Chapter 12
Victoria
Dollface looms at my side, dragging my hair back so hard I taste copper on my tongue. He presses the butt of the flashlight; the same one he used on Garrett, against my lips. I can smell the metallic tang of blood still caked on its edge.
My body convulses with revulsion when I recognize the other residue. Garrett’s ass juice and shit.
My mind claws at itself, desperate to escape from this nightmare.
“Open,” he whispers, his porcelain mask inches from my face. “This is where you decide to draw the line? You sure didn’t have a line earlier when you shredded his meat up in your mouth.”
I shake my head, refusing to be subjected to the disgusting act.
My head is ripped back by the grip he still has in my hair, the sharp pull forcing my mouth open whether I want it to or not.
My jaw burns as he forces the flashlight into my mouth. My gag reflex roars to life, and acidic bile creeps up my throat. Through tear-blurred vision, I see Hollow looming above me, his clay-like mask tilting as if curious.
A chill runs down my spine when cold metal scrapes across my stomach. Hollow is cutting through the fabric of my shirt, popping the buttons one by one. The torn cloth falls away, leaving my skin exposed to the frigid air of the security room.
I try my best to glance around both men to see Garrett. As much as I hate his fucking guts right now, I don’t want him to die. But as I do, the flashlight hits my teeth with a hard clatter, jerking back and forth in my mouth.
You can’t make this shit up.
I’m being held against my will while being mouth-fucked by a shit and blood covered flashlight.
“Look at her,” Dollface orders, turning to face Garrett. “See what happens when you can’t keep your dick in your pants. Oh wait-” His childlike giggle echoes off the walls. “You don’t have one anymore.”
Hollow whispers, “The butterfly effect.” Then his mouth abruptly clamps down on my breast. First soft, then his teeth sink in to the sensitive flesh of my nipple. A scream tries to rip free, but the flashlight muffles it. The metal cuts against my gums with each thrust into my mouth.
My body arches against the restraints, the metal chair unforgiving beneath me as he continues to grip my hardened bud between his teeth.
“Let’s make sure he stays with us a little while longer,” Dollface says as he turns away from me.
Both of them move toward Garrett. He’s slumped in the chair, barely upright, blood still seeping steadily from between his legs where his manhood used to be.
I watch through half-lidded eyes as they circle him like vultures, my stomach twisting at the memory of what Dollface forced into my mouth. The taste still lingers. It won’t go away, no matter how many times I swallow.
“He’s losing too much blood,” Dollface mutters, crouching down to examine the damage. “Can’t have him checking out early.”
Hollow reaches into the duffel bag and pulls something out.
My eyes widen as the click of the igniter zips through the room, and a blue flame flares from it.
Garrett starts to hyperventilate at the sight of the lighter. He fights the chair constantly, trying to break free, but to no avail.
I want to scream out for them to stop, but I know this is the only way to save him.
To stop the blood loss.
Garrett’s head lolls back, his eyes fluttering like he’s about to pass out completely.
I don’t blame him.
His dick’s already gone. Now what’s left of it is about to be burned, and my brain just.. doesn’t react the way it should. I sit there with the information like it’s numbers on a screen, something I need to process and move past. But I don’t know if I’ll ever move past any of this.
Hollow kneels between Garrett’s legs, grabbing what’s left of his genitals. “Hold him steady.”
I force myself to look.
It’s not even what it used to be anymore.
It’s a nub. Torn and bloody. Still leaking some other type of fluid out.
I don’t know if it’s piss or cum at this point.
Dollface grips Garrett’s shoulders, forcing him upright.
I start to turn my head to look away; to avoid it.
I don’t want to see this.
“Watch, Puppet.”
Hollow’s voice sends a shudder through me.
“Or I’ll cut off your eyelids.”
My eyes sting, filling with tears I don’t let fall. I’m forced to keep them open, forced to watch, even as everything in me tries to shut down. I don’t want him to cut off my eyelids. I don’t want them to cut off any part of me.
But I know they will.
Garrett’s proof of that.
My leg is proof of it too. It still burns where the knife was driven into it. The pain is impossible to ignore even as the adrenaline pumps through my veins.
They’ve already shown me what they’re capable of.
There’s nothing they wouldn’t do.
I force my head back, my eyes locking onto Garrett just as the flame gets closer.
His screams burn into my head, sinking in deeper with every second.
The smell takes over the room; it’s similar to burnt meat.
The scent close to what crispy bacon smells like.
I gag at the sound that cuts through the room.
The sizzling mixing with Garrett’s broken screams as they dissolve into weak, choked whimpers will forever mark my mind.
He jerks violently in the chair, his whole body reacting like it’s trying to escape itself.
His eyes snap open, wide and unfocused, pain written across every inch of his face.
“There we go,” Hollow murmurs. “That should do it.”
I’ll never forget a moment of this.
“Perfect,” Dollface says, stepping back. “Now he’ll last.”
Garrett slumps again, his chest rising in shallow, uneven breaths, his skin pale and covered with sweat.
“Aww, man,” Dollface whines, turning back toward me. “I should’ve cooked his tiny cock for you before feeding it earlier. It might’ve tasted better.”
A laugh slips out from behind the mask; light, almost playful.
This is all just a joke to him.
My throat tightens as Hollow moves back to the bag, digging around before pulling something else out. I can’t see it fully, just a glint of metal catching the light.
I flinch anyway.
“Now,” he says, walking toward me again, “where were we?”
My body tenses, instinct kicking in even though I know it won’t help. The ropes bite into my wrists, skin already raw where I’ve been pulling.
“I think,” Dollface says from behind me, his hands settling on my shoulders, “it’s time we show you what real pain feels like.”
His fingers dig in deeply, like he’s testing my pain threshold.
I suck in a breath, my body going tight as he presses deeper; his nails cutting into my skin.
I glance at Garrett.
His gaze doesn’t settle anywhere. It just floats, empty, like he’s already gone.
But I see it now.
The word carved into his skin.
CHEATER.
“Please,” I whisper. I don’t even know why I say it. I know they won’t listen. “Just.. let us go. You’ve done enough.”
Hollow tilts his head, watching me through that mask like he’s trying to figure something out.
“Quite the opposite, Puppet.” he says softly.
He lifts his hand, showing me what he pulled from the bag.
He rocks a pair of pliers back and forth.
My breath halts instantly.
“We’ve not done enough. In fact, I think there’s a lot more we can do.”
Dollface giggles behind me, light and childishly. “Nails, teeth.. Oh! What about her nipples?”
I don’t even want to process the words that he just said.
My chest tightens.
“N- no, please,” I choke out, shaking my head like that’s going to change anything. My voice sounds pathetic and weak, but I don’t care. “I won’t say anything to anyone, I swear. I just want to go home.”
Hollow lets out a deep chuckle, like I’ve somehow amused him. “Calm down, Puppet,” he says as he tilts his head. “I’m not going to take them off completely.”
That doesn’t help me feel any better. Instead, my breath quickens.
“I just want to see them bleed a little,” he says quietly. “So I can taste you.”
Behind me, Dollface hums softly, almost pleased. “I already know what she tastes like,” he murmurs, voice slipping into a sing-song rhythm. “She tastes like heaven.”
Hollow doesn’t respond to him. Doesn’t even acknowledge it.
His attention stays on me the entire time, those blue eyes traveling down to my breasts.
My body tenses harder, my hands pulling uselessly against the restraints, rope biting deeper into the inflamed skin.
It doesn’t matter.
None of it matters.
He already decided the moment he said the words out loud.
“Time to make you scream.”