10. Firefly

Chapter 10

Firefly

T he same dragonfly from the cave sits atop my hand. I stare at it, listening to its chittering, repeating Blue's words to me. She has no idea the bugs can communicate with me. That they're my little spies here in Nightmare, constantly watching her when I can't.

"Boss needs to be careful," Havoc hisses from behind, standing at the base of the staircase to the basement. "Dolly is a glass doll, shattering with the smallest crack."

The dragonfly flies from my hand, joining the wall filled with my other insects as I turn and face her, her sharp teeth on full display, ready to bite. "Since when did it become wise for you to tell me what I should and shouldn't do? You should be thankful she stood up for you before. Touch her again, Havoc, and not even Blue will save you from the hell I will unleash."

The psychotic minion cackles, tossing her head back in a feverish expression of her insanity. "Boss couldn't hurt Havoc if he wanted!" She snaps her teeth, taunting me. Oh, is that what she thinks? My hands ball into fists at my side as I begin to charge toward her. We'll see about that .

"Careful." A devil tail wraps around my arm, pulling me back. I whip my head around to see Sullen, arms crossed, as he stands and watches me. "Havoc's right, boss. You're playing a very dangerous game with that doll." I pull his tail, yanking the demon close, gripping him by the throat. He smiles, seemingly unfazed by the threat of me, his tongue running over the front of his teeth as a knowing smirk pulls at his lips. "It's been a long time since you've acted out. You hunger for it, don't you?"

"For what?" I growl, gripping his throat tighter.

His demon tail taps my hand, holding my knife within its grasp. "For pain. You haven't murdered any creations since her arrival, not like before. Not like our nightly hunts. Some would say you're going soft." Soft? I grip my knife and release the demon, watching as he falls to the ground, coughing. He grins up at me, his face painted with a sinister smile. "Quit playing these childish games. Kill the doll. End her life, pluck out those eyes and put them in the jar with the rest of them."

"I'm not killing Blue!" I snarl.

"Blue?" Charisma steps from the shadows to Sullen's side, helping him to his feet. "Since when are we referring to the dolls by their given names now?" They click their tongue, looking me up and down. "Have we been breaking the rules of the game, boss? Or are you playing a different game with that toy?"

I raise my knife, the tip kissing the underside of Charisma's chin. "You better watch your fucking mouth."

"Or what?" They raise a brow. "We fear the Boogeyman, not a Firefly. " My face drops as Blue's name for me falls from their mouth.

"I am the Boogeyman!" I yell, pushing the blade against their skin, purple blood dripping down their neck as Sullen hisses at me.

Charisma slightly tilts their head, their lavender eyes flickering with eagerness as they lean close, pushing the blade deeper into their neck. "Not to her, you aren't," they slowly drawl, the words like a taunting whisper, before slowly back away from my knife, their eyes glowing as they step into the shadow, laughing.

Sullen begins to back away, his laughter echoing Charisma's as he fades away alongside them into the darkness, leaving only Havoc and myself.

"Pretty Charisma is right, boss." I sigh, rolling my eyes as I turn to face her. Havoc begins to circle me with exaggerated steps. "Dolly doesn't see you as you are. Only a light. Time to fix things." She taps my knife.

"I'm not killing her, Havoc." I grit out, the urge to set all three of these fuckers ablaze becoming almost too much to fight.

"Better than the truth flying free as a moth. Not all is as it seems." She begins to tap her button eye, creating an odd rhythm with her finger. "Boss must do a bad thing." She sings, her voice melting as something cold begins to wash over me. "You must kill the doll. Kill the doll." Her vision morphs into another, commanding me as I stand still, entranced, hearing only the command given to me.

"Kill. The. Doll."

I turn, placing my mask over my face, turning to look at Havoc over my shoulder as I raise my knife, staring back into my reflection—the reflection of the Boogeyman.

"Kill the doll," I repeat.

I must've blacked out or something, I... I don't know. I don't recall traveling at all, but here I am, outside Blue's window, perched in my spot on the old tree that scratches across the stained glass. I'm crouched, wearing my suit and holding my knife, my thoughts blurring and running into one another, creating a murky fog of confusion. My hand moves, pushing the glass window open as I effortlessly slide inside. Her room is unusually dark and empty, no sign of her within it. Where are you?

The sounds of my heavy breathing fill my ears as I stare through the scratchy eye holes of my mask, searching for her. I slowly and carefully open the bedroom door, waiting for her to make a sound. Nothing.

My feet carry me down the hall, checking every room as I silently open each of the doors, finding only darkness, dust, and silence. Where are you? I continue to search until the entire second story of the home is cleared. Something clatters down below, catching my attention.

"This way, Mr. Whiskers. It seems a bigger needle is needed to fix this mess," her voice trails up the stairs as the sound of a door opens then closes, her footsteps quickly fading away. She's heading into the basement. I quietly descend the stairs, purposely avoiding the known squeaky steps, and step onto the first floor. I need to be careful, to avoid her hearing me coming.

Kill the doll.

It's all I hear in my head, the voice sounding like Havoc's, but it's not. It's a morphed, tainted with a ghastly voice that I both know yet can't pinpoint. All I know is, the command is more than a command. It's as though my body is out of my control, like I'm watching myself head to the basement from outside of my body and am physically unable to stop myself. A shell.

Kill the doll.

I hush my feet, patiently moving to the old basement door, twisting the brass knob as I gently swing it open, only a faint creak coming from the hinges. The stairs are dark, a flickering light dances at the bottom.

There you are .

The trance haunting my mind carries me deeper, the door silently shutting behind me as I walk further, stepping into the ominent space. The sound of her shuffling around as she talks to her stuffed rodent drowns out the small sounds of the creaking staircase as I finally step onto the basement floor and see her. She's scurrying around with a single lit candle, searching shelves of stuffed animals and jars, brushing aside odd taxidermy tools and dust while murmuring to herself and that stupid rat—completely unaware of her surroundings. I quietly approach the long wooden table, noticing her rodent, its arm hanging loosely from its body. She must be down here in hopes of repairing that stupid fucking rat. A soft chuckle escapes me, and it's so effortless, unlike anything I've felt since being in the treehouse with Havoc. I can't help it though, the ridiculous amount of fondness she has for that dead thing is... adorable.

Blue whirls around, surprised to see me, her candle flickering as she remains frozen, taken back by my appearance in my suit. "F-Firefly?" she whimpers, unsure of how to feel. Her eyes fall to my hand, watching as I squeeze my knife tight. "W-what're you doing?"

I tilt my head, my mind stuck in a loop of the same command, consuming my being: Kill the doll . I step toward her, a rumble vibrating in my chest as I prepare my stance, ready to strike. Something deep inside my soul starts to pound against my chest, fighting my motions.

Kill the doll.

This isn't right. I don't want to do this. I can't do this.

"Firefly," she softly cries, and she must realize what I'm about to do, as the color drains from her beautiful face.

Blue steps back, her hand shaking as it holds the candle, causing the flame to quiver as shadows jolt around us, her eyes searching for a way out. There is none, as I purposely positioned my body and blocked her way to the basement door. "T-this isn't you." Her words tremble. I raise my knife, pointing it directly at her, a voice whispering around in my head as my own suddenly appears, telling it to stop.

Kill the doll. Kill the doll!

No, don't listen. Don't do this. You can't do this to her!

My neck jerks as I twitch, trying to force them both aside and focus. "Please," she cries, fear and betrayal soaking her voice, it's a vice around my heart. "Don't do this."

The voices grow louder, arguing in my ears as I struggle to concentrate, groaning as my head is consumed with pain. "I-I don't have a choice," I grunt, my eyes beginning to burn, my face on fire from the mental war raging inside my brain. I rip my mask from my head, the instant relief of cold air hitting my face as I inhale, breathing it in. Sweat rolls down my face as I stare at her, my arm now trembling as I begin to realize what's happening. I glare at my hand, still holding my knife out and tremble at the reality.

This isn't me.

"S-she got to me," I whisper in astonishment. "She's got to me, Blue. And I-I can't stop her." Hissing scratches my brain as I toss my head around, groaning aloud, struggling to hear Blue's words through the voices.

"Firefly... " She sets the candle down, stepping in my direction.

"Stay back!" I lunge without thought, barely missing her. "Don't come any closer, Blue! I-I can't stop myself." My words are drenched in absolute torment. My body is shaking; all I want is to run away from her and yet my body refuses to move. All I can do is continue to fight to stand still, a fight that I'm quickly losing.

"Listen to me, Firefly. This isn't you. You wouldn't hurt me."

"Wouldn't I?" I strain, my body moving closer to her despite my protest. "I'm the Boogeyman, remember? I kill people. Creations." Kill the doll . My head burns, aching from fighting her voice. "Her claws are here," I tap at my temple. "They're in my brain, her needles sinking into me, tearing it apart. I-I can't stop her, Blue." A tear, something I haven't experienced since the night the Creator forced herself on me, rolls down my cheek.

"She can't control you anymore, Firefly. You're free." She steps closer, risking her safety to comfort me.

Fucking Christ, Blue. Please stop. Please stop moving toward me. Run the other way. I don't deserve her love. I don't deserve her devotion, her trust... I don't deserve her.

"Stop," I plead, fighting with all my strength. "She's going to make me kill you. I don't want to but... I-I have no control. Please, I don't want to do this. Please..." She ignores my desperate warning, moving closer. My arm tenses, swinging a second time without my control, my knife slicing Blue's arm. She gasps, grabbing her flesh as blood begins to seep down her skin. "Blue!" I cry out, reaching for her, watching as she stumbles back away from me, the look of pure terror on her face... this moment will be what haunts my nightmares until my heart stops. If there is a hell beyond this one, her look of betrayal will be on a constant loop, driving my soul mad for all eternity.

She glances up at me, gripping her arm, her eyes filled with terror and brimming with tears. "I'm so sorry," I choke out. Seeing her hurt, by me—terrified—it's my breaking point. It shatters something inside me, freeing me from whatever trance had haunted me as I'm suddenly able to take a breath on my own.

My heart jolts at the sight of Blue before me. Whatever hold or spell the Spinster had over me, is ripped away as I fall to my knees, dropping my knife at Blue's feet. It's an instant relief, feeling her vanish from my being. My body feels lighter, darkness clearing from my heart and leaving nothing but fear behind. She was able to reach me.

"Forgive me," I whisper, dropping my head in absolute shame for what I've done to Blue. "I'm weak." The truth falls from my lips, taking the air from my lungs as I remain there, humbled by the realization that even here, in Nightmare, I am not out of her grasp. She can always find me. There's no winning the game, and she knows it. She knew I'd never win and yet still toyed with me, all these years, playing me like the fool I was.

Blue's hand touches my chin, raising it as I look up at her, my eyes stinging from regret and hatred for myself. For hurting her. "Firefly," she says my name with absolute innocence and serenity, her voice like an angel pulling me from the darkness. I'm unworthy; she should turn and leave me in this darkness. I am no Firefly. That man is nothing but a fantasy.

"I'm so sorry." My voice cracks on a sob as I stare up at her. "I'm so fucking sorry, Blue." My head slams against her stomach, my arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close as I unleash all my emotions, my trauma, all the pain I've buried inside and tried to lock away for centuries. It all rushes to the surface and boils over, consuming me as I sit here and cry against her body, soaking her dress in my flowing tears. Something breaks inside me, shattering into a million pieces, and the only way to fix it—to fix me—is her.

My Blue.

And the worst part of it all is that I almost took that way. I almost lost the only chance I have at saving myself.

"Firefly..." She slowly curls her arms around my head, her hesitation to embrace me only adding to the overwhelming amount of guilt drowning me. "Are you okay?"

My eyes shoot to her face, shocked by her selfless question. "Me?" I question as she wipes my face. She's so fucking gentle with her fingers as she smiles softly at me. I grab her hand, completely taken back. "Blue, I-I just attacked you. I came in here, possessed like one of her fucking toys, and could've killed you. And-d you're sitting here, asking if I'm okay?"

Blue tilts her head. "Firefly, I know that wasn't you." She grips my arms, pulling me from her waist as she slides to her knees, positioning herself perfectly in front of me. The two of us sit, kneeling before one another, two damaged creations trying to find a purpose to our existence.

"I know you. I know your heart." She presses her hand to my chest, giggling at its rapid beat. "You won't kill me, because—" She stops, biting her lip.

"Because what?" I ask weakly. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment. How can she be embarrassed after everything we'd been through? After what I just did to her? "Hey." I reach my hand out, trying with everything I have to calm the shaking as I gently touch her chin. "Rule number three."

She nestles her face against my palm, shooting me a playful expression. "Don't be quiet? I don't think that rule really applies here."

"Doesn't it?" I force a smile; her joy is infectious. "What is it?" I press.

"Well... " Her fingers begin playing with the various loose strings of my burlap suit as she refuses to look at me. "You won't hurt me, because you like me." Her eyes immediately shoot to me, the words hitting my heart like a sack of bricks as I see the nervous apprehension in her buttons, waiting.

Blue knew I wouldn't kill her—because I like her.

Do I like her? I mean, I liked having sex with her. And listening to her laugh—God, it's a breath of fresh air. I like being around her, even if she is attached to that disgusting, half-stuffed rodent she can't seem to live without. I like stalking her, thinking about her when I'm alone, especially when I'm pleasing myself. I like sitting outside her window as she sleeps, making sure no one bothers her. I like keeping her safe, protecting her?—

Fuck. I don't just like her– I'm obsessed with her. The feel of her body, the sounds she makes and the way she tastes on my tongue. I'm addicted, intoxicated by her scent, that ridiculous laugh of hers, and the way she makes me feel seen. Not just the colors on my skin, or the ones I make her see, no, she sees me , and I'm entranced by her.

"Firefly?" My name falls from her lips, pulling at my chest, the way she formed the sounds perfect and sensual. "You do like me, don't you?" Her fingers weave through my hair, patiently waiting.

Seeing her here, kneeling before me, selfishly ensuring my own safety before her own and still looking at me the way she always does—I can't deny it. I can't keep lying to myself, pretending that I don't feel what my heart is doing. Yeah, my cock reacts to her in a way unlike anyone else, but my heart–well, that's something new, something I have never experienced before. I don't just like her. She consumes every ounce of my very being. Her existence breathes life into my dead soul, peeling me from my own darkness and showering me in her warmth. Fuck, I don't just want her. No, I need her. She's mine, all mine. I never want to share her, or the way I feel, with anyone else. Ever.

"Yeah, I think I do like you," I whisper, running my thumb along her lower lip. Her eyes flash, a soft, happy little gasp brushing past my finger from her mouth. My words are exactly what she wants to hear, and it pleases me to give it to her. I want to say more, to give her more, the unbearable urge to confess all my sins to her as I beg on my knees to be worthy of her affection.

"Blue?" She peers up at me, the ends of my dark hair brushing against her forehead as I lean in close. "Can I tell you a secret?"

She nods, leaning into me, reaching for a kiss. I can't help but to smile, knowing how her body must be twisting with eagerness, wanting to feel mine. And for the first time in, well, ever, I don't want to just fuck her. I want to be honest with her. No games, no dice, no pressure. I just want to open myself up, carve out my heart, and lay it at her feet. I take a large breath, preparing for the enormous emotional unload I'm about to profess.

"Blue, I—" Admitting my feelings is a lot harder than I expected. My throat closes, my heart racing with anticipation and nerves, consuming me. My jaw clenched, tightening to hold back my voice. I grip the back of her neck gently, my veins bulging as I resist myself. Why is it so hard to admit? To simply speak the words?

"Firefly?" I swallow my fear. Now or never .

"I think I don't just like you." Her eyes study mine, her cheeks slowly fading to a bright, burning red. "I?—"

Before I can speak further, she shoots forward, slamming her lips against mine, cradling my face with her hand as she kisses me with such impressive force. Every restraint and hesitation in my body melts away as I embrace her, kissing her back twice as hard.

"I love you too," she breathes into my mouth. I don't even have to say it; Blue knows exactly how I feel. I think she always has.

"God." I struggle to breathe, pressing into her body as we kiss with such a passion, I feel as though I've lost all the strength in my body. "I told you you'd be my undoing." She giggles into my mouth, causing me to do the same, the flood of such a range of emotions leaving me exposed.

My hand brushes along her arm, her body jolting as she flinches. I realize where I touched—the mark I left on her with my knife. My blood runs cold, my face hardening as I stare at the fresh wound, my happy mood returning to one of self-hatred.

"Hey." She catches the direction of my gaze and tries to calm me. "It's okay. Look." She rotates her arm, pretending it didn't hurt. "Nothing a little needle and thread can't fix." Blue kisses my nose, standing and approaching the table. Needle and thread .

"Let me." I shoot to my feet, walking over to the table.

"What?"

I quickly remove my suit and gloves, kicking the uncomfortable material aside, shoving the negative thoughts away all the same. I place a hand on her lower back, plucking the threaded needle from her fingers. "I made the cut, now let me fix it." It was more a command than a choice.

Before she can tell me no, I grip the needle between my teeth and pick her up, placing her on the table, watching as her tits bounced. Fucking control yourself. I have to force my eyes away, my pants tightening as I try to swallow my horniness.

"Let me see," I say thickly as she raises her arm, laying it in my hands as I examine the cut closely. "You know this will hurt, right?"

She gives me a simple shrug. "I've learned to just embrace it. Besides, I kind of like the pain," she teases, smirking at me. I can't stop my laughter, both turned on and impressed by her taunting.

I retrieve the needle from my teeth, my free hand gripping her arm carefully as I pierce the sharp point into her flesh. She winces, inhaling sharply as I push the metal through, the thick thread quickly following. I continue to sew the cut, noticing her hands as she squeezes them tight, fidgeting her legs. I cross the thread across itself in a repeating X pattern until the whole cut is sewn shut. I pull the thread, tying it into a knot before biting it with my teeth, kissing the cut gently.

"There, all fixed."

Blue examines her arm. "Impressive."

"I think it's fair to say we all know how to sew." I chuckle, crossing my arms. "Plus, I've had some time to practice. You think that suit of mine is the first?"

"You sewed your own suit?"

"Well don't sound too surprised, Doll face." I wedge myself between her legs, spreading them wide. My hands grip the top of her thighs, her body slightly leaning back, inviting me to ravish her, and I want to. My mouth reaches for her neck, my breath hitting her skin as it prickles at the feel of my breath. I run my lips along the shape of her jaw, feeling her body tighten and her breathing increase.

"Blue," I exhale, listening as she whimpers at the sound of her name falling from my lips. "I know you know how I feel, but I want to show you. To prove that I will always protect you, and never hurt you again. I want to show you just how much I am yours."

"Firefly." God, I want her to speak my name for the rest of eternity, over again and again. "You don't have to do anything."

"Yes, I do," I growl, gripping her face with my hands and kissing her fiercely. I kiss her so hard, it hurts, running my tongue along hers, our moans mixing into one. "I want to be your Firefly," I pant as she presses her breasts against my chest, pulling me closer, wrapping her legs around my waist. "Until the end of time."

She whimpers, a tear falling from her eyes and onto my face as I lick it, tasting her salty emotions. "You already are."

"Ah." I peel my mouth from hers. "But the world doesn't know that. At least, not yet." My eyes crawl back to the table as I pick up the needle, holding it between us. "Needle and thread."

She watches me, both confused and curious, as I thread the needle while staying perfectly positioned between her soft thighs. "What're you—Firefly!" she cries out, watching as I pierced the skin across my chest, dragging the thread through it, grunting at the welcomed pain. "Stop!" She reaches out, grabbing my hand.

I laugh, watching as she tries to pry my hand away. "It's okay, Blue." I continue to stitch myself, creating a line. "I'm just making sure everyone knows exactly who I belong to."

"What do you mean?"

"Well..." I push the pointed tip though my flesh, tiny beads of blood forming as I pull it across, the thread sliding under my skin. "I'm going to stitch my owner's name, right over my heart." I flash her a grin, winking. "Because, let's face it, Doll face, you own me."

She releases a soft gasp. "Firefly," she wheezes, her fingers touching mine. "I–I?—"

"Blue..." I brush her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I've never felt this way about anyone, ever. I've wandered this desolate world for centuries, convinced love was just some sick game two people played, pretending that it existed when it didn't. But you..." I swallow, forcing back more tears. "You proved me wrong. You showed me that love is real, and that I'm not only lucky enough to be loved by you, but to feel it myself."

My free hand grips her neck, squeezing with a tough sincerity as I blurt the words out. "I love you, Blue. And to prove it, to you and everyone else, I'm going to sew your name across my heart so every damn soul in this world and the next knows exactly who it belongs to."

"Then sew me," she whispers.

"What?" Her words confuse me, taking me completely back.

Blue carefully removes my hand from her neck, taking the needle, and digging halfway through my skin, pulling it as the thread follows. "I'll sew my name onto you." She continues to stitch my flesh, creating the letter B. "And then you can sew your name onto me, letting everyone know who I belong to." She bites her lower lip, tugging the needle, yanking the thread as I grunt at the pain.

"Oh, careful," I warn her, my cock aching as it presses even harder against my pants.

She scoots closer to my body, purposely rubbing against me, snatching my chin, forcing me to look at her.. "Why don't you just sit there like a good boy and let me sew my name?"

"Yes ma'am." My brow raises, enjoying her surprisingly dominating command.

Blue continues to pull the needle and thread, stitching her name across my chest. Blood trickles down my skin as my hands hold her ass tight, gripping her harder every time she tugs at the thick thread, pulling my skin. "There." She wipes her forehead before leaning down and biting the thread with her teeth. "Perfect." She beams with pride, admiring her handiwork.

I glance down, her name sewn in such a delicate manner across my chest. My fingertips traced the letters, noticing a tiny heart that flicks off from the last letter in her name. "Nice touch," I smile, appreciating her personal flare.

"Now you do me." Blue holds the needle and spool of thread up, her face filled with a giddiness I haven't seen from her in awhile.

"Are you sure?" I ask, taking them from her. She nods her head, confident in her decision. "Alright then, but I'm not sewing my name across your chest."

"Wha—why not?" She huffs.

"Because," I lean forward. "I like your breasts exactly as they are. Even if it is my name, I'm not fucking with something as perfect as these," I run my tongue over her bulging breasts, sitting perky under her dress. "Pick a different spot."

She collects herself, thinking it over.

"You pick."

"That's not what I said," I purr, grazing my hands up her thighs and beneath the skirt of her little dress. Her mouth gapes open, reacting to my touch.

"There," she whimpers.

I stop, my hand resting across her thighs. "Here?" I squeeze, her fingers digging into the edge of the table.

"Yes."

"You got it, Doll face." I pull her tights from her legs, lifting her skirt as I kneel down and nestle myself between her thighs. "Bet you like seeing me on my knees, my head buried between your legs." My tongue runs up her inner thigh, watching as she shivers and drops her head back.

"Yes," she breathes, causing me to adjust myself again, struggling to focus.

"You ready?" I ask, prepping the needle. She nods. "My name's a little longer than yours, so if you need a break or want me to stop, just tell me."

"I can handle the pain," she jests. "Do your worst." Don't play with me .

I hide my smile, propping her right leg over the other, piercing the needle into the outer part of her thigh as she fainty gasps. "Why there?" she asks.

"Well." I tug the string, her whimpers filling my ears as she tries to stay still. "If my name is between your legs," I push the needle through again, "the only person who will see it," I finished the first letter, beginning the next, "is me. And I already know you're mine."

I carefully continue sewing my name across her leg, Blue trying to muffle and hide her pain. The letters of my name stretch almost entirely down to her knee, cutting the thread as I finished the last letter. Damn, my name is long.

"There." I lightly slap the fresh stitching, her breathing hitching as blood lightly drips down her leg. Seeing my name marked into her flesh invigorates me. Fuck, if I wasn't already struggling to hold back before, I sure as hell am now.

"Don't," she whispers.

"What?"

Blue slides off the edge of the table, falling into me, forcing us to the floor as she straddles my face. "Don't hold back." She tosses her hair over her shoulders, leans back, and lifts her dress, widening her legs. "I'm yours." Damn straight you are .

I waste no time, my tongue slithering along her pussy, wet from her excitement. Fuck, she tastes so good. I push through her lips, moving inside her as she pushes against my face, grinding her clit against my nose, adding to her arousal. Blue holds nothing back, her fingers pulling handfuls of my hair, moaning into the air. I feel my cock flex as she tightens around my tongue. I want to bury it deeper inside her sopping pussy, to really show her who she belongs to.

"Blue," I breathe against her body. "Get on the table."

"What?"

I impatiently force her forward as she falls over my face, catching her body with her hands. My body rotates, rolling with hers until she's on her back, me hovering over her as her legs drape over my shoulder. I lean down, licking her from her ass all the way up, past her pussy to her stomach. "I said, get on the table."

"Make me," she snaps.

"Oh? You want to act like a brat, now, do you?" She giggles as I smile, fully enjoying this side of her. "Alright, then." I gracefully lift her while getting to my feet. "Guess I'll just have to move you myself."

Blue squeezes her thighs around my face, holding tight, dodging the light fixtures hanging from the basement ceiling as I carry her to the table, swatting everything from the surface before slamming her atop it. She tries to adjust herself, but I grab her ankles, yanking her toward me, her legs dangling over the edge.

"Don't move," I growl, pacing around, searching the shelves for something to tie her down with. I can feel her eyes on me, watching as my hands discover strips of tanned leather scraps. I pick them up, testing their resilience, snapping the thick material. Perfect .

"W-what're those for?" Blue asks, sitting up as I turn, playing with the long strips.

"I'm going to tie you down, and fuck you senselessly, until your throat burns from screaming my name and you can no longer stand." I snap the leather again, her body jumping at the loud sound. "Think you can handle that, Doll face?" Blue looks at the leather in my hands, a seductive smile curling from her lips as she slowly lays back, raising her arms above her head. "That's a good fucking girl."

I tie the leather around the legs of the table, their length perfectly reaching her arms. I tug the leather tight, securing her wrists as they lay sprawled out above her head, leaving a little slack for her to move, her legs hanging from the edge perfectly. I couldn't have designed a better sex position if I tried.

Returning to her legs, I slowly take my time, feeling her skin, raising her dress once more as my lips find their way to her thigh, kissing her softly. She moans gently, enjoying the way I touch her body. My mouth trails up to her lower abdomen, kissing her old stitches, my tongue running along the rough ridges. She arches her back, pulling against the leather straps.

"I want to touch you," she whines.

"Oh, don't worry." My hands grab her hips, flipping her over onto her stomach, her arms now crossed ahead of her, the slack she had before now gone. "I'm about to make you feel so fucking good, you won't be able to think of anything else. Besides, I'm punishing you for that little attitude. Can't have you acting like a brat, now, can we?" I slap her ass, the loud impact ringing in my ears. "It's my turn to be selfish."

My hands move her body closer to the edge, the leather pulling against me as I lift her dress, admiring the view. She's dripping, fluorescent blue running down her lips. Perfect . I release my cock from my pants, the feeling of it being free adding to my excitement. It's lightly dripping, my own elation boiling beneath my skin. I grip my cock, stepping toward her body, rubbing the tip against her opening. I can't help but moan, feeling her softness against me. Her backside rises slightly, her head raising with each of her own moans. I push into her lightly, teasing her with the tip, fully enjoying myself as I listen to her cries.

"Tell me," I pant, pulling the tip out before pushing back inside her pussy, repeating a few times, watching her wetness coat me and mix with my own. "Who do you belong to?" I ask, pushing a little deeper, my nails digging into her legs as I force myself to take things slow. I want to enjoy every second.

"You," she breathes.

I push deeper, slowly pulling back. "That's right." I slowly push myself inside her until I'm fully engulfed by that wet, tight, pretty little pussy. I lean against her back, gliding my tongue up her spine as she arches high, flexing around me, crying out softly. "You're mine ." I bite down on her shoulder hard before quickly releasing and grabbing the back of her neck, pinning her down as I unleash all control and pull back, slamming back into her. I claw my fingers down her back and hold her hips, bracing myself.

Growls, grunts, and moans come from my mouth as I pound her pussy with all my might, fucking her harder than ever before. I can't help myself; something has ignited inside me, a new craving—for her. I have to feed the hunger, desperate to fill it, unable to tame it.

My speed increases as the table slams against the floor, grinding with each powerful thrust. I can feel myself boiling near the edge, my body sweating and burning as I try to force it back. No, not yet .

"Turn me over," Blue rasps out through her shaking pants as she tries to look back at me.

"I don't want to stop," I grunt, and fuck, honestly I don't know if I can stop anyway.

"Turn me over. I need to see you." I struggle to stop fucking her, forcing myself to pull out of her despite how fucking amazing she feels. I moan, dropping from her body as I step back, doing as she asks. She adjusts herself, turning over, enjoying my fully-erect cock as I stand before her, impatiently waiting. She grins, parting her legs wide, beckoning me. "Good boy."

"I'll show you a good boy," I growl, rushing to her, my hand gripping her neck as she smiles. She wraps her legs around my waist, kicking me closer as I lightly push inside her, her gasp allowing me to place my thumb inside her mouth. I thrust deeper as my thumb moves further down her mouth. "Do you want a gentle good little boy who fucks you delicately, playing all nice? Or do you want me to be a bad boy? To fuck you like a man, knowing exactly how to make you come all over my cock. Tell me. Which do you want, Blue? A good boy, or a bad boy?"

My thumb moves back and forth, inching further. "Bad," she speaks, her lips wrapping around my finger, sucking it harshly.

"Then keep your mouth busy while I shove my cock so far up that pretty little pussy of yours, you'll see stars." Her button eyes flicker as I drive into her, fucking her hard again as she tightens her grip around my waist, sucking my thumb as if it was my cock.

Her body tightens around me, her back arching as she grips the leather, pulling against them, and I know she's about to come. "Oh no, you don't. I told you, your orgasms are mine to give, and the only way I'm letting you come is with my own." I grip her thighs and unleash a monstrous rage of emotions, my heart racing, pushing against my chest. I feel as though I can't breathe, the surge of building excitement drowning me as I look down at her face. She's reflecting exactly what I feel, almost mimicking my expression. God, she looks beautiful.

"Blue... " I choke on her name, leaning down against her body as I continue to fuck her, nearing the edge. "I—fuck?—"

"Firefly," she calls out, the two of us coming at the same time. We both cry out, almost screaming at the overwhelming climax as it rolls through our bodies. I slow my pace, watching her moan as she stares into my eyes, contracting around me. I slam my mouth to hers, kissing her fiercely, eating her breath as she ingests my own.

A strange feeling comes over me as I feel as though I'm about to cry. Fuck, I really have fallen in love her.

Havoc

"Silly Dolly and bug." I squash the skull of the dead man's face in, the pretty colors of his brains matching my nails. Pretty pink. "She sees all." I bend down, running my finger into the messy mess. One taste . My tongue stretches from my mouth, tasting the yummy brains. Tasty little lost soul.

"Havoc," pretty Charisma groans. "Do you always have to do that?" They motion to my bloody hand, inches from my mouth.

"Charisma should try brains once." I push my hand out, offering to their pretty little face. "Taste the brains!"

Charisma raises their hand, covering their mouth. "Not my style."

"Brains make Havoc smart. Boss could use them," I tease. Silly games. Silly boss— no brains and yet two heads.

"Boss really fucked the game up, playing with that toy." Sullen sneaks from the shadows, crouching down to see my masterpiece. "Let me guess, another lost soul?" he asks nicely. Such a nice demon. I nod profusely, licking the brains on my fingers. "Nice." He winks. Eyes of black. "Any idea where he is, Havoc?"

I crawl over the dead man's mess, my face so close to the devil, I could kiss him. But Havoc would never. Devil belongs to pretty Charisma, and Havoc doesn't like demons—or sharing. Unless it's a bloody orgy; then Havoc shares all the love. "Bug is buried inside his Dolly, playing his own messy games." I cock my head.

"Gross," Charisma groans.

"Dolly and bug are lost in the cloud of love ." I sing the word, seeing it spelled out in the air as something whispers in my ear. "Oh," I react, intrigued by whispers of a new game.

"What is it?" Sullen asks. Such a curious devil.

"Curiosity killed the cat you know, devil-boy!" I snap my teeth, scaring him as he falls onto his ass. I cackle, falling back, kicking my feet in the air. "Havoc got you!"

"Shut the fuck up, you clown," he grumbles.

"Havoc is a clown!" I shout, pointing to my pretty painted face. "See? Everybody loves clowns."

"Not me," he groans while standing.

My smile dims down. "Devil-boy loves no one except pretty Charisma, his skeleton beauty." I snap my head, seeing Charisma. "Havoc does not blame Sullen. Such pretty bones."

"What's this new game, Havoc?" Sullen asks, annoyed.

"Do minions want to play the deadly game? Dice, needles, and webs. All connected and tangled together." Charisma and Sullen look at one another, confused.

Sad. No one gets Havoc. No one sees what Havoc does. If they did, the games would be so much more exciting!

"No, minions can't play this game. Too many players. Too many pawns."

"Who's playing this game, Havoc?" Charisma asks. "Boss? The doll? Someone else?"

"Secret!" I shush them, glancing around. "No one can know. Only Havoc. Many players, many stakes." I look around as I crouch down. "Only one will win in the end; the rest will die. Havoc doesn't want minions to die." The two minions exchange terrified glances. "Minions best run and play their own silly games. Leave the big kids to do their jobs."

"There's nothing big about you, Havoc," Charisma snarks, flipping their pretty feathers.

I grin, sharp teeth shining. "Havoc has one big thing." One. Big. Thing .

"The itsy-bitsy spider went up to Nightmare land. Down came the moon and squashed the bugs all out," my words sing as I crawl back into the darkness. "Spiders, webs, nightmares, buttons, needles and bugs. Oh, the itsy-bitsy spider."