Right?
I was at his mercy for months, totally helpless to do anything. If he wanted to kill me, there was nothing that could have stopped him. Unless... he wants more of a struggle.
A shiver presses between my shoulder blades like a cold knife as I imagine all the implications. I had to read The Most Dangerous Game in middle school English, and I've never recovered since.
That was well before I understood the true evils of humanity, but I figured it out shortly after that.
I’m a quick study.
His silence tells me that he was, in fact, serious.
I let out a long breath and close my eyes, trying to summon the strength of my ancestors to tell me how the fuck to get out of this hole I dug for myself. But then I remember I don’t have parents, so I probably don’t have ancestors to summon the strength from.
“Okay.” I nod, managing a small smile when my eyes open to find him watching me nervously. “That’s okay. Just forget I ever asked and—”
My breath snags in my throat when his fingers close around my upper arm and he uses the leverage to reel me into his chest.
The nervous energy from a second earlier disappears as suddenly as if it had been an act, and I decide maybe it was. Maybe he was faking the whole thing, playing with my fucked-up mind like a cat playing with the mouse before he opens his mouth to swallow her whole.
Suddenly, I don’t doubt that he could.
“No. Don’t forget it.” His voice is thick with lust, and it… does something to me. I clench deep inside and decide not to analyze whether that’s fear or desire. “Just… give me a minute?”
I say nothing, nodding just a small amount as he presses his forehead to mine, his head angled down because of our height difference.
A glance through my lashes assures me his eyes are closed.
We stay like that for a moment until I wonder if he’s trying to push his thoughts into my head through osmosis or something.
When he finally pulls away, it’s just enough to nod. His hesitation is entirely gone, like it never existed, and the shift I saw in him mere moments ago is confirmed by the confidence on his face and the determination as he tips my chin toward him, angling me so that our eyes connect.
“Are you sure?”
20
Cal
She asked me to do it exactly how I did it when she was asleep. The truth is, I did so many different things when she was asleep that I can't give her a historically accurate replay, but for now, I can settle for vanilla.
It's been over a week since I've fucked her, and after months of taking her multiple times a day, it has been a slow, agonizing hell that's been sufferable only because of her presence.
But now that she's asked me to fuck her, I can't not do it. I need to do it even more than I want to. And I fuckingwant todo it more than anything in the world.
She's been the greatest temptation from the moment I opened her box, and I'm obsessed.
I'vebeenobsessed.
There's a little concern, somewhere in the back of my mind, that it won't be the same. That I'll slip, let the beast take over, and kill her. Then, I know from experience, the fun is over. And to be perfectly honest, I don't think another one would be capable of replacing her. I likethisone. My little doll.
I'll just have to be gentle with her so she doesn't break.
When we reach the bottom of the stairs, she stops before the glass terrarium, her eyes fixed on the snakes coiling around each other. They're getting hungry, so they've been restless, but I've been so consumed with my little doll, I've not had as much time for them as I did before.
“The snakes…” She says slowly, drawing up to the edge of the glass and watching them from up close. I guess she's not afraid of them. “You have six of them?”
I decide there's not really any kind of reason to tell her that the snakes got shipped to me in the same wooden crate she was in, so I simply nod as I come to stand beside her, watching her eyes for any sign of what she's thinking. But she doesn't let on to whatever it is, turning away from them to take in my basement... the space I set up for my toys.
I can feel her tension bleeding into the room with her every exhale, but she doesn't say anything, instead turning to me for answers. I know the questions she's not asking, so I indicate the marble slab, glimmering under the glow of the ambient lighting.
