2. Him

2

HIM

E mily Shaw was…

Well, for as long as I decided to keep her alive, she was mine. The object of my obsession for the past ten years. All the planning, the hours dedicated to this moment, and I was holding on by a thread. Less than that. I was dangling over the precipice of hysteria and insanity. My rage threatening to tip me over one way, then the other.

Neither would do.

I couldn't let her ruin this for me. This was more than a means to an end. This was about taking back everything the little bitch had stolen from me. This was about degradation, control, ruining her. And it was about savoring every second of her beautiful destruction.

Because that's what it would be. I'd paint these walls in her blood. Mark her body with my cum and shatter her will to live along the way. She would beg me to end it, end her, and I'd refuse… until her pleas no longer brought me joy. Until the taste of her tears no longer stirred my cock to life. Until her cunt was nothing more than a gaping hole, her tight muscles loosened beyond repair.

Then my pretty little pet would be free game for all the monsters far worse than I was…

She was staring at me now, waiting to see what I thought about her offer. As if she had any bargaining chips left in this little game of ours. She didn't. There was only one way for this to end. But she still had hope, and I liked dangling it in front of her, just long enough to watch the devastation in her eyes when I ripped it away again.

"You want something from me? Fine." I grinned, chewing on the fabric of the breathable mouth covering. I could still taste her blood there. "But I want something from you first."

"I—what?"

I didn't answer her. Instead, I pulled the set of keys from my left pocket and approached the makeshift hospital bed, releasing her wrists. She watched my every movement, likely seeking out some sort of weak spot, leverage, an escape. There were none of those.

But Emily would figure that out soon enough.

Once I'd freed her arms, I stepped around the bottom rail and unburdened one of her ankles, yanking on the chain clasped around her second leg to allow her the illusion of a slightly longer leash. The metal clanked against the bedframe and scraped along the cement flooring before it was left to coil at her feet like a viper ready to strike. Which was fitting really.

"Knees," I barked the order. The half-life of the paralytic agent meant that I knew she could stand on shaky limbs at this point. She was only pretending otherwise. Attempting to hold all her cards close to her chest. When she didn't immediately comply, I added, "And I want to hear the thud of bone hitting concrete, or I'll break them." I pivoted to face her. "Your kneecaps, I mean. Curious as to what that feels like?"

Her eyes widened. My grin did the same.

"It's a trick question really. It depends on if it's a clean break… or more of a shattering of the bone and cartilage. Do you have a preference, Emily?"

She shook her head.

"Then. Why. The. Fuck. Aren't. You moving?" I ground out between clenched teeth.

She scrambled off the bed like the good little cunt she was before sinking to her knees in front of me. I tilted my head and watched her, my fingers gripping the ends of my belt and loosening the straps. I yanked the thin strip of leather free from my waist and dropped to my haunches so that I was at eye level. Slipped it around her pretty little neck and tugged it tight. Her reactionary whimper wasn't just music to my ears. It was a symphony, a series of well-practiced notes only I could hear as I threw my head back and tapped the tips of my fingers to the haunting tempo.

She wasn't broken yet. She was far from it. She was playing along. Calling my bluff. I knew as much. But it was the first step towards my pet's submission, and it wouldn't take long before her resolve was cracking and crumbling as easily as a fly between my fingertips. I'd pluck out her tiny little wings and watch her squirm. Then I'd toss her carcass aside and stomp it with the heel of my boot until what remained no longer resembled something tangible. Something… human.

"Please…"

The soft whimper had my neck snapping back in place as I glared down at the pathetic creature pawing at my feet and scuffing my shoes. She had more fight in her than this. I knew it. I just needed to force her to show it.

I tugged on the end of the belt, the makeshift garrote further constricting her airway and causing her wide, panicked eyes to shoot upwards. Then I raised to my full height, the fingers of my free hand nimbly dancing along the zipper of my black tactical pants before I reached inside to release my straining cock. Her pupils dilated as tears began to form on her lash line.

Are you scared, pet? Or turned the fuck on? Maybe a mixture of both? The two weren't mutually exclusive.

"Suck," I hissed, enjoying the way she tried to shuffle back on all fours, only to be halted by the snap of my wrist and the taut leather of her leash. "And if you even think about biting down, I'll knock your teeth out and force you to swallow them."