Watch the sick pride in his eyes flicker out.
But this blood isn’t from that.
It’s deeper, something torn inside me.
Which makes it so much worse.
But my body’s not done. Not yet.
The tingling in my fingers is faint, but it’s there. Jameson fucked up.
He thinks I’m done. Thinks I’m helpless. Thinks I’ll let this happen.
Then I hear it—zipper teeth splitting apart.
A slow, internal smile curls in my chest.
That’s right, you dumb motherfucker.
Put it where I can reach.
I don’t have a fucking thing to lose.
If I’m going to die, I’m taking his cock with me.
Jameson roughly adjusts the angle of my head. My lips part on their own. My jaw is too loose, my body too useless to fight.
He groans, then—
No.
Fuck. No.
“Open up, baby girl,” he says, his voice shaking with sick excitement. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good.”
Jameson exhales like a man unwrapping a gift.
“There we go,” he murmurs, pushing the head of his cock past my lips. “Let’s see what this pretty mouth can do.”
He shoves himself in. The first thrust is too deep. Too fast.
I gag, my throat seizing up.
Jameson releases a broken sound, sick with filth and satisfaction.
“That’s it. Take it deeper. Fuck, that’s the sound I wanted.”
I need to keep him busy. Just long enough for the drugs to wear off.
His groan is disgusting. His fingers twist in my hair. Then … he pauses. And drives his cock deep.
I feel the pressure at the back of my tongue. The bulge in my throat. His hand smooths over it, admiring his own brutality.
“Shit yeah, you like that don’t you? Gagging so sweet on me. They said you were dangerous. Now look at you—barelybreathing, legs twitching, and drooling like a bitch in heat. You wanted this, baby girl. Been waiting for it. Waiting for me to fuck the fight right out of you and prove what you really are. My perfect little whore.”
He doesn’t move. Just watches me choke. A sick little test.
So, I go still. Let my body sag. Let him think he’s won.
