Chapter 14 Cal
Cal
“Meet my little doll.” I tell him, grinning proudly at how beautiful she looks right now.
I've been keeping her barely lucid more often lately, and I prefer her this way.
It's less corpse-like, more doll-like. She looks like she's just fallen asleep, her thick, dark lashes softly closed.
I dressed her before I left for work this morning, the way I've been doing every day since our initial week-long fuckfest. The light blue of the dress is beautiful on her fair skin, softening the harsh angles of her bones.
I've done my best to keep her nourished through the IV, but I think she may have lost a bit of weight since I brought her here.
“I... what is this?” Dex asks again, eyeing her from a distance like he's scared to get close.
“She won't bite.” I assure him with a chuckle. “She can't.”
I move to her side, admiring her from closer, smoothing her cheek. She's an enchantress, bewitching me just with her existence. I feel calmer already in her presence, like there's nothing I can't do when I know I have her to come back to.
“Is she... dead?”
“Of course not.” I snort. He knows that, though, because his eyes have already latched onto all the monitors behind her, tracking the things I need to know to keep her alive.
I've turned the volume off on the heart monitor.
I like to raise it when I fuck her sometimes, to know that her body is reacting even when she's not making sounds.
I haven't needed to do that much since I've brought her out of the deeper unconsciousness. Even with the volume off, you can see how the beat rises and falls, steady, perfect.
“What...?” He laughs, but it's not an amused sound.
He actually looks like he's on the verge of a breakdown.
I scowl at him, surprised that he's so flustered.
It's not as bad as when I called him to collect the girl who was already bleeding, shaking, and trying to run.
It's not as bad as when I had no control of the situation.
This is contained.
“What did you do to her?”
“She's okay.” I assure him. “She's just drugged. It keeps her calm, and she can't hurt herself this way.”
And she can't feel it when I hurt her.
“No.” He shakes his head, and his wide eyes look haunted. “No, no, no. Cal, what did you do? This is kidnapping, rape…”
“Well, first of all, I didn't kidnap her. I bought her.”
He's silent for a moment as he gapes at me. “You bought her? What do you mean? She's not a used car or a dog... you can't buy humans.”
I guess since I'm leveling with him, I may as well level with him all the way. “It's pretty easy, actually. I did it twice. You just pick which one you want, and they send them right to your door.”
“Cal!” He bristles. “Where did she come from?”
“The internet.” I shrug. “Look, it's fine. I've had her for months, and it's kept me from needing to kill. The power I have over her like this... it's enough. It's better than killing.”
It takes a minute for his eyes to narrow on me. He's been trying to contend with everything I've just revealed, but he latches onto the one thing I didn't directly admit.
“Better than killing?”
“Yeah.” I let out a low breath. “Don't get me wrong, killing is still very much something I crave... something my monster craves. But having my little doll has been so much better than killing.”
He massages his temples like I'm the one giving him a headache. I'm not sure what's so hard for him to understand about the scenario.
When I feel stabby, I come bury myself inside my little doll, and she heals me. She's fucking magical.
“You said you've ordered them twice. What happened to the other one?”
I heft a sigh.
“I wanted it to last. But I fucked her and then took her for a bath, and she slipped under the water…”
“She drowned?”
“Yeah…” I frown.
“You didn't... kill her?”
“I mean... no?” I guess, technically, I didn't. I held her under the water a little too long, possessed with how extraordinary it felt.
In hindsight, it was nothing like how things are with my little doll.
But I didn't murder her. Dex seems to agree.
“In a court of law, that's probably manslaughter at the most.”
I did stab her, though, and fucked her dying body as she bled to death. I think an autopsy would have to determine which of those two things was the final blow.
I won’t mention that part.
“Okay.” He breathes an audible sigh of relief, and I almost feel bad about how stressed he seems to be. “Okay, that's good. You didn't murder her. She drowned.”
“She was still drugged from being shipped here.” I explain, but Dex holds up a hand.
“No more. Don't say another fucking word, okay? Just let me think for a second.”
I press my lips together and turn my attention to my little doll instead. I wonder if she can hear us. I wonder if it scares her to hear me admit that there was someone before her... someone who didn't make it.
“Okay.” Dex finally says, and I turn back to him expectantly. “What did you do with the body?”
“Hacked her into pieces and fed her to the snakes, of course.”
I say it with such a straight face that Dex looks like he'll hit the ground, and I feel bad. I brace him with one hand on his shoulder and roll my eyes.
“She was a person, Dex. What do you think I did with her? I buried her... in one piece.”
“Okay.” He nods. “Where? In the woods somewhere? Is there anything that will link her back to you if a dog finds her grave and runs off with her femur? Did you bury her deep enough?”
“Jesus, that's dark.” I mutter, shaking my head at him. “No, I buried her deep enough. I don't think a dog could smell her decomposing behind all the concrete anyway.”
“Concrete?”
“Mmm.” I nod. “I buried her in the family crypt. She's getting awfully cozy with my mother.”
“Stop fucking joking right now, Cal. This shit is serious.” He rakes a hand through his hair, wetting his lips as he looks at my little doll.
“I wasn't joking. I put her in my mother's tomb.”
His silence stretches around us as I wait for him to say something.
“You… your mother's tomb is in California.” When I say nothing, he continues. “She died in California?”
“No.” I sigh, growing exasperated with his outrage. “She drowned in my bathtub. I took her to my family crypt to bury her. I thought she deserved some place nice.”
“You drove for thirteen hours with a dead body in your car?”
"I chartered my father's jet and packed her in a suitcase. I can't drive that long with a dead body in the dead of summer.” I laugh.
“You're fucking insane.” He whispers, horrified. But he's had plenty of chances to 'break up' with me. He's known I was fucked up since I saw my mom die, but he's never abandoned me. I doubt this is the point where he will turn his back on me.
“Do you want to see what it's like?” I offer, sliding a hand under the silk of her dress and pulling a soft breast free, watching his face as her nipple hardens from the cold air and my sudden touch.
She moans, showing the first signs of life since I brought Dex here, and I smooth her cheek to let her know everything is just fine.
I’ll never let anyone else hurt her. I wouldn’t even let anyone else derive pleasure from her, but this is Dex.
I’d share anything with him, everything.
It’s why I came clean to him now, after all this time.
When I slip the dress up her thigh, moving the fabric so that he gets a glimpse of her bare pussy, he gasps, turning quickly away.
“No. I don't want to play whatever game this is.”
“It's not a game.” I reason. “This is just what helps me maintain control. I was just offering to share her with you because I thought if you could see how amazing it is, maybe you'd understand me a little better.”
“Cal, I fucking love you, but I will never understand you, okay?” He shakes his head, refusing to turn, so I let her dress drop, covering her again.
“Fine.” I shrug. “It's not an offer I'd make for just anyone.”
“Yeah, well, I—”
Whatever he meant to say, it's cut off by a moan that makes my cock jump... throaty and strained, it's like the sound she makes when she's hurting more than getting pleasure.
Dex spins around so fast it almost makes me dizzy as he rushes to her other side, inspecting her twisted face, the sheen of sweat there. But I haven't even touched her.
“Fuck.” He hisses. “She's waking up.”
“She's not waking up.” I assure him. I've had her here for months, playing with her dosages, bringing her to just the right level of awareness for maximum fun.
She's never woken up before.
“Well, tell her that.” Dex snaps, gesturing to her face, where her eyes are rolling beneath her eyelids, her lashes fluttering rapidly as her mouth twists with the sounds coming from her. “Fuck, she's burning up. Can't you feel that?”
I place a hand to her forehead. He's right. She is burning up.
She spiked a fucking fever.