Page 56 of Little Puppet

I swallow as my heart rate speeds in my chest. Does he do this often? I thought I was the first one he’d kept, but what if I’m not? What if all those girls lived with him until he tired of them? What if this is all a sick game?

He lulls them into complacency by thinking they’re the ones who survived and got a new lease on life by his side; then, he kills them when they get too comfortable.

When he grabs my hand again, turning us to leave, I know he can feel the sweat in mine.

I can’t help it.

When he helped me in the tow truck this time, he pushed me over to the middle of the bench seat and set my papers beside me.

I look at the folder hard and long as he heads for his door. I’d gone along with it.

I’d fallen for each part of his game.

So much so that I can’t discern whether my feelings are real or contrived by the need to survive.

“Now, puppet, let’s go home, shall we?”

It’s not until much later, however, that I realize he’s not taking me back to the fucked up little Christmas farmhouse he had me holed up in.

We pull into the underground storage container lot, driving to the back as he parks the tow truck and takes a deep breath.

For a moment, all is still.

I’m still reeling to understand what’s going on with Cain and me and if he’s going to kill me in the end.

I feel as though I’ve been played, and I don’t know how to go forward.

On one hand, I can’t alert him that I know I’m not the first girl he’s kept. He’d surely kill me immediately and move on with his life as if it never happened. On the other hand, it’s going to be hard to go forward with the idea I’m being fucked with.

Or so I think.

His hand unbuttons my pants before sliding inside them beneath my panties. His cold fingers graze my clit,pressing in enough to make me open further and lean back against the seat.

“Now, I know this next bit will be a lot for you, Grace. I want you to remember your place and mine, though. Remember how you’re my good little puppet.”

His fingers work at an ungodly pace, and my belly burns as I grind against them.

“Remember how much you want to please me. How good it is when you’re behaved,” he whispers against my ear, and I turn my face into his.

Maybe it won’t be so hard after all, not with this blazing attraction between us.

“Cain, please,” I plead, forgetting every worry I had only two minutes ago.

“Please what, darling?” he teases, kissing me and stealing my train of thought.

“Please, I need to come.”

It’s like my body will never get enough of him. Like I could feed from him for hours and still be starving afterward.

“Say you’ll be my good girl, darling. Tell me you’ll be my perfect girl, and I’ll give you the fucking world.”

From the lips of a psychopath to the ear of the depraved puppet, he makes his promise, and I’m too weak to say no.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll be your good girl, Cain. Please!” He knows what he’s doing.

Only he can give me this. He commands every nerve-ending moment of pleasure I’ve ever had. He’s efficientlyerased every man that came before him. So he knows I’ll comply.

It’s all a sick, psychological game to him.

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