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That’s when she starts gurgling. It’s a vicious sound, her body convulsing and one of the men who was merely observing rises, shoves down his zipper and pushes his cock into her mouth. Her throat bulges obscenely as the scene is set before them as if they’re watching a porn video.
My own body responds to the vibrator on my clit, but my stomach heaves. My head is once again cloudy, foggy as confusion sets in. My scream is muffled by the cloth, my body tightens and pulses as an orgasm wracks through me as I witness the man in the white coat pull the womb from the young girl and I realize they were talking about her being pregnant.
How far along is she?
Two months.
The perfect amount of time.
Drake
Today is the end. I can feel it in my bones.
“I thought you said she’d be dead,” River whispers from beside me. I’m so numb, I don’t even notice the scene before me. I sit like the mechanical robot he’s turned me into.
“I did. I lied.”
I feel his gaze on me. It’s burning through my flesh, turning my body tense and rigid. He’s the only person I’ve ever allowed to come near me. To touch me. After what I’d been through, I no longer enjoy the gentle caress of another, and I don’t offer it either.
That doesn’t mean I haven’t fucked my dick into some of the corpses. Those who are cold and rigid. I can’t handle warmth any more. It’s not who I am. I’m a monster and as the girl’s womb is ripped from her body, I feel nothing.
I sit.
I watch.
I feel a pulse in my dick. I’m hard. Turned on by the depravity. Because he made me that way. He’s forced me, just like he’s forcing her, Caia, to feel desire at the sick deeds. Only, she doesn’t know why.
I do.
I know all his moves. And soon, I’ll make sure that he takes his last breath. I won’t do it quickly.
No.
I’ll revel in the slow torture of his filthy flesh. Those pieces of him he finds pleasure in, I’ll ensure they’re burned while still attached.
How beautiful it will be.
The bright orange flame that dances along the wrinkled old skin of his cock. I’m lost in my violent thoughts, so I don’t notice when he has Ivor drag Caia over to the table that the dead girl has just vacated.
It’s only when her muffled screams seem to jolt me into action that I realize I’m moving. My feet are racing to her, watching as he brings his scalpel down onto her smooth stained and bruised flesh. There’s a man fucking her throat, violating the tight hole that I want.
I realize then that I want her.
I need her.
“No!”
My father’s gaze snaps to mine with a fury I’ve never seen before.
He smirks, pressing the cool metal against her pretty face. Her beautiful cheek is soon oozing crimson liquid, the color of Merlot that I have at the dinner table.
“I knew you were a fucking pussy,” my father grunts. There’s a cock of a weapon, the click of a barrel and I lose all sense of what I’m doing. It feels as if my body is slowing down when I reach her.
I grasp her hand, pulling her from the metal table and onto the floor. Her throat is turning blue, the convulsions wracking through her are violent and the pungent stench of puke falls onto my chest as she expels the drugs they’ve clearly injected into her.
It’s then that I see it.
Behind her.
