The man on the floor whimpers, his head shaking, pleas falling from his lips as she gracefully gets to her knees beside him. She smiles tenderly at him, brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes before leaning down, placing a kiss on his brow. In a lightning-quick move, her arm arcs through the air, piercing his heart in one fell swoop.
My cock is as hard as the knife in her hand, thrusting against my pants, eager to bury itself in her cunt. It’s all I can do to not grab her—twelve years is a long time to be celibate—but I hold myself back, waiting to see what her next move is.
Bringing herself to her feet, she watches me as she slowly brings the knife to her lips, her small pink tongue darting out to cleanse the knife of blood.
Fuck me.
While I thought she was stunning online, in person she is even more so; definitely a goddess amongst mere mortals. I will gladly fall to my knees and worship at her altar.
And I don’t get to my knees for anyone except the Lord.
Slowly lifting my hands up, I remove the mask, letting it drop harmlessly onto the floor. The knife slips from her fingers as she steps towards me, that small smile dancing upon her lips once more. Lifting a bloody hand, she trails her fingers down my cheek, staring so deeply into my eyes that I feel her viewing my very soul.
What’s left of it.
A shudder goes down my spine at her touch, the shock of it going straight to my cock, making it even harder. As if she knows exactly what I’m thinking, she gives me a coy smile before lifting up on her toes, pressing the barest of kisses to my lips before turning and sprinting out of the room, leaving me speechless and so fucking turned on that I pull my throbbing cock out, groaning as I stroke it hard and fast, imagining her lips wrapped around it.
Cursing softly when I come, I grab a stack of paper towels near a sink, cleaning myself up before donning my mask and heading back to the banquet room, leaving the two men behind, already forgotten.
Unsurprisingly, Rebecca is nowhere to be seen. Considering the blood decorating her like the most macabre of canvasses, that’s probably for the best.
Getting to talk with her online has been the highlight of my day, and now that I’ve met her in person, there’s no doubt at all in my mind.
She’s mine.
No more fucking around.
Chapter 6
Rebecca
Iwatch the clock resting on the mantle with trepidation as it ticks down the minutes, each move of the hand bringing me closer and closer to my fate.
Freedom, death, justice.
A shudder ripples through me as the old-fashioned clock chimes five times.
The bids are in.
Papa is sitting next to me on the couch and prods me to check the website. With shaking hands, I lift the laptop open, clicking on the site.
All hope escapes as the highest bidder is revealed. DaddyG69. My jaw ticks and blood runs cold.
“Please, Papa, not him,” I plead with a soft voice, trembling at the thought of this man touching me.
“Send him a message inviting him to dinner tonight. We’ll work out the details over dessert.”
Nodding numbly, I send off the message, waiting with bated breath until the reply comes in the affirmative. There’s no use arguing. I don’t want one final punishment from Papa. Abandoning the laptop on the sofa, I let my feet carry me to my room, my mind dizzy with apprehension.
Coming to a standstill in the quiet hallway our rooms are located down, I knock softly on Reese’s door, but there’s no reply. Peeking my head in, I can just make out her dark hair against the pillow. Backing out, I shut the door with a soft snick. I forgot she had a client today.
Rachel and Rosalie are in the basement, undergoing punishments, and Mama and Papa are keeping Ruth under wraps. I so badly need someone to talk to, someone to put their arms around me to tell me it will be okay.
That DaddyG69 was only joking about the flames and piss.
Rushing into my room, I slam the door, falling to my knees as I beg the god I’m no longer sure I believe in to help me find a way out of this. To help free me and my sisters.
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