I feel even smaller than I already am squatting here barefoot, bleeding, and clutching this knife like it’s going to actually save me.
I know he’s going to end up seeing me, so instead of cowering like a pussy, I stand up and raise the knife, pointing it toward him even though my hand won’t stop trembling. “Don’t come any closer.”
I definitely sounded like a wuss saying that out loud.
He pauses and watches me for a second, like he’s possibly acknowledging it.
Then his head tilts slightly, studying me in a way that creates goosebumps across my skin.
He starts walking toward me like I didn’t say a damn thing.
At this point, I’m pretty sure I’m about to die.
I keep stepping back until my back slams into the wall behind me.
That’s it. I’m dead. I’m so dead.
He’s got me cornered, and the only thing between us is a kitchen knife and whatever bits of courage I’ve managed to build up.
The second he gets within arms reach, I start slashing the knife wildly in front of me. I’m hoping I’ll either cut him or at least make him think twice about getting any closer.
Yeah, that doesn’t work.
He’s faster than me.
His hand shoots out and clamps around my wrist, his fingers locking down so tight the knife stops mid-swing.
I’m pretty sure my arm belongs to him now because when I try to pull away, it’s useless.
The guy doesn’t even move. He stands there like a brick wall while I struggle against his grip.
“Let go of me, you son of a bi-”
The word barely leaves my mouth before he moves his free hand toward my head.
I don’t even realize what it is at first as it slams into the side of my skull. The crack of metal against bone sounds sickening as it connects.
That was a fucking flashlight.
Pain explodes in my temples and the entire world spins violently.
My grip on the knife disappears instantly and my fingers seem to go numb. Not long after, the blade slips from my hand and clatters against the floor.
Ringing floods my ears as I tumble down to the floor.
I can feel a light stream of blood flow down my forehead as he kneels down in front of me. His voice breaks the silence as I feel myself begin to lose consciousness, “Sweet dreams, Victoria.”
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Dollface
After hoisting her over my shoulder, I carry her sweet little ass out of the kitchen and down the hallway toward the security room.
The whole way there, my mind won’t shut the fuck up. All I can think about is that tight cunt of hers and all the ways I’m going to fuck it loose once I decide to start.
Once I start, I’m not fucking stopping.
Her blood is going to cover every inch of me while I fuck her raw in every way I can think of. In every single one of her orifices. Like that tight little pink hole between her ass cheeks. The taut entrance between those lips that I want to taste so damn bad. And that mouth of hers.. the one that’s going to be screaming.
