I won’t let them win.
But deep down, I know they already have.
16
Hollow
I watch my partner thrust into Puppet’s ass with savage intensity, his hips snapping forward with enough force to make the metal table screech against the floor. Each time he drives into her, she makes a whimpering noise against the cold metal table.
There’s something almost hypnotic about the rhythm he’s established. The way her body jerks forward with each thrust, the way her fingers curl uselessly against the table’s edge, searching for something to grip.
She’s finally stopped bitching about not wanting any of this.
That’s interesting.
I stand from my seat, tucking myself back into my pants before zipping them up. The sound seems unnaturally loud in the room,competing with the wet slaps of flesh against flesh and my accomplice’s animalistic grunts.
My attention shifts to Garrett.
He’s barely conscious, head falling forward, blood crusted around the word carved into his forehead.
I move toward him, circling behind his chair.
My fingers find his hair, tangling in the damp strands before I pull his head back harshly.
His eyes flutter, struggling to focus.
“You get to watch her get fucked by someone else, just like she had to watch you. Seems fair, doesn’t it?” I say, holding his head in position so he can’t look away from Puppet’s violation.
A weak sound escapes him. It’s a mix of a sob and a moan. His eyes try to close, but I give his hair another tug, forcing him to stay present, to witnesseverything.
“No, no. Eyes open,” I whisper near his ear. “This is your punishment. To watch someone else take what was once yours.”
On the table, her body jerks violently as my partner increases his pace.
He’s close to finishing.
I recognize the change in his breathing, the way his movements are becoming more erratic.Her whimpers have taken on a hollow quality, as though she’s retreating deeper inside herself with each thrust.
“See how well she’s taking it?” I ask him.
Garrett tries to turn his head away, but my grip keeps him in place.
I force him to watch as tears leak from the corners of his eyes, streaming down through the dried blood on his cheeks.
“I wonder,” I muse, “if you imagined this when you were bending over for that trainer. Did you think about how she would feel, watching you? Did you consider her pain at all?”
My partner lets out a guttural moan, his body tensing as he empties himself inside her.
“Fuck,” my associate pants, his hands leaving red marks where he gripped Puppet’s hips.
I release Garrett’s hair, letting his head drop forward again. He doesn’t have much fight left in him. The blood loss, the trauma, the psychological torture, it’s all taking its toll. But I need him conscious a little longer. There’s more I want him to see.
I move around to face him, crouching so we’re at eye level. “Don’t check out yet,” I tellhim, tapping his cheek to keep him alert. “We still have so much planned for both of you.”
Behind me, I hear Puppet being pulled up and off the table, her feet dragging on the floor as my partner repositions her. I don’t need to look to know what’s coming next. We discussed this part in detail during our planning.
“Have you ever wondered,” I ask Garrett, my voice dropping to an intimate whisper, “what it would be like to watch someone you care about completely break? To see them transformed into something else entirely? Something they never thought they could become?”
