Page 10 of Redeeming Logan

“Come here, Taliah.” He motions for me to move towards the chair and I shake my head no. Tsking he picks up a knife from the tray between the chairs and puts it to the girls neck. “Now, now Taliah. You’ve been such a good girl, do you really want to ruin it now?” He eyes me expectantly.

I take a deep breath to calm myself and walk to the chair on wobbly legs. Plopping down on the soft leather I make myself comfortable, because I have a feeling he won’t be letting me up for a while. Logan circles me as he ties my limbs to the chair making me imobile. I tested my restraints hoping that he made a mistake, but sure enough he didn’t. Sinking back into the chair I await the horrors ahead. Logan picks up the knife again from the chair and walks over the girl in front of me. I finally have a chance to actually look her over and it seems that he hasn’t even done anything to her yet. She looks younger than I am, and that makes me a bit sad. Knowing that she has a whole life ahead of her and I know she won’t make it out of this room alive.

Logan trails the knife up the girl's thigh, slicing her skin wide open, the blood dripping out onto the floor beneath her. The pitter patter as it hits the concrete is hypnotizing along withthe ruby red color. Tilting my head I watch as the blood flows from her leg, completely ignoring her cries for help. Crimson blooms on her other thigh directing my attention as Logan drags the knife across her skin. Watching as the blood spills out and mingles with the rest dripping onto the floor.

My thighs shake with the need to rub them together, that weird sensation between them firing up. Logan makes several other cuts along the girl's body, each as deep as the previous. It looks like a massacre here with the amount of blood already littering her body and the floor. Her screams of pain make me feel something I’ve never felt before and I’m not sure how to take that. My body feels like it’s vibrating and the wetness between my legs grows. Logan looks over at me across the begging girl's body and smirks as he peers between my legs. I know there is a wet spot there and that makes a blush creep up to my cheeks.

“Do you like what you see little lamb?” He drags the blade across her breast, effectively slicing her nipple clean off. The blood squirts up like a small geyser towards the ceiling and her screams bounce around the room. I let out a small moan at the intense feeling deep down inside of me. “Your darkness is swimming to the surface, Taliah. I can see it in your eyes. Begging to be let out to play. Why don’t you be a good girl and reach out and grab it for me?”

Chapter Sixteen

Taliah

Ican’t help but lean into what Logan is asking of me. My thighs are drenched with my wetness, and my nipples are tingling with need. He runs the knife down the girl's stomach, splitting her open just enough to bleed her like a stuck pig. The moan that lets out of me as she screams for dear life makes Logan nearly drop the knife to the floor. I’m shaking in my restraints, my body buzzing with how turned on I am.

Logan comes towards me with the knife, and it makes my breath hitch. The blade dripping with blood as he runs it down my cheek, tapping my lower lip as he goes. My tongue peeks out and swipes the blood off the blade. The metallic taste makes the saliva pool in my mouth. Eyes rolling back in my head at the taste of the dying girl on my tongue. He reaches down and slices through the rope holding me hostage and tugs me up from the chair. Holding me in front of him, he leans down, and I can feel his warm breath in my ear.

“Oh little lamb, your darkness has come out to play with me, hasn’t it?” I nod my head as I sink back into his hold, relishing the feel of his body against mine. Feeling drunk from pleasure with the scent of the girl bleeding out in the air and her weak pleas tumbling from her lips. “I want you to take this knife, walk over to her, and show me that you’re ready to play.” He tucks the knife inside of my palm and gently pushes me forward. My feet move on their own accord as I make my way to the girl.

Her breathing is shallow, and her eyes are glassy from the blood lost. She rolls her head towards me and whimpers as she sees the knife in my hand. “No, please don’t.” Tilting my head, I consider her words. “You’re not like him. You can’t be a monster too.” As she begs, the pulse between my legs gets stronger, and it makes me swipe them together. Leaning over her, I take the knife to her other nipple, swiping it clean off her chest. It bounces from her body and goes rolling across the bloody floor before stopping at Logan’s feet. He claps his hands with approval as I admire the blood pouring from her breast. Reaching down, I place the knife between the girl's pussy lips and look up at her.

“Do you really think that I’m a monster?” I ask in a soft voice, peeking up at her through my lashes. She nods her head weakly as it lulls to the side and her breaths come out uneven. I swipe the knife up through her pussy, feeling the warm blood spray over me, soaking my sweater. Her body shakes as she takes her last breath; it rattles up through her lungs before her body goes still in the chair. The only sound in the room is my breathing and the droplets of blood hitting the floor. The click clack of Logan’s shoes sounds like a percussion band as he makes his way behind me. Grabbing me around my waist, his other hand going around my throat as he holds me tight against him.

“You’re not a little lamb after all, are you Taliah?” I shake my head in his grasp, him leaning down to run his tongue along the side of my face, lapping up the blood that was there. “You’re my little monster. The darkness has taken over, and it looks so fucking good on you. You’ve been so good for me, and good little monsters get rewards.” He lets me go and walks over to the medical chair, flinging the dead girl's legs wide open so there's an open space between them. He reaches over the chair and grabs my hands, helping me up into the space. Logan pushes down on my chest so my head is laying right up against her still warm and bloody pussy. Hair getting soaked in the blood that still pours from there. Logan makes his way over to the end of the chair and flings my legs over his shoulders.

Peering down at him, I watch as he takes the knife and cuts away my small shorts, leaving me bare before him. I reach down to cover myself, nervous that he’s seeing me like this. He grabs my hands and flings them away. “Don’t you ever cover up what’s mine or I will cut your hands from your body. Do you understand?” I nod my head frantically because I believe that he would in fact cut my hands from my body. Logan leans down, and his tongue touches me where no one else's has. The feeling is electrifying as pleasure bolts through my body.

Logan's thumbs spread my pussy lips for better access as he dives in like a starved man. Lapping up every drop of wetness that seeped out of me. His tongue laps at my clit making me moan as my thighs tremble around his head. The sensation of his finger slowly penetrating me makes me whimper. He pokes around before he stops and looks up at me, making me groan in frustration. “Fuck, you really are a virgin? I’ll let you keep your innocence today, but the next time I have you spread out for melike a buffet, I will take what ismine.” He growls the last word and then dives back in. His lips suctioning onto my clit, his tongue flicking it furiously. The sounds that are coming out of me are incoherent at this point. I reach down and thread my fingers through Logan’s hair, holding him against me as my hips move on their own accord. His tongue swipes my clit one last time, and I shatter underneath him.

Panting like I just ran a marathon, my vision going blurry around the edges. Trying to catch my breath after Logan flung me into a whole other dimension. I look up at him and his face is not reflecting what I thought it would. He’s closed off and his eyes are cold. I slowly get to my feet, legs still shaking from the onslaught of his tongue. He just stands there and stares at me almost like he can’t believe he just did that. Walking towards the door of the room, he flings it open and gestures for me to follow him. I tug at my sweater, pulling it down to cover me the best that I can. Logan walks me quickly down the hall to my room, unlocking the door and flinging it open for me. I step inside and turn around to look at him. He doesn’t even look back before he shuts the door in my face, not even saying a word.

Chapter Seventeen

Logan

“Fuck!” I scream out as I pound my fists on my closed bedroom door, leaning forward against the cool steel door. The heartbroken, look on Taliah’s face as I threw her in her room without a word about destroyed me. I almost threw my entire plan out the fucking window to hold her. Why does she have this effect on me? My heart hurts knowing thatI hurt her.I’ve never felt this sensation before, and I’m not really sure if I like it or not.

Pushing off of the door, I walk to my attached bathroom and strip out of my bloody clothes, tossing them into the corner for later me to deal with. The black tiles in my bathroom reflect my dark mood as I trudge to the shower and turn on the water. Steam starts to billow out of the shower stall. I step in and stand directly under the hot water as it beats down on me, washing all of the blood down the drain. I stare at the pinky-red swirls as they pool around my feet, reminding me of the color of Taliah’s hair as the blood soaked it.

The euphoric look on her face as she watched me butcher that girl was everything I’ve ever wanted. Knowing that her darkness matches mine is what makes my obsession with her grow by the second. The sound of her moans as I licked her delectable pussy still echos in my mind. Her sweet and musty taste is still coating my tongue. I slam my fist against the black shower wall as my cock starts to rise, reacting to the images of Taliah laid out before me. Her hard nipples poking through her sweater, hair clinging to her sweaty forehead as she withered underneath me.

Gripping my cock in my hand, I stroke it roughly as I replay the look on her face as she sliced the girl's nipple right off. Her eyes lit up with delight as she watched the blood spray from her chest. When she reached that knife down to that girl's pussy, I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. My breathing picked up as I stroked my cock, erupting all over the wall with the image of Taliah cutting the girl's pussy wide open. The blood drenching her, making her look like the prettiest little monster.

Finishing up in the shower, I wrap a fluffy black towel around my waist and step back into my room. Walking up to my desk in the corner, I flick on the monitors. A bloody Taliah comes into view as she sits on the floor by her closed door, her head tilted back, eyes staring at the ceiling. The frown that sits on her face makes me angry, but the only person to be angry at is myself. “I’m sorry, little monster.” I whisper for no one to hear, but myself.

Chapter Eighteen

Taliah

Idon’t understand that man. One minute he has me laid out for him like a meal, and the next he’s like an iceberg. Tossing me into my room half naked, and still covered in blood. It’s almost like he doesn’t want to give in. Like he’s scared to let himself have me. Which again, I don’t understand why. I’m almost certain he doesn’t have a line of women knocking down the door to be with him.

I slam my head back against the steel door behind me. I haven’t moved since he made me see stars then tossed me away like I was an inconvenience. Looking down at my body, a shiver travels up my spine at the amount of blood that is plastered over my body. Now dried down to my skin and flaking off in places. My sweater is heavy and sticks to my skin, making me itchy. The coppery scent of the blood is long gone, leaving me feeling empty. I make my way to my feet, watching as flakesof red drop from my legs and float to the floor. Scattering like macabre confetti.

Dragging myself into the bathroom, I flip on the light next to the vanity, bathing the room in a bright light. A bloody monster stares back at me in the mirror. Her once blonde hair is tinged a reddish pink, dark red splotches marr her face, and clumping her eyelashes. Tugging my sweater up over my head is a challenge as it sticks to my skin, not wanting to let go. I let the blood-soaked garment fall to the floor at my feet. The design left behind on my skin where the blood soaked through, mixing with the thick thread of the sweater, leaving thick lines over my stomach and chest. I run my fingers through the marks on my chest, flicking off dry flakes of blood, watching them fall to the floor around me. A smile tugs at my lips as I reminisce on how I got this bloody in the first place.

The screams from the girl were so beautiful, and I’m not sure if I should feel that way. I think I should be horrified by what I have done, but I’m not. Her tears falling from her eyes as she yelled for me to help her should not have turned me on like it did. My stomach rolls as I fight with my feelings on how I should feel about these events. I have always been a good girl, laying low, following the rules, and not wanting to risk stepping out of line. As much as I hated my parents, I didn’t want to risk being taken somewhere else. I guess now it doesn’t matter if I’m good or not; I’m stuck in this hell for the foreseeable future. The attention that Logan gives me here and there makes it a little more tolerable at least. I wonder if he’ll let himself have me, or if I’ll end up like that girl too.

Letting out a sigh I turn toward the shower, stepping in, and turning the water on to hot. The steam almost immediately fillsthe room, and I’m grateful that at least they didn’t skimp on a nice water heater here. Standing under the spray, I watch as the blood runs from my body in rivulets, pooling at my feet, before running down the drain. Admiring it dripping from my body just like it did that girl. I can still picture it in my mind when the blood squirted from her chest when I sliced her nipple off. My heart beat speeds up as the sound of her screams echos through my head, and the sight of the blood streaming from her body coats her skin. The tingle between my legs is back, and it makes me panic. I shouldnotfeel this way. I helped kill that girl, and I didn’t feel anything. At least not the things that Ishouldbe feeling.

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