6
“Untie me now, or I’ll hack your tits to pieces. I swear to god, baby, I’ll do it. I won’t kill you, but I’ll hack those tits of yours right off. I’m more of an ass man, anyway. Oh, hi, Billie.”
“Get off of me! Finn, let me go! Fuck!”
I struggle hard, and his knife digs into my left breast.
“You have ten seconds to do what I say. Stop struggling, baby, or I won’t get to ten before I accidentally hack one off, and I, unlike you, don’t cheat. Hey, Billie, can I get a hand?”
“Uhm… what?”
I hear Billie’s squeaky, shy voice as she draws near. “What are you guys… doing?”
“Just playing a little lovers’ game,” smiles Finn. “It’s called Whack-a-tit. Can you untie me, Billie?”
“Uh…”
“Okay, fine. If you don’t want to do that, how about disabling the bomb next to the gymnasium? It’s in a clump of bushes by the back entrance.”
“A… bomb?”
“Goddammit, Cass. Are all your friends lacking brain cells or what?”
“I don’t have any friends, you piece of shit. Let me go.”
“Tsk, tsk. Is that any way to talk to a guy who’s about ten seconds away from hacking your tits off? It should probably be negative ten seconds by now. Saved by the bell. Or by your friend Piper’s clone.”
“She’s not my friend! Let me go, asshole!”
“Billie.” Finn speaks slowly, as though he’s addressing a toddler. “Why don’t you be a good girl, take out your phone, and dial three digits. Those digits are a 9, a 1, and another 1. Think you can do that? Tell them to send over a bomb squad. Or pass me the phone, and I’ll tell them. Go on, baby.”
Behind me, I hear the rustle of fabric as Billie searches her pockets for her phone. And then her quiet, shaky voice as she follows Finn’s instructions.
“She’s not your baby! I’m your—” The words are out before I can stop them, and I bite down on my lip so hard I taste blood.
“That’s okay, Cass,” says Finn. “I know you’re my baby. I was talking to you. Go on and untie me. Okay? Remember who’s your daddy, now.”
I sniff loudly, trying to find it in me to protest, but I’m feeling pretty damn deflated. Between the knife I stupidly lost and the way it’s currently digging into my breasts, and the bomb that’s about to be found and dismantled… everything’s going wrong.
Fuck!
“I won’t hack your tits off,” soothes Finn, as I let myself give in to my grief.
“I was just saying that. Be my good girl and do what I tell you. Otherwise the cops will come and they’ll arrest you.
You don’t want that, do you? I won’t let you get arrested, anyway.
I don’t want to kill you, baby. Not anymore.
Not for a long time, at least. But I don’t want them to take you from me, either.
I’d rather kill you than leave you. Okay? ”
“Okay,” I sniff at last. “Can I have the knife back? To untie you, I mean.”
“Ooh, sneaky girl,” he purrs in my ear, causing me to shiver. “I don’t think so. Here, Billie!” He snaps his fingers at her.
“She’s not a dog,” I tell him.
“Yeah, well, I don’t snap my fingers at dogs. Only at girls with no brain cells.”
“You’re a real piece of shit, Finn,” I huff, as Billie walks over shyly, and takes the knife from Finn’s hands even more shyly. “She’s already getting bullied so bad, and you’re piling onto her.”
“Well, some girls are just born to be bullied, I guess,” he shrugs—or tries his best to, in his upside-down position.
“Asshole,” I seethe.
I don’t know why I care so much. I didn’t care about Piper, but something about her just awakened this protective instinct in me. And it’s the same with this Piper clone. Maybe I do have a heart after all. At the very least, I’m not a psychopath. Right?
Billie’s been sawing at the rope, and at last it gives way. Finn falls unceremoniously to the ground.
“Ouch! Thanks, Billie.”
“I’m so sorry!” she gasps. “Are you hurt?”
“Hopefully,” I mutter.
“Damn, I feel hungover.” He sits on the ground, rubbing his temples. “Guess it’s all the blood to the head. Come here, you.”
He hooks his hands around my waist, pulling me into his lap. “I knew you wouldn’t kill me. I just knew it. You’re my good girl, baby, aren’t you? Okay, scram, Billie.”
“I… uhm… what?”
“I mean, you can stay, but I’m about to fuck your friend so hard she’ll cry for her daddy. So if you want to watch… I don’t mind. Stay, if you’d like. You know, I have a thing for people watching.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” I snap. “Billie, don’t go near the gymnasium. Just in case the bomb squad isn’t here yet. You don’t want to get blown up.”
Billie stands still, her eyes glued to Finn’s hands as they slide up my dress all the way to my breasts, and tweak my nipples. Her mouth is half-open, and she looks like she’s in a daze.
“I think your friend’s lost her last brain cell,” comments Finn. “I’m glad I didn’t hack off your tits after all, baby. I like these. Maybe you’ll turn me into an breast man after all, huh?”
I roll my eyes. “Billie. Did you hear me?”
“Huh? What?” She blinks her eyes, then grows red. “Oh, sorry! Oh my gosh…” She squeezes her eyes shut in embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to… stare…”
“That’s alright,” Finn says. “I don’t mind.” He settles against the tree, one of his legs pinning me to his other one. Then I hear a loud rip.
“Motherfucker! That’s my Dior dress! What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I just wanted to take it off.”
“So take it off, asshole! Don’t fucking rip it!”
“I’m gonna take her dress off now, Billie,” says Finn, looking entirely unbothered. “Might want to fuck off, now.”
“Finn! That’s not polite!”
“Okay, okay. Sorry!” Billie turns to go.
“Billie!” I call out. “Not by the gymnasium! The other way!”
“Right! Sorry. No sense of direction. Uhm…” She turns quickly on herself, then stumbles away in the opposite direction.
By now, Finn’s gotten me entirely undressed apart from my panties, and his hands have gone back to playing with my nipples. I sit back against him passively.
“You’re not being very responsive, baby,” he murmurs as he pinches and tweaks them.
“Yeah, well… I don’t have any fucks to give anymore.”
“Hmm?”
“You fucked everything up, Finn.” I let out a loud sigh.
“And yes, I’m going to keep swearing, and I don’t give a fuck what you do about it.
I wasn’t able to kill you, or the next four people on my list, and you ripped my Dior dress.
That was the last fuck I gave, Finn, and you ripped it. I guess I’ve just given up entirely.”
I allow myself to sag against his warm chest. This is the first time I’ve really relaxed in years, I suddenly realize. Sure, I’ve watched movies, gone shopping, eaten take-out, even slept—but I’ve never really relaxed. I suddenly feel very calm.
But that’s what giving up feels like, right?
If so, it feels kind of nice. Especially with Finn’s fingers rubbing over my breasts.
“Maybe you’re not such a psychopath after all, baby.”
“I’m… not.” I stifle a yawn. “Just because I don’t care about anything or anyone other than the names on my list, doesn’t make me a psychopath.”
“It kind of does, actually.” He strokes under my breasts, caressing the stretch of sensitive skin. “But you do care about something. You care about that girl—Billie.”
“Yeah, right. I just met her tonight.”
“Well, you saved her from getting abused, didn’t you? And you told her to stay away from the gym. How would you have felt if she’d been inside when the bomb had blown off?”
Hmm. Probably not that good.
“I’d have felt perfectly fine.”
“Don’t lie to me, you naughty girl.” He reaches up to pinch my nipples, and I yelp. “You wouldn’t have liked it at all. “And you know who else you care about? Your Daddy.”
I scoff. “I don’t give a fuck about you, Finn. You’re crazy if you think—”
“I was talking about your real Daddy,” he teases, rolling my nipples between his fingers. “You know, your adopted daddy. The one who was going to kill you.”
“Finn!” I sit up, hissing in pain when he doesn’t release his hold on my nipples. “He was not going to kill me. Stop saying that!”
“You know, I think I like you better when you’ve given up.” He presses his palm on my chest, pushing me back against him. “Now keep still, or I’ll spank you.”
“Finn!”
Keeping one threatening hand on my right nipple, he slips his other hand under my panties, palming my pussy. “Ah. That’s better. Now we can talk.”
“Finn…”
“Shh, baby. I’ve just spent the past twenty minutes hanging upside-down from a tree, thinking I might just die—I’m not blaming you, Cass. I just need my drug right now. And no offense, but you’re a lot noisier than cocaine. Unfortunately, you’re what I’m addicted to.”
He starts circling my clit and I whimper from the combination of pain and pleasure.
“Still sore, baby?”
“Yes!”
“Good.” He speeds up his stroking, while his other fingers torment each of my nipples in turn.
“Fi-i-inn,” I groan. “That hurts…”
“But it feels good too, otherwise you’d try to wriggle away. Wouldn’t you?”
“I told you, I’ve given up!”
“Right. Well, that suits me. I’ve given up too.”
“No, you haven’t. At least you get to feed your addiction. I’m going crazy, unable to kill anyone, and it’s just not fair!”
“That’s right, baby. Keep pouting. You look so cute when you pout.”
“I’m not pouting!”
Okay, I guess I am. But it’s his fault; he brings that out in me.
“Anyway, your whole fixation is based on a lie,” he says. “I feel sorry for you. I honestly do. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to fixate on a lie.”
“What the fuck? What are you—ow! Oohhh…”
He’s just plunged two fingers into my pussy, and even though I’m in pain, my inner walls grip him hungrily.
“That’s right, baby, give in… give up… your Daddy wanted to… kill… you…” Every one of his thrusts sends sparks of electricity up my core. I start rocking my hips, riding his fingers and chasing the sensation that I guess has turned into some sort of addiction for me too.
“Yes, yes… fuck… fuck, that’s good, Finn!”
“That’s good, Daddy,” he corrects, adding a third finger and pumping into me.
“Daddy!” I scream, my pussy clenching around his fingers and drenching them with my orgasm.