I took a handful with water and laid down, a pillow around my ears to attempt to quiet the madness. Sleep took me slowly, and my eyes continued to flutter from the music and flashing lights of the TV.
Coldness hit my face, but I was too groggy to do more than roll my head, the pillow falling off the bed. A hulking figure loomed over me. He wore a Jason mask, but the tattoos on his exposed arms gave him away.
Georgie barked wildly. My masked visitor turned and petted him. He let him outside and shut the door behind him. He returned to me, crouching beside the bed.
"You said you didn't want us anymore. Why, Little Doll?"
I moaned, but my tongue felt heavy. I couldn't speak. I blinked, trying to keep my eyes open, and it was then that I saw the knife in his hand. Fear jolted through my spine, but I couldn't do anything. He lifted the knife and brought it to my chin.
"Oh, all the things I want to do to you to hurt you like you hurt me. And I'm not talking about the foot in my teeth. No, Little Doll, you hurt my heart. And I've never had that before. It's not fun. A deed like that can't go unpunished."
His other hand yanked my blanket down and dove between my thighs.
"You're not wet yet, but I bet I can get you there fairly quickly. It never takes long with girls like you. Good girls."
My body relaxed involuntarily. I felt like I was giving up, despite wanting to fight. The pills were in full effect, and everything felt so heavy. I couldn't do anything but let him have his way with me. But... I liked it. I closed my eyes and accepted that I was a sick human being. I'd like it with Koi as well. I know I shouldn't, that I should have called the police and let them handle it all, but they'd kept me safe. They...
They loved me.
And as much as I hated it, I loved them too.
Swayze shoved my legs apart and climbed onto the bed. He lifted his mask and set it on my belly. His tongue ran across my slit and my body warmed with desire. I could feel the reaction his mouth was eliciting from me, and it was... interesting. It was like experiencing it from an outsider's point of view.
My breaths turned shallow, and Swayze chuckled.
"Told you I could get you there quickly. You're soaking, Little Doll. You know that? Can you feel me?" The knife from before touched my entrance, and I found myself wanting, pleading silently, for him to put it in.
"Whine for me, Domino,” he demanded. "If you want me to do this, tell me."
I managed a whimper and he pushed the knife inside me.
"I had to see what Koi was going on and on about. He said you were gushing. I wonder, can I get you to squirt?"
A moan escaped my lips as he slid the knife in and out, hitting all the pleasure points inside me.
"You are beautiful when you're getting fucked. I could watch you writhe and moan and come all night. I think I just might if that's all right with you, Little Doll. What do you say, shall we?"
I whimpered. I couldn't focus on anything but how good it felt with his thumb stroking my clit and the knife fucking me. Heat built until I couldn't take it anymore and fireworks exploded all through my body. A rush of wetness spilled between my legs.
"Beautiful," Swayze murmured, removing the knife. He sat up and tugged off his clothing. "Now, Little Doll. It's my turn. Let's see how many times I make you come tonight."
Rule 54 - Domino
Choose who you trust wisely.
In the morning, when I finally woke up, I found Swayze naked in my bed, with his arms wrapped around me. Georgie had been let in sometime during the night and was sleeping below us. I was flooded with emotions as I stood and looked down at him. I struggled to look at him in the daylight.
He rolled over and smiled. "Morning, Little Doll. Changed your mind about us?"
I shook my head. "No. I can't... knowing what I know. What you did. I don't care if they were going to hurt me, you can't keep doing this. Swayze, please leave."
He sat up like I'd slapped him. His mouth parted in surprise, and then the surprise turned to anger.
"Fine, but we're not stopping until you realize you can't live without us." He climbed out of bed and grabbed his clothes, the mask, and the knife off the floor.
"What does that mean? Are you going to keep killing people?"
He didn't respond. Instead, he slid on his boots and stormed out. I followed behind quickly and was blasted with the sounds of me moaning again.
