Page 94 of Deadmen's Queen

Iwoke up with a start, the darkness absolute, pressing against my eyelids even as they flickered open. My breath came out in shallow rasps, each one echoing too loudly in the eerie silence of the room. The coppery scent of blood was everywhere, not allowing me to pretend that I’d simply had a nightmare.

My body was leaden, every muscle screaming in protest as I tried to shift. The dried blood pulled at my skin, a painful reminder etched into my flesh. It itched, burned, but it was nothing compared to the dull throb between my legs or the stinging across my skin. I bit back a groan, afraid he would hear, but I needn’t have worried.

A dark shape moved through the bedroom, and I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing my legs apart.

“No, please,” I begged. “God, please. No more.”

“There will always be more,” he whispered. “Over and over again, until I am the only thought in your mind.” I whimpered as he shoved inside me. “Until you realise that I am your only God.”

I fought to contain my cries as pain laced through every nerve, sharp and unyielding like a thousand tiny needles. Warm blood leaked down the insides of my thighs, soaking into the bedding.

“Scream for me, Paige,” he urged. Eventually, I did.

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I awoke again, this time to blinding sunlight that filled the room, stabbing through my skull. I felt weak and shaky, and so nauseous. I lay there, breathing slowly, trying to calm my racing heart and to clear my head. I needed a wee desperately, but I hoped he might let me off the bed to use the bathroom. I might even get a chance to get away, if he’d uncuff me.

Thankfully the room was empty, but the plastic sheeting covered anything that might have given me a hint as to who my torturer was. His voice still nagged at me, just at the corner of my mind. I knew I’d heard it before, but with my head injury and whatever he’d given me the night before, I struggled to think clearly.

My eyes fell on the door, noticing the pink dressing gown and the blue velvet jacket I’d seen before, but then recognition sparked. The jacket. It was the one Amy had been wearing in the photo they’d shared when she went missing. The last thing she’d been seen wearing when she disappeared.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whimpered, struggling to keep it together. “Fuck…”

The door moved, swinging open and a tall figure appeared in the doorway. I blinked up at him and then relief swept through my broken body.

“David! David, thank God it’s you. Help me please.”

He moved closer and looked down at me on the bed, but he said nothing.

“David, it’s Paige. Please, please help me before that monster comes back. I think he killed Amy. That’s her jacket on the door.”

He didn’t look at the jacket, just stared down at me, a strange look on his face.

“She wasn’t special,” he said slowly.

“What? David, please. Can you see if you can find the keys for the cuffs?”

“She wasn’t special. Not like you were, Paige. But then they ruined you. They touched your skin and fucked your cunt and you weren’t special anymore. I couldn’t stop though, Paige. I loved you too much. Even after they defiled you.”

Oh fuck.

“David?” I whispered, my eyes wide with horror as I looked up at the man who’d chatted and laughed with me in the art room as I painted, who’d worried about my safety, who’d been my friend.

“It was you? You took Amy? You…”

“I missed you,” he said simply, reaching out to stroke my face, dirty with blood, sweat, and his dried cum. “You went away for the holidays and I wanted someone to keep me company. It was only for a couple of weeks.”

“What did you do with her?” I asked, icy terror creeping through my body.

He shrugged. “I fucked her. Over and over. With my cock, then with a knife.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out the knife from the night before and traced the point along the barely scabbed wounds he’d inflicted the night before. “Do you know, if you stab deep, and twist, it makes a hole deep enough to get your cock in?”

I turned my head vomiting over the side of the bed. It only brought up a little water, but I felt sick and my head spun. David acted like he hadn’t noticed.

“It feels so warm inside a girl’s body, all that heat and wetness sucking your cock inside. I made so many holes…” he looked down at me. “You have to miss the organs,” he explained. “Or they die too quickly.”

Tears streamed from my eyes, as sheer terror set in.

“It’s ok, Paige,” he said tenderly, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. “I know what I’m doing. I’ve had so much practice over the years, so I know how to keep you alive as long as I want.”

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