Page 13 of Repossess My Heart

“Could you maybe take off the mask? It’s just a little unsettling-“

“I’m here to gut you, not take final requests.” His voice is harsh like a growl. I bite down harder on my inner cheek to stop myself from asking why.

Oh right, I wasn’t scared enough to kill.

My head seems to be lagging behind my body. I tense as he picks a scalpel from the table, twisting it between his gloved fingers like a playing card adding to the pulse between my legs. So much skill and precision to the fluid movement, my core flutters. Forcing my eyes shut, away from what he’s doing, feels like a gargantuan task, but I manage anyway. Chastising myself for reacting this way.

“My pretty heart of yours is racing, sweetling.” He murmurs much softer than before. “Maybe you aren’t such a corpse after all.” When the cold metal makes contact with my flushed skin, my lips part, letting out soft pants. I wait for the pain, for the deep slice of blade, but it’s gentle. Ticklish even. My face tries to betray me, the edges of my lips quirking up for a moment before I tamper it down as he drags the dull back of the scalpel between the valley of my breasts, “You’re going to look even more beautiful when I’m holding my prize in my palm. Did you know it will continue to beat once I remove it? You see, what’s so special about a heart is that it doesn’t require a brain to work, or even a body.” The blade slips down the planes of my stomach before his weight settles against the table. My eyes snap open, meeting his as he leans into me, bracing his free hand on the table. Towering and swallowing my attention again.

The moment our eyes meet, he jerks away, refocusing on his musings. Using the blade to make tiny circles around my bellybutton. A hiss leaves me, my eyes darting down to see the thin line of blood already bubbling to the surface from where he’s cut me. Heat blooms in my core, the humiliating dampness of arousal leaking onto my ass.

Fucking do it already.

“What makes the heart such a valuable, intriguing organ is that it has its very own electrical system, so to speak, working independently of its host.” The line of pain leaves my belly button, traveling lower in a straight line before abruptly stopping. A gasp leaves my lips as his free hand brushes across my breast, his finger gracing my hardened nipple for a moment before settling on the jagged scar on my chest. “Given the opportunity, I would peel the flesh from the cunt that butchered you like this. It’s work even the crassest of butchers would shake their heads at. Quite a shock you survived at all.” With that he shoves away from me again, his words leaving me reeling. Judging by the sudden, agitated flow of his movements… him too. A garbled gasp clogs my throat as he presses the blade deeper into my stomach, dragging it towards the crux of my thighs, “Now beg, scream, cry, show me that beautiful fucking despair of yours sweetling.”

A yelp leaves my throat as he jerks up towards me, gripping my chin in a bruising hold as I wrench my eyes shut, the razor-sharp scalpel almost all but forgotten in his hand. I screw my face up, digging deep for something that’s not there. Only partly disturbed by my desire to make thisgoodfor him.

“What… what are you doing with your face?”

I force a mock shuddering breath through my lungs as he slips his hand down to my throat, teasing and prodding the badly bruised flesh there. “Shut up for a second. I’m trying to cry.”

He growls in frustration as he removes his hand from me, leaving me there panting and needing. Not for long. My lips part as he presses the scalpel against my throat. Holding it there as he rounds the table before he pauses, his blue eyes trained on the damp curls between my legs. Shame fills me as I turn my face abruptly away from him, not missing the way his skilled fingers shift the blade, just inches away from where I would’ve punctured my skin on it. A movement he seems unaware of. One I wish I was too.

What the fuck is happening right now?

“You’re the worst Repo Man ever, fucking hell just call someone that can get the job done.” I snap, embarrassment fueling my anger.

He doesn’t respond, but the scalpel leaves my throat as he jerks the mask from his head, leaving his white hair disheveled, “I might be able to wrench a reaction from you yet, sweetling. Tell me, has the idea of dying always turned you on? Your pretty little cunt is practically dripping.”

“Stop it.”

He smirks, tossing the blade back onto his cart before he flicks his wrist, dismissing the drone hovering silently above us. A cover flicks back over a large lens, almost like a blink.

“You were recording this.” I breathe out as his gloved finger paves a road of flame up my inner thigh.

“Of course. All of them.”

“So why stop now?”

“Some things are better for my eyes only sweetling.” He murmurs just as his finger drifts between my legs, teasing my slit. I watch him, my heart pounding as his blue eyes flash, a light somewhere in there making them glow unnaturally for a moment. “Do you have any idea how long I watched you since that first night? How long I’ve wanted to cut you open?”

“Then stop fucking around and do it.” The words trail off, dissolving into a grumble somewhere in the middle because his thumb found that bundle of need between my thighs making me arch off the table, my limbs jerking against the restraints.

“And leave you unsatisfied in death? Never.”

Nine

Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge

Above take me I can’t keep my eyes off her. She’s a mistake. Since the moment I saw her, she’s been one misstep after another, an irritating flesh vessel harboring the organ I came to collect, but fuck, she’s beautiful. The violet lights reflect and glisten on her soaked inner thighs, pooling on a metal table that’s seen many fluids, but none like this. The rich color of her cheeks deepened with her shame is the closest thing to emotion I’ve seen on her, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was two nicks shy of shedding everything that’d ever mattered to me just to taste her.

Oh, sweetling. What have you done to me? I'm supposed to kill you. I will kill you, but until that moment I’ll be utterly fucking obsessed.

“Tell me you want this.” I growl, meeting her empty eyes as they widen.

“You’re asking for my consent?” She gasps, her soft voice heavy.

Oh, sweetling.

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