“Yes, you can,” he says. “And you will.”
Dollface’s knife presses deeper against my throat, the threat of it sending another rush through me. “Do it,” he hisses in my ear. “Cum for him or I’ll carve my name into your pretty neck.”
I feel Dollface’s other hand shift behind me, followed by the feeling of flesh against my lower back. His breathing changes as he begins to stroke himself against my skin.
Again, Hollow thrusts into me.
And I break.
Everything shatters as my second unwilling orgasm tears through me, more violent than the first. My body convulses around Hollow’s cock, milking him as he drives upward one final time.
I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with his release. My vision blurs, spots dancing at the edgesas I struggle to breathe through the intensity of it.
“Good Puppet,” Hollow murmurs, his voice distant through the roaring in my ears.
I slump forward against his chest, utterly spent.
“My turn now,” Dollface says, the knife finally leaving my throat.
I don’t have the strength to fight anymore.
Whatever they want to do to me next, I’ll endure it.
I’ll survive it.
I plan to.
Hollow’s hands grip my waist, lifting me off of him. His release trickles down my inner thighs as he sets me on my feet. My legs buckle immediately, and I would have fallen if Dollface hadn’t caught me from behind.
“Not so fast,” he says, his voice playful again. “We’re not done with you yet.”
My head lolls back as exhaustion washes over me. Through half-lidded eyes, I see Garrett watching us, his expression a mixture of horror and exhaustion.
Dollface instantly drags me toward the metal table again, his grip likely bruising myupper arm. My thigh burns with every forced step.
“You know what I’ve been thinking about since I first saw you?” he asks, his voice dropping to a whisper. “What that pretty little ass of yours would feel like stretched around my cock.”
Terror surges through me. I twist in his grip, trying to break free, but it’s useless.
I glance back at Hollow. “No,” I plead. “Don’t let him-”
Dollface laughs, the sound childlike and terrible.
Hollow watches from the chair, his cock still exposed, wet with our combined fluids. He makes no move to help me, his eyes simply tracking our movements with that same detachment from before.
“Get her ready,” he says to Dollface. “I want to watch.”
Dollface pushes me face-down onto the table, the cold metal shocking against my overheated skin. My blood-crusted nipples press painfully against the surface as he kicks my legs apart.
I feel his weight against my back as he leans in, his fingers trailing between my legs,collecting the slickness there before moving it higher.
His breath is hot against my ear. “My friend did you a favor,” he whispers. “Without his..contribution, this would’ve been much worse for you.”
I close my eyes and try to disconnect again, to find that place inside my mind where they can’t reach me. But it’s getting harder. The boundaries between my body and my consciousness are blurring, pain and pleasure mixing until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
As he pushes into me, tearing me open with brutal force, I realize this is just the beginning. The night stretches ahead, endless and dark, and I’m trapped in it with these two monsters who seem to feed on my suffering.
I won’t break, I tell myself as pain rips through me.
