Page 55 of Ruining Vanessa

I don’t think I’ve ever found a woman this attractive before.

“She’s fucking trying to milk me,” Giulio mutters, but it’s not long before he stutters too, giving a low moan as he spills into her.

For a while, we’re all just breathing heavily. All the exercise—and Vanessa’s blood—have my own blood pumping, but I’m starting to notice just how cool it’s gotten.

Vanessa must be freezing.

Giulio pulls out of her and grabs a cloth from a nearby drawer, cleaning off his dick. “I’m gonna go take a nap. You can join me. Or not, I don’t care.”

I eye him warily. “What about Vanessa?”

She whimpers and tenses up, like she’s expecting even more torture.

“Whatever. You can leave her out here if you want.” He yawns and finishes putting his cock away. “Don’t wake me for at least an hour.”

Then he walks off, paying no more attention to either of us.

I look at her, and she grabs my wrist.

As terrified as she is, she whispers, “Please don’t leave me here alone.”

I blink at her, unsure of how to even react. I can’t remember a woman ever asking me not to leave her alone before. Well. Aside from the few dates I’d been on, but I hadn’t ever cut them up and come all over their faces before.

“Yeah,” I say after a pause. “I’ll clean you up.”

14

VANESSA

I don’t know what I was thinking when I asked Slayer not to leave me alone.

I should’ve been happy to be left alone, but it’s cold, and I’m bleeding, and I’m covered with cum, and I just want to curl up somewhere warm and cry.

There were moments where I’d thought he was going to be nice to me, but Giulio had always seemed to stoke that fire back up within Slayer and get him to keep going.

Is Giulio ever going to be finished punishing me?

“Give me a sec,” Slayer adds after a pause, grabbing the curved blade he’d set aside. I shudder at the sight of it, still dripping with my blood. He flashes me a smirk, but he doesn’t come closer to me with it.

I gingerly sit up on the table as he goes to clean it off, rubbing and polishing it clean like it’s a precious jewel and not a savage weapon. Once he tucks it away, he returns to me, scrutinizing me.

“Yeah, you’re going to drip blood all over the place if I let you walk inside,” he says, making a face. “Let’s avoid that. I don’t want to bandage you out here because I don’t want you to get an infection. I’ll carry you, and you just… try not to bleed on anything.”

Like I have any control of that.

I nod anyway, even though I don’t want to be carried—but then, the idea of walking when I’m feeling so unsteady and dizzy isn’t appealing either.

Slayer scoops me up into his arms, grunting with the effort. “Christ, I always forget how tall you are.”

“Sorry?” I mumble, not sure what he wants me to say.

He shrugs. “Just unwieldy, is all. I’ll try not to slam your head into a doorway.”

That’s not comforting at all, and I cling a little harder to him, trying to curl up and make myself smaller in his arms.

Slayer manages to get me inside with only a little trouble with the doorknob, and he takes me immediately into the bathroom. He sets me down on the tiled shower floor, and blood trickles from the cuts he’d made. His eyes are glued to the trailing blood, and I fidget uncomfortably under the scrutiny.

“Yeah,” he says a little hoarsely, like he’s talking to himself instead of me for a moment. “Let’s get this cleaned up.”

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