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Quickly washing my hair twice, before I roughly scrub my body with the exfoliating mitt attached to the wall. Scrubbing my skin, making sure all traces of blood have washed down the drain. My skin turning bright red from the assault. Turning off the shower, I step out and grab a fluffy white towel from the rack. Harshly drying my skin and hair before throwing on the robe behind the back of the door. I yank a brush through my hair, working the knots out, before finally exiting the bathroom. Moving towards the closet, I pull out a black t-shirt nightgown and toss it over my body. It’s too big and hangs off one of my shoulders. Sulking as I make my way over to the window seat, wrapping a fluffy blanket around my shoulders, looking out at the night covered yard surrounding the institute.

As I watch the trees sway in the breeze, I see a flicker of movement on the edge of the yard. A dark figure jogging around the perimeter of the yard, careful to stay outside of the trees. They're wearing all black, and I almost missed them if it wasn’t for the reflection strip on their tennis shoes. I continue to watch them as they make their way around, and then they stop underthe street light below my window. They stand there staring up at me, their black hoodie hiding their face, making a weird feeling erupt inside of me. The figure reaches up and pulls their hoodie back, revealing their face to me.

Logan stares up at me, a frown imprinted into his perfect face. His eyes, usually hard, are filled with something else, sadness reflected in them. We look at each other, waiting for the other one to do something, to break the trance, but I refuse to be the one who gives in this time. Logan shakes his head and then jogs up the steps to the institute, disappearing from view.

Chapter Nineteen

Taliah

It’s been three days since I saw Logan last. He hasn’t even been delivering my meals, making Mr. Pickett deliver them to me through the small slot in my door. Three times a day he pounds on my door and shoves the food through, not even caring if I’m there to catch it or not. I learned that the first day he did it, the sandwich tumbling to the floor and the glass of water spilling all over the carpet. From then on, I make sure to run and catch the food as he tosses it in.

It’s been too quiet. I usually like the quiet, but not here. I’ve been spending way too much time with my thoughts and it’s been taking a toll on me. I turn the TV on several times a day, hoping I can catch a glimpse of Logan, but it’s been static for days. I’ve never been depressed before, but lately I’ve been feeling so empty. Numb. Needing something, orsomeone.My skin itches to be touched by his rough hands; whether it's painful or loving, I don’t care. I’m tired of being ignored.Tired of being cooped up in this room like a scolded child. I huff getting up from my bed and walking into the bathroom. I need to make him notice me again. I ruffle through the cabinets under the sink, only finding miscellaneous makeup items and hair ties. Slamming the last drawer closed, I fall back onto my butt on the floor, kicking the vanity with my heel in frustration. Then I hear it. A little tinkle of a sound as something falls inside of the vanity. I rip the drawers out of their spots, stacking them on top of each other on the floor. Peering down into the dark depths of the opening, I see a small silver rectangle reflecting the little light that has been let in from the bathroom.

Reaching my hand down and grabbing it out of the dusty depths of the cabinet, I pull it out and let in a sharp breath as it knicks my finger. Holding up the small razor blade under the light, watching it reflect the light back at me, with a drop of blood dripping from the tip where it knicked my finger. Putting my cut finger into my mouth, I suck the blood off, relishing the metallic taste as it covers my tongue. A smile spreads over my face as the best idea I’ve ever had comes to me. If Logan won’t willingly come to me, then I’ll just have to give him a reason to do it.

Exiting the bathroom I head over to my bed. Laying the razor blade on the bedside table as I tug my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. My leggings and underwear are next; all of my clothes lay in a pile at the side of my bed. Climbing into the bed, I position myself upon the pillows directly in the middle. In perfect view of the TV on the wall in front of the bed. Grabbing the razor blade and remote from the bedside table, I turn the TV on being met with static again. Tossing the remote onto the comforter next to me, I grip the blade in my hand and take a deep breath, praying to anyone who will listen that this works.I drag the blade down my arm, hissing as it slices through my skin like butter, leaving a trail of blood bubbling up from the surface. I do the same to my other arm, watching as it slowly flows from the cut I made. I didn’t go deep enough to bleed out; killing myself is not the goal here.

Peeking up at the TV, it still shows the static. I turn up the volume, drowning out the silence in the room with the sound of the static. Dragging the blade over my stomach, letting out a gasp when the blood seeps out from the cut, and smiling as I watch it flow over the side and drip onto the white comforter below me. I make a few more cuts onto my stomach, getting nervous that my plan isn’t going to work, before I call it quits, the static emanating in the room ends.

Jerking my head up, I see Logan’s face staring at my naked body from the screen. Looking him in the eyes, I slide the sharp blade down my right thigh, letting out a low moan as I go. His eyes are now focused on the blood falling from the cut on my leg, I run my fingers through the blood, gliding against my skin effortlessly as I grab my breast, kneading it in my palm. Making another cut on my hip, I hear him growl through the TV.

“What are you doing, Taliah?” He says in that deep voice, silky and smooth. I don’t answer him. Just smile and keep my eyes on his as I drag the blade over the top of my left breast, deeper than the rest, moaning at the stinging feeling. “Does it feel good? The feeling of the blade slicing through your skin like silk?” The sound of his voice makes wetness pool between my legs, as I slide them together to try to relieve the tingling sensation there. Dragging the blade across my pelvis, the sensation making my back arch off the bed as the warm blood flows down to my pussy. “That’s agood girl, Taliah.” Logan growls before the TV goes blank, leaving static to echo through the room again.

A frown spreads across my face as my heart drops, leaving my hands trembling with the rejection of him leaving. My body is shaking in the cool air as tears start to pool in my eyes. Before a tear can fall, the door to my room opens, slamming against the wall to my room. Logan enters, kicking the door closed behind him. His long legs are eating up the space between us as he stands beside the bed, looking down at me with a fire in his eyes. He leans over my body, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV before he grabs the razor from my trembling hand. Holding it up in front of him, he brings it to his mouth, his tongue slipping out and licking the blade, my blood covering his bottom lip. He lets out a low groan at the taste of me, before climbing onto the bed next to me.

Looking at me, he takes the blade and positions it above my left thigh, waiting for me to say something. I nod my head, giving him permission to continue, but he shakes his head like that’s not what he wants. “Do it, please, Logan.” I whisper. Before the last word leaves my lips, he brings the sharp edge down across my thigh. Eliciting a moan from my lips as he drags it deeper, warm blood flowing from the cut. His fingers slide through it, painting my untouched skin with the deep red color. Logan reaches up and sucks my blood from his fingers. The act is so vile and depraved it makes more wetness pool between my thighs.

Logan drags the blade under my left breast, making me arch my back up towards the ceiling, his hand gripping my breast, and tweaking the nipple roughly. “I tried to stay away from you.” He mutters as he tugs on my nipple, making a gasp float from my lips. He brings the blade to my left hip and runs it acrossit, making me shiver with need. “But you don’t want me to stay away, do you, Taliah?” I shake my head roughly as he makes another cut on my stomach. He reaches up with his bloody hand, gripping my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Tell me, Little Monster, tell me what’s floating through that pretty head of yours.”

“I want you, Logan. I need you. I’m so numb without you. Make me bleed. Hurt me. Destroy me. Whatever you want, just keep me. Let me be your perfect little monster.” I let out in a rush as tears pool in my eyes. My stomach rolls again with fear as I wait for him to say something. But he doesn’t say anything. He grips my chin so tight I think it may crack, and then it’s like what I said to him finally clicks in his brain. He leans down and slams his mouth against mine. Capturing my lips under his in a harsh kiss full of tongue and teeth. He climbs over top of me, his hard body smashing mine into the bed as he steals my breath away. The feel of his rough clothes irritating the cuts littering my body. His knee comes up between my thighs, spreading them apart. I roll my hips over his thigh, seeking friction, and he chuckles.

“Is my little monster needy?” He looks down, seeing the wet spot bloom over his thigh. Looking at my pussy lips shining under the lights of the room, mixed with blood and arousal. “Look at that pretty pussy, all wet and ready for me.” He kisses me roughly before crawling down my body, spreading my thighs apart, and positioning his body between them. “Do you remember what I told you the last time I had you spread out for me?” A breathy gasp leaves my lips as he stares me down with fire in his eyes. “I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy tonight, Taliah.” He says with a possessive growl.

Chapter Twenty

Taliah

Ifeel like I can’t breathe. My heart feels like it’s going to beat right through my ribcage. There’s no way I heard him right, but the way his tongue is lapping at my pussy right now makes me think I did hear him right. A moan escapes through my lips as he sucks my clit into his mouth. The pressure makes me arch my back and squeeze his head between my thighs. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers in his silky hair and tug him closer to me. The growl that rumbles through him vibrates my pussy in the most delicious way. His fingers holding my thighs tight in his grip, leaving bruises in his wake.

Once I feel the intense tingling sensation between my legs, and rushing up the base of my spine, he pushes away from me, sitting back on his heels before me. Letting out a groan from the loss as I watch him rip his dress shirt open. Buttons flying across my room at the force. He tosses it on the floor, before pushing up off the bed to stand on the plush carpet. Keeping his eyes onme, he undoes his belt, the clink of the metal sending a shiver through me. He kicks his dress slacks and boxers off, standing in front of me naked like some greek god. His abs are chiseled to perfection, and the black ink traveling along his sides and torso makes me want to follow it with my tongue. But what makes me catch my breath, and my eyes bug out of my head is his cock. His hand is wrapped around the hard length of it, jutting out from his pelvis with a slight curve at the end. A metal piercing shines from the very tip of it in the lights of the room. Logan smirks as he watches me ogle him like a blushing virgin. He crawls back onto the bed and slowly prowls toward me, and in a panic I pull my legs closed, because I know this man is about to break me.

His eyes harden as he rushes towards me, gripping my neck in one hand as he holds his naked body above me with the other. His hard cock digging into my belly, making my insides squirm. He leans down to my ear to speak, “Are you going to be a good girl for me, Taliah? Or are you going to make me fight for it? Either way, this is going to end with my cock buried deep inside of you.” His warm tongue runs the length of my neck as he waits for me to respond, but all I can muster is a small nod. “Relax, Little Monster, let me show you just how good it feels to live in the darkness with me.” The demand instantly makes my body relax, my thighs falling open to lay beside his hips, allowing him to settle them between mine. “Good girl.” Logan growls before wrenching my head up with the hand around my neck so he can claim my lips in a brutal kiss.

Logan settles his body fully on mine, the weight making me feel safe. He runs his other hand down my side, goosebumps erupting in its wake, reaching between my legs, he rubs my clit in small circles. The wetness makes his movements smooth andtantalizing. He leans down and takes my erect nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, then biting down. A scream of ecstasy leaves my lips from the pain he inflicted. Leaning back up, he captures my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard, and I can taste the metallic tang of blood as he pulls away. His cock nudges my entrance, making me gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders, eliciting a hiss from his mouth.

His hold on my neck tightens, cutting off my breathing as he simultaneously bites down on my neck so hard I know I will have a mark, and his cock plunges into me all the way to the hilt. A garbled scream rushes out of me as the pain engulfs me. My pussy trying to stretch to accommodate him as I struggle to breathe with Logan’s grasp on my neck. Tears spring to my eyes, slowly trailing down my cheeks. Logan releases his grip on my neck as he leans down and laps up the salty tears from my skin. He still hasn’t moved, allowing me this grace to adjust to his size, but the lack of movement is slowly driving me crazy. “P-please Logan.” I whimper, causing him to growl and move his hips. The pain between my legs ebbs and flows as he moves. His pace picks up speed as the pain turns into pleasure, which has me panting and moaning his name. “That’s my girl; look at you taking my cock so well, Taliah. That greedy little pussy just can’t get enough of me, can it?”

Logan’s thrusts become brutal, and I’ve completely lost control of my voice at this point. The sounds coming out of me are unintelligible. My legs involuntarily wrap around his hips as he fucks me mercilessly into the bed. His hand snakes down between us to flick my clit which makes sparks fly behind my eyelids. He’s saying something to me, but I’m so lost in the feeling of him that I can’t understand him.He grips my neck in one of his hands, and slaps my cheek with the other, shocking me enough that my eyes fly open and find his. “Look at me when you come, Little Monster! I want to watch you break apart underneath me.”

His grip on my neck tightens and my vision goes fuzzy around the edges, but I keep my eyes on Logan all the same. His thrusts become harder, and as he pinches my clit between his fingers, I fall apart. Stars burst behind my eyes, and all I see is Logan’s lust-filled eyes staring back at me. Logan’s movements start to stutter, and the next second I feel a warmth coating the inside of my pussy. My head starts to feel heavy as my vision continues to blur, Logan’s grip around my neck never letting up. The last thing I see is something different flicker across Logan’s gaze that I just can’t place, and his ragged breathing in my ears before my vision goes black.

Chapter Twenty-One

Logan

Iwatch as the light leaves Taliah’s eyes and her breathing slows to a crawl. Letting go of her neck, I sit back on my haunches and admire her naked body. Bruises from my hand blooming on her neck, and the cuts littering her body. She really is the perfect masterpiece. The purples, blues, and reds sticking out on her pale skin like a neon sign. It’s hard for me to tear my eyes away from her, but I notice that several of the cuts are still bleeding. Chalking that up to why she passed out, and not just because I lost control while I was lost in her. Hopping down from the bed, I trek into her bathroom and root through the cabinets, looking for the first aid kit under the sink. Snagging it, I toss it onto the white marble countertop, and take a look at myself in the mirror.

Streaks of blood mar my skin, mingling with the black wisps of my tattoos. My cock and pelvis are smeared with her innocence and both of our release, glistening in the light of the bathroom,and that brings a smile to my face. Running my fingers over my still hard cock, swiping up the juices that coat it, I pop my fingers in my mouth. A deep moan rattles my chest at the taste. A delicious combination of metallic and sweetness assaults my taste buds, and lust filled haze coats my vision. Forgetting all about the first aid kit, I head back into the bedroom quickly. Crawling onto the bed and wrenching Taliah’s thighs open.

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