Her gaze moves to Garrett’s face. Understanding dawns as she looks at his coated skin. She retches, though nothing comes up.
“You’re both sick,” she manages to say, voice hoarse from her earlier screaming.
“V- Vicky, don’t t- talk to them.” Garrett stutters out.
I raise a brow under my mask and look at her, “Perhaps,” I acknowledge.
I turn to my partner, who’s watching with obvious delight. “I think it’s time we move to phase two, don’t you?”
He nods eagerly as he puts his dick away, already reaching for his bag of tools.
“You see, Puppet,” I whisper, dragging my fingers down her shoulders, savoring the tension in her body, “all of this foreplay has been just that.Foreplay.”
A soft chuckle slips out. “We’re just getting started.”
I lean closer, voice shifting into a darker tone.
“Nowweget to have some real fun with you.”
12
Victoria
Dollface looms at my side, dragging my hair back so hard I taste copper on my tongue. He presses the butt of the flashlight; the same one he used on Garrett, against my lips. I can smell the metallic tang of blood still caked on its edge.
My body convulses with revulsion when I recognize the other residue. Garrett’s ass juice and shit.
My mind claws at itself, desperate to escape from this nightmare.
“Open,” he whispers, his porcelain mask inches from my face. “This is where you decide to draw the line? You sure didn’t have a line earlier when you shredded his meat up in your mouth.”
I shake my head, refusing to be subjected to the disgusting act.
Myhead is ripped back by the grip he still has in my hair, the sharp pull forcing my mouth open whether I want it to or not.
My jaw burns as he forces the flashlight into my mouth. My gag reflex roars to life, and acidic bile creeps up my throat. Through tear-blurred vision, I see Hollow looming above me, his clay-like mask tilting as if curious.
A chill runs down my spine when cold metal scrapes across my stomach. Hollow is cutting through the fabric of my shirt, popping the buttons one by one. The torn cloth falls away, leaving my skin exposed to the frigid air of the security room.
I try my best to glance around both men to see Garrett. As much as I hate his fucking guts right now, I don’t want him to die. But as I do, the flashlight hits my teeth with a hard clatter, jerking back and forth in my mouth.
You can’t make this shit up.
I’m being held against my will while being mouth-fucked by a shit and blood covered flashlight.
“Look at her,” Dollface orders, turning to face Garrett. “See what happens when you can’t keep your dick in your pants. Oh wait-” His childlikegiggle echoes off the walls. “You don’t have one anymore.”
Hollow whispers, “The butterfly effect.” Then his mouth abruptly clamps down on my breast. First soft, then his teeth sink in to the sensitive flesh of my nipple. A scream tries to rip free, but the flashlight muffles it. The metal cuts against my gums with each thrust into my mouth.
My body arches against the restraints, the metal chair unforgiving beneath me as he continues to grip my hardened bud between his teeth.
“Let’s make sure he stays with us a little while longer,” Dollface says as he turns away from me.
Both of them move toward Garrett. He’s slumped in the chair, barely upright, blood still seeping steadily from between his legs where his manhood used to be.
I watch through half-lidded eyes as they circle him like vultures, my stomach twisting at the memory of what Dollface forced into my mouth. The taste still lingers. It won’t go away, no matter how many times I swallow.
“He’s losing too much blood,” Dollfacemutters, crouching down to examine the damage. “Can’t have him checking out early.”
