Chapter 4
Victoria
God, please help me. I don’t want to be here. Not like this. Not with him.
Garrett keeps yelling through the tape, his words unintelligible, and it only makes my anxiety spike.
This doll-faced motherfucker has his filthy fingers inside me, and I can’t stop the way my body betrays me. I try to fight, to push back, to protest, but he doesn’t care. Every movement is rougher than before, and it hurts like hell.
I’m not wet because I want to be, but my dumb body has other ideas. I wish I could make it stop with a thought, make it dry up and embarrass him, but I can’t.
Each thrust presses deep into me. Every so often, something sharp, possibly a nail, scratches against the inside, sending a jolt of pain through my lower region. My chest tightens and my stomach knots. All I can do is grit my teeth and pray it’s over soon.
I can’t scream. My voice is trapped under the tape. And the worst part? I have a bad feeling this barely scratches the surface of what’s coming.
His fingers leave me, and for a second I think he’s done. That relief dies the instant he walks over to the desk where the computer monitors are, his hand closing around the flashlight; the same one that knocked me out earlier.
My stomach churns.
He strides over to Garrett, dragging his fingers; still wet from me, under his nose, smearing my juices across him like he’s showing ownership.
His eyes never leave my form as he does it, and then he turns away from him and steps closer to me, aiming the flashlight at me like it’s a weapon.
He continues to walk over slowly, the beam of the flashlight tracing over my skin, and over every curve he plans to claim.
“Fuck, Victoria,” he mutters, “I can’t believe you’re going to be mine tonight. ”
I try to steel myself, pushing my head further to the side away from him as he leans in close, his mask brushing my ear. “Don’t even think about resisting too hard. I love the struggle. Makes it interesting.”
I whimper as the cold tip of the flashlight presses against my neck, sliding slowly down my body. He lingers on my pubic bone, the beam hovering just above my clit, making my stomach twist in fear.
He pivots, dragging the flashlight from my sensitive area over toward the direction Garrett is in, but his eyes never leave mine.
“I wonder how hard he’s getting right now, since I allowed him to inhale you,” he breathes out.
“Think his dick’s stiff? I know mine is.
” A crazed laugh escapes him. “The real question is.. whose taut little asshole am I fucking with this flashlight tonight? Yours, or his? Maybe both?”
I gag at the thought. I’ve never been penetrated there.. and I’m pretty sure Garrett hasn’t either. It’s going to hurt like hell for both of us. And I know for a fact he’s not going to use any lube.
He chuckles. “Imagine if I used his blood to fuck you with,” he says, voice dripping with malice. “Or yours for him. Oh, fuck.. this is turning out to be way more fun than I imagined.”
I stand corrected.
He leaves my side without a glance, moving straight for Garrett. Swiftly, he undoes the ropes binding him to the chair, and then slams the flashlight into the back of his head. I watch as my heart hammers in my chest.
He turns back toward me, eyes dark and wild.
“Now.. for the lube,” he growls.
I shake my head violently, muffled protests spilling from behind the tape, but he ignores them. His blade glints as he presses it into the skin on the upper right side of my thigh, making me flinch, every nerve burning from the deep cut.
I can feel the blood dripping down the side of my leg. He runs his hand through it, not seeming to mind the gore, and rubs it all over the end of the flashlight.
He then turns away from me and walks straight back over to Garrett, shoving Garrett’s pants and underwear down as I’m forced to watch. He then spreads his cheeks wide enough to press the end part of the flashlight to his asshole. “Sorry man, you’ve gotta open up. I have a warrant.”
With no hesitation, he shoves the foreign metal object in to him.
He forces it in constantly and deeply even as Garrett wakes up from the assault.
The man with the doll face mask places his knee on his back, holding him down to the ground.
Garrett can’t seem to fight him off since he’s still weak from being knocked unconscious moments ago.
His stifled screams continue as he takes the unforgiving size into his small hole.
I can’t do anything but watch as tears stream down my cheeks as the chaos unfolds. Garrett struggles beneath the weight of Dollface’s control since he’s pinned. Every moment fills my stomach with nothing but dread.
Garrett’s pained whimpers continue as his attacker drives the flashlight in and out, each movement producing a wet, sickening sound that echoes through the room.
Dollface glances back at me while straddling him, still driving the metal flashlight into his asshole with steady thrusts. “What should I do next?” He asks.
I shake my head violently, my muffled protests barely coming through the tape.
He nods slowly. “Yes, I hear you.” He says the next part with glee in his tone. “You want me to take care of you now.”
Before I can react, he drops the flashlight and stalks closer. With each step forward, he leaves Garrett, who is now crumpled and unconscious, behind him.
His eyes catch mine, and I freeze. Not that I can freeze in place more than I already am since I’m still restrained. In his gaze, there’s nothing there. It’s ungodly. There’s only emptiness.
My pulse climbs, panic clawing up my throat. I know deep down that he’s going to take what he wants.. and I don’t believe he’s going to stop until I’m dead.
Once he gets to the table I’m restrained to, he leans over my pussy again. “You’re going to fucking love this, Victoria.” He grabs a few of my pubic hairs between his teeth with a light tug before sliding down, running his tongue through my folds, lapping up every bit of unwanted wetness.
Think about anime. Think about food. Think about anything but him doing this to you.
I can’t.
His tongue keeps catching my clit, flicking over it in random bursts. He plants both of his cold hands on my hips, gripping them tightly.
He already knows I can’t move, but holding me like this only gives him more control. It keeps my hips locked in place while he buries his face between my folds, refusing to let up. Refusing to catch a breath.
I bite my tongue as I try to think about anything else yet again, but it still doesn’t happen. Maybe if I try yelling at him again, even if stifled by the tape, he’ll stop. I do just that.
He stops and glances up from my lower region. “Yes?”
I can’t see the look on his face, but I can tell he’s irritated by his tone.
I try to speak again, even though every word is still muffled.
He sits up and walks over to my head, gripping the tape and pulling it up enough for half of my mouth to be free.
“Please just let us go. We won’t tell anyone. We-”
He places the tape back over my mouth, smothering any other words I want to say.
He abruptly cackles right in my face. “AHAHAHAHAHA.”
The sound hits me like a slap. I flinch, my heart thundering hard against my chest as something cold creeps up my spine.
Then he just turns and walks away like I’m not even here.
He stalks straight back toward Garrett and shoves him over onto his back, leaving him sprawled out on the floor. Garrett’s out cold still and completely exposed from the waist down. His soft cock rests against his thigh.
I hold my breath as Dollface squats down beside him, already pulling that blade again. The metal flashes, catching the light as he brings it down, right to the base of Garrett’s cock.
He’s fucking laughing again. Like this is just some small joke between friends.
“I know just the way to keep you quiet.”
No.
No, God. Please no-
My lips try to open, but the tape keeps them firmly shut.
He quickly grabs hold of the head of Garrett’s dick and jerks it up in the air. I have no time to process anything.
The blade is already cutting through the cartilage and meat of his penis. Garrett’s scream rips through the room and it’s so fucking sickening, I swear it’ll stain itself on my soul.
My stomach twists and bile zooms up my throat.
Look away. Look away.
But I can’t turn away. I can’t. The sound-
Even if I turn my eyes, Garrett’s screams and the noise of the knife slitting through his flesh stays.
My hands start shaking. I feel dizzy. Like I’m going to pass out.
I wish I could voluntarily make myself pass out.
Garrett’s body jerks as one more scream tears from his throat before he goes still again. His body automatically slumps back onto the floor as his cock continues to bleed out with each slice.
He’s lucky and unlucky. He didn’t have to be awake for anything else currently, but his dick is also detached from his body. Okay, he was completely unlucky.
My thoughts are scrambling over each other, trying to make any of this make sense. All I hope is that this is some bad fucking dream.
This isn’t happening, this isn’t fucking happening. I rehearse this in my head over and over as Dollface gives a final tug to the remainder of Garrett’s cock and it rips free from his body. The sound of his skin disconnecting sounds like a drawn-out, sticky rip that makes my stomach turn.
Mere seconds later, he’s walking back over to me with Garrett’s cock hanging limp in his hand.
Blood drips onto the floor with every step he takes.
The cutting. The sound of his skin and muscle, or whatever the fuck it was being sliced over and over. It’s everywhere. It’s all in my head. I swear I can practically feel it under my skin.
I feel it before it even happens; the bile burning up my throat as he rips the tape from my mouth. I choke on it, turning fast toward the edge of the table and spitting it out, gagging as it drips from my lips.
I barely get a breath in before Dollface’s hand snaps to my face, fingers digging in hard, crushing my jaw until my mouth is forced open again.
Pain shoots up the sides of my head, my teeth grinding as I try to pull back; but he doesn’t let me.
He holds me there, locked in place with no where to run.
His eyes meet mine. He watches me like I’m prey. Like he can see every ounce of fear clawing inside my chest.
And he fucking likes it.
“Bottoms up.”
My stomach drops. I’m not able to react when he shoves something into my mouth. I choke instantly, a broken gurgle tearing out of my throat. The taste hits me next. Metallic. And the texture. It’s like a gummy bear but made out of skin.
I fucking know what it is.
Panic explodes through me. I try to jerk away, to spit it out, but his grip tightens, forcing my mouth closed around it. My body fights, every instinct screaming to get it out, to breathe, to do something-
But he shoves the tape back over my lips again, sealing my mouth shut, trapping it inside.
I gag hard, choking around it, tears blurring my vision as I try to breathe through my nose, my chest heaving, heart slamming so hard it fucking hurts.
I can’t get it out.
I can’t fucking-
I can’t. Get. It. Out.
And he’s just standing there; watching.
I can feel him smiling as I suffocate on leftover vomit and my ex’s dick.