“And who are you?” Kev’s lip twitches, like he finds me more amusing than he wants me to know.
I’m your fucking demise.
“I'm Callum Kensington.” I tell him smoothly. No sense in lying. He won't live long enough to tell anyone. I turn to the old man next to him. “I believe you know my father. Old friends?”
I recognized him the second I walked in. He hasn't changed much in the years since he used to come to my home. It's been over a decade, but he still looks the same as he did the last time I saw him... the day my brother died. The day that this beast inside of me was born. He lived dormant for a while, and I denied him for as long as I possibly could. Even before the near misses, I suspected something was wrong with me.
Now I know I justliketo kill; that part of me is a wild thing that feasts on carnage.
Tonight, the beast will be sated.
“Cal?” Browen laughs. “Fuck, kid. When did you get all grown up to start playing with the big boys?”
I choose to ignore him, not wanting to tell him that I grew up the day my brother fell off of a second-story window and painted the landscape below him crimson.
“You know each other?” Kev asks, like the fucking genius he is. The idiot hasn’t even realized he walked right by me last week in my own theater.
“You put that together all by yourself?” I roll my eyes. “Listen, if you're not interested, I'll move on. This is a small business, not a fucking charity. You're wasting my time.”
I'm already turning to go when I hear a grunt of laughter and a sharp, “Wait.”
When I turn back to face the men at the table, their interest is undeniable. “You got a picture of pussy so good it's worth paying for?”
Sighing, I reach into my jacket pocket for my phone and pull up my photos. I navigate to the album I put together for the occasion, finding the photos Icurated with my little doll as my perfect model. Just looking at her in them sets me on edge because I'm about to share them with these putrid men.
“Pussy, tits, even some of her face because...” I chuckle. “Well, look at it.”
“Fuckme.” Kev groans, snatching my phone out of my hand. I don't react as Browen looks over his shoulder and lets out a low whistle. “Fuck. What is all this shit? This human or some kind of robot AI fucktoy?”
“She's real.” I assure him. “But I like to dress her up and play with her before I fuck her. She's the perfect doll… porcelain, breakable.”
He's staring hard at the photo of her in her Lolita dress. It's all black, with a full skirt and light blue silk ribbons to tie the waist like a corset. Paired with her white thigh-high stockings, she looks so innocent, so pure, and so untouched. I arranged the photos with a voyeur in mind, and I watch as he swipes on, watching the outfits consist of less fabric, nightgowns, and lingerie, until finally it's just her soft skin, delicate and generally unmarred.
“Fuck me harder.” Kev palms his crotch, already growing hard at the sight of my Little Doll, helpless to resist, on display for anyone who looks at the photo.
“Small tits.” Jenko says, like he wastryingto come up with a criticism for her and that's the best he could do.
“More than a handful is a waste anyway.” Garrett assures him.
“More than amouthful.” Kev corrects. “Besides, you have tiny hands to go with that tiny dick of yours.”
“Christ,” Browen mutters. “Is she alive? She looks... dead.”
“She's a warm body.” Garrett assures him. “Just a little drugged.”
“I keep her sedated most of the time…” I say. “Keeps her from hurting herself when she gets upset.”
“It's the perfect arrangement,” Garrett says. “Wet pussy, soft body. No need to hunt her down or rough her up; no risk of her seeing your face to identify you. Fuck, is it even acrimeif it doesn't hurt her? It's not like she knows what's happening. Trust me, when I was there, she was so fucking out of it, I could have shoved my cock down her throat and pinched her nose 'til she stopped breathing, and she would have just let it happen. The perfect little fuckdoll.”
He's a good hype man.
My own cock is hard at the things he's saying. I don't think it should be, considering they're all thinking of themselves. But I'm thinking of how she was so defenseless for me all those months, how many times I used her body, pushing it to limits I had no way of seeing. I can feel the beast breathing down my back, need crawling up my spine as I think of how many times I choked her on my cock without her even realizing the danger she was in.
“So, how much are we talking?” Bear asks, not lifting his eyes from the photo of her splayed open, her perfect cunt waiting to be used. I did make good use of it after our photoshoot, too. “And how does this work?”
“I've got her in a private, secluded location. No eyes around to witness you come and go, no ears around to hear on the off chance she were to wake up and fight.” I shrug. “This is just the first investment in my small business... once I have a proven business model, I'm hoping to expand my selection. I haven't fine-tuned all of the plans yet, but as my first customers, I'd be willing to cut you a deal based on your... needs. Hourly starts at $300, but I can offer a group rate for sharing that time.”
“I ain't sharing shit.” Kev says. “I'll pay extra to go first. I don't like it sloppy.”
