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He moved away again. I lifted my head to see what he was doing now. With eyes wide, I watched him stand at his shelf of toys and select a dark purple dildo.
Silver nails were melted into the rubber on all sides.
I shut my eyes, knowing how bad this was about to hurt, and how much he was going to enjoy it.
–Chapter Eighteen–
Harper
My legs were splayed wide open, strapped down to steel plated stirrups, and slightly lifted in the air.
Tremors wracked my body with fear of what came next. My arms were painfully stretched on either side of my tearstained face, each tightly secured in their own restraint.
I shook my head rapidly back and forth, begging and pleading around the gag he’d angrily shoved in my mouth.
He was unmoved, enjoying every minute of my fear and discomfort.
I wanted to look away, but couldn’t. I needed to bear witness to everything he did, no matter how fucked up it was.
I tried to brace myself for the pain I knew was coming, inhaling deep breaths through my bloody nose.
He looked at me with a sinister smile on his angelic face, inserting the didlo fully into my ass.
I squealed like a pig at slaughter, trying to breathe through the excruciating pain.
“You like that?” he asked, ramming the toy in and out of me.
The tips of the nails felt like razor blades digging into the sensitive tissue inside me.
Blood began to leak, asmy body rejected the foreign object, insides trying to force it out. Something in my anal cavity tore, and more blood flowed from the decimated hole.
I felt myself slipping away.
He left the dildo inserted when he shoved his cock into my pussy.
I didn’t get a reprieve.
He fucked me like he did every other time before, taking everything he wanted, continuing well after I slipped beneath a blanket of darkness.
He didn’t let me stay under for long, waving a smelling block beneath my nose.
No, he wanted to ensure I felt exactly what happened next.
The brunette was out of the dog cage, struggling against him much like I had during our first encounter. She didn’t get taken to the mattress, though; instead, he brought her to me.
“P-p-please don’t—”
“Shhh,” he soothed, running his knuckles down the woman’s tear-stained face.
She looked to me then, dark eyes taking in the massive dildo still embedded in my ass, nails digging into my anal tissue.
“What is that? Why am I here? Why are you—”
“I’m not in the mood for one-hundred questions,” he said, dragging the terrified woman the rest of the way to the chair.
She cried and yelled, quickly deciding to beg as he bent her over practically right on top of me, reaching beneath her dress and tearing her underwear clean off.
“I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re going to keep your face buried in my pretty toy’s pussy the entire time,” J explained, reaching for the chain above me.
“I have money. I have—”
“I don’t need your fucking money,” he sneered, slipping the noose-like chain around her neck.
She continued to panic until it no longer mattered. J shoved her face between my legs, pushing the dildo into my ass a little further.
Dropping my head back, I breathed in quick shallow breaths as he proceeded to fuck her, forcing her arms to stay locked behind her.
Her cries were muffled by my pussy each time she was forced to press her mouth against it. I was in too much pain to care. When J reached up to tighten the chain around her neck, there wasn’t a thing I could do to help her.
Still tied down, the gag stopping me from speaking, I could do nothing but watch as she started to suffocate.
The whites in her eyes turned a faded red before rolling back into her skull; ugly blotches broke out across her skin.
J remained thrusting inside her limp body long after she looked at me with a fixed, blank stare.
All I could think about was how I’d never got to ask what her name was, and the lifeless face that seemed to say her death was all my fault.
–Chapter Nineteen–
Harper
-Present-
Fate can be a tricky thing.
I didn’t believe in it much until I managed to save my own life.
I was a firm believer that everything happened for a reason—even the bad things.
I’d come to the conclusion that I was taken for a purpose, and that purpose was to find the man responsible for all my suffering and rid the world of his disease.
I still tried to live my life.
Once every few weeks, I ventured to the Winn Dixie and got a fresh carton of Moose Tracks ice cream.
Maybe I went in my pajamas, but at least I was going somewhere.
It was fate that had me standing right beside the model-like blonde in the middle of the ice-cream aisle at nine-o-clock at night.
