Page 11 of Little Puppet

Inside of me is a ravenous monster thrilled with the prey in his grasp, but I’m also a skilled killer who knows that if you spook prey, its terror will ruin its meat.

So I must tread carefully.

Chapter 4

Imake my way to the room, all the hoops in my skin begging not to have my arm’s weight pulling against them. After crawling up four stairs on its edge to get inside, I crawl over the plush bed.

The room is beautifully decorated. The outside of the house looks menacing and dilapidated, but the inside is pristinely curated and cared for.

The bed is raised so far off the ground that you need to take the steps beside it to enter, and the mattress is thick and fluffy. The blankets are soft and inviting, the complete opposite of my captor.

“Now, while I gave you an easy first task, the second one was something most wouldn’t have allowed me to do. You surprise me, Grace,” he says as he enters the room, and his use of my name has fear lacing through me again, adrenaline following and easing some of the pain from my strings.

I swallow.

How does he know my name?

My brain doesn’t have time to work it out, however.

“Lie back.”

His words are stern and loud, and my stomach flips as I try my best. I can’t lay all the way flat because I don’t want to get my strings tangled up or have any of them pull on the sensitive piercings. Also, the wound in my belly still feels like it’ll rip open at any moment.

What I did in the living room, I did to survive, and it seems I’ve displeased him even though I did the best that I could.

Even as his words seem praiseful, the look in his icy eyes behind his mask is conflicted, scary, even.

“You’re going to be rewarded,” he announces, opening a drawer on the bedside table and grabbing something from it.

He holds a massive candy cane in his hand when he climbs onto the bed and sits on his hanches between my legs. My breathing speeds as I try to close my legs, but I’d have to lift them over him, and I know he wouldn’t allow it. I shift up on the pillows, and he shakes his head.

“Don’t start misbehaving now, or this will go worse than you can imagine.”

“Please, don’t,” I whimper, anxiety thrumming in every tissue in my body.

He cocks his head to the side. “You don’t want your reward?”

He shakes the otherwise clear candy cane in his hand,with its glistening red stripes gleaming in the candlelight as he does so.

I swallow.

I have a choice.

I fight him off, rip off these strings, and maybe get outside bare and alone. Or, I go along with this and give my mom time to find me.

“I—I want my reward,” I stammer.

He nods once. “That’s what I thought. Now, be a good puppet and come closer.”

I wiggle down the bed towards him.

“Lift your knees and spread your thighs for your master,” he orders, and I listen, tears trickling down my cheeks as I expose myself fully to him and his torture.

“Not everything in this house has to hurt, puppet. This life is what you make it,” he taunts as he finds my entrance with the silicone candy cane, fucking it inside me slowly at first.

I can keep myself grounded for the first few strokes, ignoring my bodily response to infiltration. That’s until he bends, lifts his mask again to expose his perfect lips, and sucks my clit.

“Fuck!” I cry, bucking upward, pleading with a roll of my hips for more.

---