Chapter 35 Cal #2
I recognized him the second I walked in.
He hasn't changed much in the years since he used to come to my home.
It's been over a decade, but he still looks the same as he did the last time I saw him.
.. the day my brother died. The day that this beast inside of me was born.
He lived dormant for a while, and I denied him for as long as I possibly could.
Even before the near misses, I suspected something was wrong with me.
Now I know I just like to kill; that part of me is a wild thing that feasts on carnage.
Tonight, the beast will be sated.
“Cal?” Browen laughs. “Fuck, kid. When did you get all grown up to start playing with the big boys?”
I choose to ignore him, not wanting to tell him that I grew up the day my brother fell off of a second-story window and painted the landscape below him crimson.
“You know each other?” Kev asks, like the fucking genius he is. The idiot hasn’t even realized he walked right by me last week in my own theater.
“You put that together all by yourself?” I roll my eyes. “Listen, if you're not interested, I'll move on. This is a small business, not a fucking charity. You're wasting my time.”
I'm already turning to go when I hear a grunt of laughter and a sharp, “Wait.”
When I turn back to face the men at the table, their interest is undeniable. “You got a picture of pussy so good it's worth paying for?”
Sighing, I reach into my jacket pocket for my phone and pull up my photos.
I navigate to the album I put together for the occasion, finding the photos I curated with my little doll as my perfect model.
Just looking at her in them sets me on edge because I'm about to share them with these putrid men.
“Pussy, tits, even some of her face because...” I chuckle. “Well, look at it.”
“Fuck me.” Kev groans, snatching my phone out of my hand. I don't react as Browen looks over his shoulder and lets out a low whistle. “Fuck. What is all this shit? This human or some kind of robot AI fucktoy?”
“She's real.” I assure him. “But I like to dress her up and play with her before I fuck her. She's the perfect doll… porcelain, breakable.”
He's staring hard at the photo of her in her Lolita dress.
It's all black, with a full skirt and light blue silk ribbons to tie the waist like a corset.
Paired with her white thigh-high stockings, she looks so innocent, so pure, and so untouched.
I arranged the photos with a voyeur in mind, and I watch as he swipes on, watching the outfits consist of less fabric, nightgowns, and lingerie, until finally it's just her soft skin, delicate and generally unmarred.
“Fuck me harder.” Kev palms his crotch, already growing hard at the sight of my Little Doll, helpless to resist, on display for anyone who looks at the photo.
“Small tits.” Jenko says, like he was trying to come up with a criticism for her and that's the best he could do.
“More than a handful is a waste anyway.” Garrett assures him.
“More than a mouthful.” Kev corrects. “Besides, you have tiny hands to go with that tiny dick of yours.”
“Christ,” Browen mutters. “Is she alive? She looks... dead.”
“She's a warm body.” Garrett assures him. “Just a little drugged.”
“I keep her sedated most of the time…” I say. “Keeps her from hurting herself when she gets upset.”
“It's the perfect arrangement,” Garrett says.
“Wet pussy, soft body. No need to hunt her down or rough her up; no risk of her seeing your face to identify you.
Fuck, is it even a crime if it doesn't hurt her?
It's not like she knows what's happening.
Trust me, when I was there, she was so fucking out of it, I could have shoved my cock down her throat and pinched her nose 'til she stopped breathing, and she would have just let it happen. The perfect little fuckdoll.”
He's a good hype man.
My own cock is hard at the things he's saying.
I don't think it should be, considering they're all thinking of themselves.
But I'm thinking of how she was so defenseless for me all those months, how many times I used her body, pushing it to limits I had no way of seeing.
I can feel the beast breathing down my back, need crawling up my spine as I think of how many times I choked her on my cock without her even realizing the danger she was in.
“So, how much are we talking?” Bear asks, not lifting his eyes from the photo of her splayed open, her perfect cunt waiting to be used. I did make good use of it after our photoshoot, too. “And how does this work?”
“I've got her in a private, secluded location. No eyes around to witness you come and go, no ears around to hear on the off chance she were to wake up and fight.” I shrug.
“This is just the first investment in my small business.
.. once I have a proven business model, I'm hoping to expand my selection.
I haven't fine-tuned all of the plans yet, but as my first customers, I'd be willing to cut you a deal based on your... needs. Hourly starts at $300, but I can offer a group rate for sharing that time.”
“I ain't sharing shit.” Kev says. “I'll pay extra to go first. I don't like it sloppy.”
“Sure,” I agree.
Browen eyes me shrewdly. “You just have this girl waiting for us?”
“Waiting for whoever will pay.” I assure him. “She's incredibly patient as long as I’ve dosed her properly.”
Garrett chuckles at that, not realizing I actually meant it. He doesn't know that she was actually awake throughout his entire assault, just waiting for me to tell her it was over.
“And is she dressed like that? The big dress, I mean? You got any other... outfits for her?”
I lift an eyebrow, wondering what exactly he's getting at. “She's not dressed in much at the moment, but I suppose we could put her in the dress if you like it.”
“It's not the dress he likes.” Bear grunts a laugh. “He likes that she looks like a kid in it.”
I freeze at that, unable to breathe.
He likes that she looks like a kid?
Sure, she looks younger in the dress, I suppose... like some sort of Victorian doll come to life. I glance back at the picture on the phone, my stomach curdling with disgust at the idea of his perversion. I've excused a lot of fucked-up shit because of my own terrible proclivities. But this?
“She is legal, right?” Jenko asks warily. “Not like a teenager?”
“Twenty-two.” I nod.
It's not even old enough to get a discount on her car insurance.
Not old enough to get a rental car without extra fees.
A lump forms in my throat as I think for the first time about how young she is.
.. about how hardened she is for that age.
It's not that I'm much older than her. But at twenty-five, my father still pays for my health insurance.
My life hasn't been ideal; I'm a fucking murderer after all. But it's been privileged, thanks to my father's money. And maybe, just maybe, thanks to the fact I'm not a woman.
I knew when she came to me that my little doll was a perfect victim, but I haven't asked her to open up to me.
I won't make her do that. I've made her do enough, I realize.
But it's clear by the way she's handled everything since she woke up that she's been through more than anyone her age should have.
More than anyone should ever have to go through. Offenses against humanity.
“I have a teddy bear in the car I got for my niece's birthday next week. I can get another if you want to take that.” Garrett says, appealing to his friend.
Browen's eyes light with excitement. “Deal.”
“I get to fuck her first, though. That's my commission for bringing clients.” Garrett looks to me to confirm as much.
I nod. “It's true. That was the deal.”
Kev opens his mouth to argue, but he's cut off when Bear stands, the chair screeching against the cheap linoleum floor. I think he expects me to be intimidated by his burly stature, but there’s no fear when my beast is in control.
I’m not even worried anymore for my little doll, because there’s not a single fucking chance that any of these men will lay a hand on her.
“What's your angle, Callum Kensington? You got cameras set up to record this for blackmail or something?”
“My angle?” I laugh. “Just what Browen said. Is it really a crime if they never even know?” Shrugging, I look at all of them.
“It's a passion project, you could say. Have you never wanted to do something you can't get away with cause you don't want the girl to scream or get mad?” I spot the ring on Kev's finger.
“Haven't you ever wanted to fuck your wife like a goddamn whore, but you know if you do, she'll hold it over your head every time you argue?”
A glance at Bear shows me I've hooked him. “We’ve all got money in this room. You want to risk everything you’ve worked for in lawsuits because you have to fulfill your kinks with cheap sluts who won’t let you go that far without going after your bank account?
Haven't you ever wanted to just enjoy it without hearing their damn sounds... all the gasping and whining?”
“I like the crying.” Bear shrugs, stroking his frazzled beard. “But the whining I can't fucking stand.”
“Right. I called off my engagement last year ‘cause I was sick of the whining. I’ve spent a lot of time fucking whores since then.
And every time, I may have come, but I wasn't satisfied because I couldn't do what I really wanted with them. Not someone recognizable like me... not someone who stands to lose everything if some little bitch who got her feelings hurt decided to run to the cops. My father would cut me off for drawing negative attention to myself.”
That part is true. It's why we live in separate states. Why I stay out of the public arena. Why I've had to suppress my urges even harder for all these years.
He knows I’m a killer.
I know he’s exceptional at looking the other way when something doesn’t directly impact him.
“This is the solution. I've had this one for months, and it's been transformative... freeing.” That is another truth. “See for yourself. Or don't.”
Of course, they do.