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I leaned down and licked her sweaty neck before I sucked on her skin. I wanted a nice dark mark left on her. I sucked harder at the thought, causing her to moan. My cock was still hard, so I rocked in and out of her as I continued to suck on her hot skin.

I needed to fuck her pussy next. Her wet pussy. I smiled against her neck.

I was going to have so much fun with my little thief.

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I wandered around the aisles until I found the condoms and lube. I near enough dumped the whole lot into my basket. I pondered on the morning-after pill. I knew from this morning's fuck session I would have issues controlling myself. I walked to the cashier, who had a big smile on her face.

“Did you find everything you needed?”

“Not entirely. Can I get the morning-after pill for my girlfriend?”

She looked down at my basket and blushed. I had eight tubes of lube and four boxes of condoms.

“Umm—of course,” she said before turning towards the pharmacist.

I smirked at her discomfort.

My thoughts went back to Faye. I had left her naked, but I had taken the duct tape off her wrists. It had been a joy to watch my cum drip out of her freshly fucked asshole.

My dick began to swell up against my jeans at the thought.

I needed to get back home. She was locked up, but I had been uneasy leaving the house.

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I forced myself to put away all the shopping before seeing my little prisoner. It pissed me off at how much she preoccupied my brain. If I wasn't thinking about torturing her, I was thinking about fucking her senseless.

After dropping the bag from the pharmacy in my bedroom, I reached her door and unlocked the door. She wasn't on the bed.

I frowned before looking around the room until I realised the bed sheet and duvet cover had been stripped off. I ran into the room in a panic. The window was closed, so I rushed to the bathroom. The window was open, and I saw the bedding tied to the sink’s tap. I ran downstairs and checked around the house. There was no sign of her, only the sheets waving around in the wind at the window.

I smiled grimly.

Escaping me wasn't going to be that simple.

I walked around the perimeter of the metal fencing until I found her at the locked gate leading to the beach. She was lying half-naked with the white bed cover on her. I kneeled down to check her pulse. The electric shock could have caused some serious damage. Her skin was cold, but she had a strong pulse.

I noticed dried blood on her chin and lifted her hair out of the way. She had a nasty cut that just missed her eye, but it ran down her cheek. When I looked up at the fence, I saw the thin, protruding piece of metal wire sticking out. The cut was around three inches long but didn't look deep enough for stitches. Some glue would do. Even as I thought about repairing her, part of me loved seeing her skin sliced open. Peering under her skin. To see it cause her more pain and suffering.

I picked her up and glanced at the protruding metal to ensure there was no rust on it before carrying her back towards the house. Her windows were going to get nailed shut, and she would find herself punished again.

This was far better than writing any book. I could do anything I wanted, and no one could question me or stop me. Given a little more time, I would ensure she stopped anyone from looking for her. The thought gave me a shiver of excitement.

I was enjoying creating a reality from the depths of my depraved brain. This was far more exhilarating than creating useless fiction.

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I sat on the chair I had placed beside her bed, watching her as I stroked my cock. Looking at her lips sewn shut, I briefly closed my eyes as I remembered the excitement of piercing the needle through her soft skin.

My little thieving bitch.

I felt my precum coat my fingers, and I used it to wank myself faster. I couldn't wait to see her scarred face once I took the small pieces of tape off. The glue had been enough. I should have focused on getting my work from her, but this came first.

When a muffled moan came out of her mouth, my eyes flew open, and I tugged my cock harder when I saw the pain and shock in her expression. I gripped the black cup tighter as I felt my balls lurch.

Her eyes dropped down to my cock.

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