making it worse by fighting, she reached up and pulled off her glasses.  

"Put them in your purse."  

Canada did as he said and shoved them into her purse. Once inside, he grabbed the small bag out of her hand and threw it to the side, hitting a trash can and knocking it over. Her heart leaped up into her throat as her eyes widened with fear.  

"P-please, don't do this," she begged, but her words were muffled when his lips crashed against hers. It was a rough kiss that would surely bruise her lips.

His hands slid her jacket off her shoulders, the cold air hitting her pale skin and causing her to shiver.  

Her hands went to push him away, but he grasped them tightly and pulled back, the look in his eyes causing her to gasp. They were filled with rage and hunger, as if he was a completely different man than the one who had saved her from falling at the store. They were no longer that beautiful bright green. Instead, they were dark.  

He held her hands tightly against the brick wall above her head with one hand, while the other slid down her side and over the thin fabric of her black dress. "You dressed up just for a coffee date? Were you really that desperate?" He muttered harshly as his hand grasped the hem of her dress, now pulling it up to expose her thighs.  

"I-I thought-" 

"You thought nothing," James interrupted. "What guy would want a desperate slut like you, huh? Look, you're already soaking wet." He pulled her panties to the side and slid a finger through her slit, which was dripping with her pussy juices.  

"Stop, please," Canada begged through clenched teeth as she struggled against his tight grasp.  

James didn't say a word as he then slid two fingers inside of her, slowly moving them in and out at a tantalizingly slow pace. A moan escaped her lips as her head fell back against the brick wall, her eyes closing from the sensation that flowed throughout her body. Despite not wanting it, her hips slowly began to thrust against his hand, wanting him to bring her over the edge.  

"Do you really want me to stop, Canada?" He murmured in her ear, his hot breath against her neck sending shivers throughout her body. He moved his fingers even faster inside her pussy, massaging her walls and hitting her g-spot each time he slammed them into her.  

Canada cried out, which was then muffled when his lips met hers in a hungry kiss. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues danced together. Her hands clenched into fists as he was bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm. Just as she was about to cum all over his fingers, he pulled them out and stopped his torture on her pussy altogether. Slowly, he pulled away from her, leaving her panting and confused.  

"W-why did you stop?" Canada groaned inwardly.  

James stuck his fingers, sticky with her juices, inside his mouth before replying to her. "Because, I want to feel your pussy clench around my thick cock as you orgasm." He stated as he used his hand to undo his jeans. "I'm going to fuck you into oblivion, Canada." James murmured against her lips as he pulled himself out and pressed his body flush against hers. "And when I'm done, I'm going to watch you die."  

Those last words made her eyes open wide in horror. With his hand, he lifted her thigh and held it tightly as he maneuvered himself so the head of his cock was pressed against the entrance of her wet pussy. A scream escaped her lips as he thrust into her, filling her to the brink with one quick motion. He held her hands tightly against the wall as he began to slam in and out of her. Forget about slow and passionate. He loved fucking his woman hard and fast.  

Canada screamed out, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She tried to break free from his grasp, but it was no use. Her body felt like it was on fire as he slid in and out of her in fast, deep strokes. Each time he slammed into her, her body jerked and her head hit the brick wall hard. Her nails dug deep into the palms of her hand, blood trickling down into his fingers as she did.  

James grunted, feeling his orgasm coming on as he fucked her. "Fuck, Canada. Your pussy is so fucking tight."  

It was a surprise no one had heard her screams and cries, but then again, no one really gave a shit in this town. They turned their heads and pretended like nothing happened; not wanting to get involved in something so dirty. To them, they were just two teenagers fucking in an alley. But to Canada, these were her last moments alive.  

As he fucked her, his hand slid around her neck, squeezing tightly and cutting off her air supply.  

"James, stop... please...don't... do this," she whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto her chest, where they then slid down into her cleavage. Her body was shaking from fear and the orgasm that he was bringing on to her. It hit her hard, taking over her body with a violent shudder that erupted through her veins as she came all over his throbbing, hard cock.  

"Oh, fuck, yes. Cum on my cock, baby. That's it," James groaned with ecstasy as he too, came along with her. He shoved himself inside of her one last time before he erupted, his body shaking from the impact of his orgasm.  

By the time he was finished, he pulled away from her body, letting her hands go and sliding out of her wet cunt. Canada's lifeless body slid down the wall and to the ground, where she sat with dead eyes and a dying heart. 

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