Chapter Twelve

Taliah

T he warm sun streaming through the windows wakes me up early the next morning. I had the craziest dream last night, and I’m not too sure what to make of it just yet. I stretch out on my bed, and I feel an odd sensation between my thighs. I rub them together, feeling the slickness as my cheeks heat with embarrassment. Mind flickering to flashbacks of the dream that I had last night, which must be the culprit to my discomfort this morning.

“How does it feel to be the one strapped to my chair tonight, Taliah?” Logan says to me as he circles my naked body, eyes browsing my body like I’m a model in a playboy magazine. The glint of the knife in his hand catches my attention, shining sinisterly in the dim light of the room. “Look at you, pretty girl. Your body is shaking with the anticipation of what I’m going to do to you.” Running the knife up my inner thigh, he knicks me way too close for comfort. I look down and see the blood beading to the surface and spilling over onto my pale skin. Making a trail down my leg to the chair beneath.

“L-Logan, what are you doing?” I whisper as I watch the blood leak from the wound on my thigh. He reaches up and grips my chin in his hand, forcing me to look into his eyes. The usually dead look he has is replaced with a mischievous glitter flickering in his eyes as he smirks at me. Bringing the knife up to my cheek and slowly dragging it down, slicing my skin like butter, making me let out a pained hiss as my blood rushes to the surface.

“I’m giving you what you want, Taliah. I saw the way you looked when I had that other woman in this chair; you wished it was you. Didn’t you? You wanted to be the one under my knife. You wanted to receive the same pain and attention I fawned the other woman with.” I let out a gasp because he’s right. I hate that he’s right, and it makes me whimper. He lets go of my chin as he takes a step back from my body.

Logan stares at me with interest, making me squirm in my restraints. My heart is beating so fast that I fear it may give out; the blush in my cheeks has traveled down to my chest. Body burning up under his intense gaze and the lights in the room.

“Did you know that the color of your blush matches the color of your nipples? It’s the prettiest pink I think I’ve ever seen. I almost wonder if it matches the pink inside your pussy too.” He runs the tip of the knife over my right nipple, making it stand at attention. Goosebumps erupt all over my skin, even though I’m burning up. I’ve never had anyone look at me like this before. The knife knicks my nipple, making me let out a mix of a moan and a surprised gasp. Looking down, I see the blood trailing down my chest and pooling in my belly button. Logan runs the knife down my chest and stomach, leaving a razor thin line in its wake. Beads of blood decorate my skin, and it fascinates me so much that I don’t notice where he’s ended up until it’s too late.

The chill of the knife slips through my pussy lips, the blood coating it, making it slide through with ease. “Did you like it when I did this to that woman, Taliah? Did you enjoy watching her wither in pain as I sliced her open?” His inquiring gaze reaches mine as he grips my left thigh, pushing my legs open as much as the restraints will allow. My thighs are shaking with anticipation for what he plans to do with me. I can feel wetness pooling between my legs, and I look down confused to see that he hasn’t cut me yet. “Look at this pretty wet pussy; this really does turn you on, doesn’t it? Not knowing if I’ll kill you or not. The thrill of the unexpected.” Gripping my thigh tight in his hand, he stares me down before he swipes the knife quickly up through my lips, making me scream with pleasure and agony.

My skin heats up as I feel more liquid pool between my thighs at the memory of Logan slicing me open without a care in the world. It makes me gasp and my heart beats faster with the anxiety of what is happening to me. I’ve never felt like this before. My body is on fire, thighs trembling, and there is a tingle between my legs I’ve never felt before. Scrambling up from the bed, I rush to the bathroom, stripping out of my pajamas and flinging open the glass shower door. I adjust the water to a comfortable temperature and stand under it, trying to focus on the drops pelting my skin, but the tingling between my thighs is becoming way too much. Logan’s smirking face flashes through my mind, and all I can feel is his hands on my thighs. Or what I imagine them to feel like.

Taking a deep breath, I reach down between my legs, feeling the slick wetness coating my finger. Pulling my fingers out, tilting my head, I stare at the wetness like it’s a new discovery. Reaching back down, I explore this new uncharted territory. A finger brushing up against the little nub between my pussy lips, making me gasp at the sensation it gives. My whole body trembles under the water of the shower. Leaning up against the tiled wall, I circle the little bundle of nerves slowly; if I had known this felt this good, I would’ve done this sooner. The pulsing sensation in the nub gets more intense as I speed up my fingers, making moans spill from my lips. Thighs shaking so much I fear I may fall down, my other hand slaps the wall next to me, trying to keep me upright.

Breaths coming out choppy as lights explode behind my eyes. A small gush of liquid drips from my pussy as I grip the wall behind me, trying to catch my breath again. Black spots float around my vision as the tingling between my legs finally starts to subside. With shaking hands, I reach over to grab the shampoo and lather it in my hair, trying hard to regulate my breathing again. Finishing up in the shower, I turn off the water, grabbing a white fluffy towel from the rack beside the shower door. Drying off, then wrapping the towel around me, tucking the end under my armpit.

I turn to the large mirror in the bathroom, swiping the condensation away, and letting out a gasp at what I see. I don’t know what I expected to see, honestly. My hair is damp and limp as it lays around my shoulders, and there are purple bags under my eyes that I fear may actually be permanent. Freckles litter my face like a roadmap, and my cheeks are flushed. The flush travels down my neck and over my chest; it makes my thighs clench together as I remember what Logan said about it in my dream. I shake myself and walk out of the bathroom, letting out a scream as I see Logan sitting at the end of my bed waiting for me.