Chapter 9
Dollface
PRESENT TIME.
“Hush now, little Vicky; don’t say another fucking word. Dolly’s gonna have you singing, voice breaking like a bird.”
I take a slow breath, then let it fall out of me in a quiet, dry chuckle.
“And if my sweet Vicky doesn’t sing the way she should.. then poor ole’ Garrett’s gonna be gone for good.”
I let go of the blade, leaving it lodged in the soft part of her leg. It’s found its temporary home. But my hand lingers for a second, hovering, almost reluctant to leave it behind.
My head tilts to the side as I watch her.
The shock is settling in behind her eyes.
It’s beautiful.
Fucking beautiful.
Her lashes try to flutter shut as if her body’s trying to shut down without permission. Maybe it’s the blood loss. Maybe it’s her experiencing euphoria at the feeling of my cum all inside of her.
A crooked smile pulls at my mouth beneath the mask.
Are you feeling it, Victoria?
Do you like it?
Oh, fuck. I want to hear her tell me just how much she likes it.
Are you breaking the way I want you to?
Maybe I don’t want you to break.
Fight me, Victoria.
Battle me until you fucking die.
A quiet laugh slips out of me.
“Yes..” I breathe out, the word barely more than a whisper.
I love this part.
The blood is trailing down her leg, dragging along her skin in uneven lines. My eyes follow every drop like I’m starving for it.
I am starving for it.
Bloodlust.
Yeah.. that’s exactly what this is. It’s kicking in.
I shift, climbing off of the table, leaving her there so wrecked, dazed, and exactly how I fucking want her. My boots hit the ground, and I drop to my knees in front of her without hesitation, drawn in automatically.
My fingers slide over her skin, dragging through the wetness, collecting it. Feeling it. I bring them up slowly, watching it stretch between my fingertips before it breaks.
I lift my mask just enough to where she can’t see who I am and press my tongue against it, tasting it like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.
I have. Damn it, I have.
If I’m ever allowed into heaven, this is as close as I’m going to get.
A low, satisfied hum slides from my throat as I close my eyes for half a second.
“Maybe I should just eat you up.”
I force myself up from the floor. I don’t want to leave her side. No, I want to continue to lather her up in any way that I can. Drink my cum straight from her soaked pussy.
But I force myself away, and as I step back, I rip the blade from her flesh. The tape falls off of her mouth as she lets out a powerful screech.
I laugh manically. “That’s music to my ears, baby.”
I walk over to the table across from her where the security monitors are.
The table sits off to the side with the small black bag I brought with me. I unzip it swiftly, digging my fingers inside of it to find what I need.
Oh, yes.
There it is.
I pull the syringe out, turning it between my fingers, watching the liquid shift back and forth.
A grin tugs at my mouth as I turn back toward her.
I close the distance fast between us. As soon as I’m close enough, my hand snaps out, gripping her jaw, forcing her head to the side before she can even think about pulling away. The needle sinks into her neck in one swift motion, and I push the plunger down without hesitation.
“Shhh.. It’s okay.” I murmur, almost gentle, like the kindness in my voice will make this all better for her.
I pull it out quickly, tossing it behind me. It clatters across the floor until it finally stops somewhere in the darkness.
Sweet Victoria seems confused when I start to unlock the cuffs. I then move to remove the rope at her ankles.
Once they are removed, she peels herself back from me, pushing herself as far to the other end of the table as possible. She whines as her hands fumble with her panties, trying to pull them back into place over the fresh wound in her meaty leg.
A few tears drift down her face, but I’m sure the adrenaline pumping through her veins is lessening the pain she feels right now.
My eyes leave her face and travel down between her legs.
Her panties are soaked through with our combined juices. She tries to clench her thighs together, but I see everything.
I take a step back, watching.
After a moment of looking at the mess I made inside of her, I release a quiet, crooked laugh.
I tilt my head, studying her.
Does Vicky want to play a little game?
Dollface does.
Oh, yes. I do indeed.
“Are you ready to leave this place behind? Here’s your chance.”
I walk over to the door and swing it open.
“There’s a surprise waiting for you.”
She crawls off of the table, whining with every movement.
She takes one more look at me and then bolts past me through the door, limping as she does.
I drag in her scent as she slips past me, “You’re safe from me,” I say quietly, a low hum threading through the words.
A few seconds tick by.
Tick, tick, tick.
“Doesn’t mean you’re safe from what’s waiting for you.”