Chapter 45 #2
I whimper immediately, pressing my pointer finger to my clit and rubbing in a rough circular motion as my legs start to shake.
“Fuuuuuck.” I moan as I fight to keep my eyes open and on hers as I continue to stroke my blood across my clit.
The warmth of it adds to the pleasure, her eyes caressing me, heating me up to the point that I feel as though I am on fire.
I lift my right hand up and bring the pointer finger through my pussy as I slowly push it into my opening, my jaw dropping.
I maintain the rubbing motions on my clit, bringing down another finger as I intensify the sensation to the point that I garble out noises of pleasure, or maybe there are words too.
“Sing for me, Bluebird. I want to hear you sing.”
I moan as I press another finger within me, filling myself with two as I gasp at the pleasant sensations all mixed.
“Fuck, Mary. Fuck, I wish these were your fingers. Mary, I wish it were you,” I shout out in between moans, desperate to cum on my fingers as I stare at the weight of Mary observing me.
Her body vibrates in her need, but she doesn’t touch herself. No, she just stands there watching me.
“Mary, I want you. I want to touch you,” I pant out in desperation. “How… how can I get you out of that mirror?”
She shakes her head and continues to stand still. “Don’t worry about that right now. Shatter for me. Let me see you break under my gaze.”
I let out a loud scream of pleasure as her words unleash the strongest orgasm of my life throughout my body.
I maintain my gaze on Mary, but my vision whites out from the rush of blood crashing through my body in an unrelenting wave of pleasure.
I slide my fingers out of my opening as I gently stroke my clit, drawing out the surge of my peak.
The spots slowly start to fade from my pupils as Mary comes into view.
Both of her hands are flat against the other side of the mirror as she bites her lip roughly, blood dripping down her chin.
This is the first moment I am witnessing her inability to control herself.
I pant, once again wanting more of whatever this is, even just watching her want me.
I pull my other hand away from my release.
I glance at my fingers, covered in a sheen mix of my pleasure and blood.
“That became… messy.” I chuckle awkwardly as I stand up on shaky legs. I glance back up, and Mary beams at me.
“You did well, Bluebird. You sing so beautifully.”
I step towards her and place my hand against the glass, and instantly the mirror shatters.
I scream as the glass slices my palm in multiple spots.
“Ow!” I scream in pain as I stumble backwards and look at the fresh blood seeping from my hand.
I hold it against my chest as I see Mary in front of me in pure shock.
“Mary!” I rush forward to her. “Mary, how—”
“SHH!” She hushes me instantly, placing her hand over my mouth. “Be quiet.”
My eyes bulge in fear as I feel the tension radiate from her body.
I stare at her face up close, noticing the blood that seeps from her eyes is a darker red than the blood I bleed.
I exhale heavily against the hand over my mouth and shake from the rush of the pleasure transforming into pure fear that radiates through me.
I hold my hand tighter against my body, feeling lightheaded slightly from the blood I’ve been losing this evening, and grumble against her hand over my mouth.
“Shh.” She hushes in my ear again, pulling her other arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer to her body.
I lean into her hold and press my nose softly against her chest, inhaling her scent.
She holds me there for another minute and slowly drops the hand covering my mouth.
Her shoulders are still tense and alert as I lift my bloody hand up to her face and gently place it on her cheek.
She leans into it and stares down into my eyes.
I can barely see a shimmer behind the lace as I try to decipher what is behind it.
“Leave, Bea. Leave this mansion right now.”
I startle and pull my hand back as she tightens her hold around my shoulders.
“No, it's not like that. As much as I long to touch you, you must leave. He knows you’ve released me from my cage, Bluebird.”
There’s a bang outside the bedroom door, and we both jump backwards.
“Bea, leave! Quickly, out the window. I’ll help you.”
“Wait, no! What about all my friends?”
She freezes for a moment, lost in thought, before she shakes her head. “Trust me, they’re being taken care of.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
She starts pushing me backwards towards the window.
“What does that mean that they’re being taken care of?”
The bang sounds louder as we watch the door, and I flinch at the sound.
“Trust me, Bea. Just… trust me. Quick, hurry.”
She rushes away, grabs my backpack from the side of my bed, and throws the closest belongings in it.
She opens the large window and stares expectedly at me.
I glance down at the height. I’m on the third floor and begin panicking at the height.
There’s no way I will be able to get down carefully during a fucking snowstorm.
“Mary, I’m going to fucking freeze to death! Or die!” I panic and swing my head around towards her.
“Oh, and death is something to fear?” she sasses back at me.
I groan, “No! That’s not what I meant!” She grins, and I groan again, playfully shoving her shoulder.
“Not funny.”
She sighs as she leans her forehead against mine. “Find me.”
“How? When? Mary, stop. This is—”
“You’ll know, Bluebird.”
With that, she pushes my shoulders, and I fly backwards out the window, screeching at my impending doom when the sensation of falling slows down instantly, and I gently lie in the snow.
How the fuck? I exhale a shaky breath and look up at the window, seeing Mary lean over the ledge with her feral grin one last time.
I feel a tear slip down my cheek when she turns around and disappears.
“I’ll find you Bloody Mary, trust and believe. I’ll find you.”
To Be Continued. . .