“She’ll open those pretty eyes soon. Should we give her something fun to wake up to?”
I move toward Garrett, watching his eyes widen as he registers my approach. Unlike my counterpart, I don’t need chaos to achieve my goals. I prefer precision in the acts I commit.
“I think we should give him something to remember us by,” I say, voice smooth behind my mask. “Something more.. artistic.”
My partner laughs, the sound bouncing off the walls. “Yes! Like a painting.”
I pull my switchblade from my back pocket; different from the hunting knife my partner prefers. This one’s blade is sharper and less prone to jagged lines. Garrett thrashes against his restraints as I approach, but it’s futile.
“Hold him. I don’t want to mess up thedesign.” I lean in toward Garrett’s face. “There’s no fixing it once I start.”
My partner circles behind Garrett’s chair, gripping his head with both hands, forcing him to face forward. I lean down, bringing the blade close to his face.
“You know what’s fascinating about facial scars?” I ask, pressing just enough to dimple the skin of his forehead without breaking it. “They tell stories. And yours will saycheaterfor the rest of your life.”
I slice the first letter in slowly. Blood wells immediately, trickling down his face as he screams. I make another cut, spelling out the word I promised he’d have forever. “Perfect,” I murmur, admiring my work as I finish up the last letter.
My partner grows restless behind him, his breathing heavy with excitement. I step aside, giving him room.
“He’s all yours,” I say.
He doesn’t waste time. He circles to face Garrett, undoing his pants with frantic movements. Garrett tries to turn away, but my partner grips his jaw, forcing him to look up.
“You like cock so much?” he taunts, strokinghimself roughly. “I bet you’ll take this so fucking good.”
Garrett’s eyes squeeze shut, tears streaming down his face, mixing with the blood from his fresh wounds.
“Open your fucking eyes!” my partner shouts, slapping Garrett hard across his face with his cock. “Watch me.”
Slap.
“Watch!”
Garrett’s eyes snap open, terror evident in his gaze. My partner continues stroking, his movements growing erratic, his breathing ragged. “Open your mouth,” he growls at Garrett.
When Garrett keeps his lips pressed firmly together, I reach around and pinch his nose shut. Eventually, his survival instinct kicks in and his mouth opens with a desperate gasp for air.
“That’s it,” my partner moans, positioning himself inches from Garrett’s face. “Take it all.”
He finishes with a guttural groan, his release spattering across Garrett’s face; across his cheeks, the cuts on his head and into his unwillingly open mouth. Garrett retches, choking on the warm fluid.
“How’s that feel?” my partner asks, voice husky. “Nice and warm, right? Just how you like it.”
Garrett sobs, his entire body trembling.
My partner laughs manically and continues. “Extra protein! Rub it right in. It’s great for the skin.”
I watch dispassionately, then step forward once my partner steps back. I run my fingers through the sticky substance on Garrett’s face, collecting it deliberately.
With the substance coating my fingers, I turn toward Puppet, who’s beginning to stir in her chair. Her eyelids flutter as consciousness slowly, but fully, returns.
I approach her with measured steps, my cum-coated fingers extended. When I reach her, I run my fingers over her chapped lips, lubricating them.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, admiring it as if it weremycum on her lips instead.
Puppet’s eyes open fully now, confusion giving way to horror as she realizes what’s happening. She tries to jerk away, but the ropes hold her firmly in place.
“Hello, Puppet,” I say, voice low. “Hopeyou’re not too upset. We got a little creative with your ex while you were sleeping.”
