Page 20 of Little Psycho

Mr.Brown pats the bed, motioning for me to join him, but I have other plans in mind.

“Before I join you, do you mind giving me a tour?Your place is beautiful and pretty big; I don’t want to get lost in here,” I giggle, trying to play the part as best as I can.

“Good one,” Addy whispers, giving me a reassuring pat on the back.

“Of course, Doll,” he says flirtatiously, getting up from the bed.I can’t help but notice how built he is—every muscle on display with tattoos covering a large portion of the parts of his body he usually keeps hidden in a suit.

During the walk-through of his mansion, he holds my hand like it’s fucking normal for us, but I go with it, feeding his ego so I can get what I want.He shows me the top two floors, even the basement, and all of the exits without realizing what he’s doing—that he’s actually helping me plan my escape.When the tour is over, I notice a bar on our way back to the bedroom, and another idea strikes me.

“Mr.Brown, may I make myself a drink?”I don’t even recognize the voice coming out of me, but it appeases him, so I continue with it.

“Of course you can.Mind making me an old fashioned?If you know how, anyway.”He winks, leaning against the wall in the hallway, anxious to get to the bedroom so he can have his way with me.

“I know how to make one, so tell him yeah,” Addy whispers again, so I nod, biting my lip in a teasing manner as I look at him.

“Of course.Why don’t you go lay down and make yourself comfortable?I’ll be in to take care of you as soon as I make our drinks,” he growls before walking off.

As soon as he’s out of sight, I drop the smile and the act, looking for the strongest liquor he has.Finding a rare bottle of Everclear, I pour myself a generous glass, never even having it before.The first sip I take is horrendous, even harder trying to keep it down.The burn is so intense it makes my eyes water, but I push through and take another long sip while I get to work making his drink, discretely opening the capsules from my pocket and dumping them into the glass.Using a tiny black straw, I mix the powder into the liquor, stirring it until every last spec dissolves.

“I don’t know if this will work,” I mumble to Addy, my hands slightly shaking as I walk back into his bedroom with the liquor bottle and hand him his drink with a smile.

“Why thank you, Doll.”He accepts the drink and gently tugs me onto the bed beside him.

“Trust me,”Addy replies with a smirk, and I bite my lip anxiously as I watch Mr.Brown take a sip.

He drinks it down easily, his eyes never leaving mine, and it makes me shiver.I can feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I wait for his reaction.

“Got another?”he asks, handing me his glass to fill up again.

So I pour him another glass, a sense of dread lingering in my stomach as he eagerly drinks it down just as fast.

The pills mixed into it don’t take long to kick in, turning him into even more of a monster.Out of nowhere, he pushes me onto my back and climbs on top of me, lifting my legs onto his shoulders.I let him kiss me and grind on me, only because I knew it wasn't going to last long.

“You’re going to be a good little whore for me tonight, aren’t you?”He growls, glaring at me with a venomous look in his eyes.

“You’ll see soon enough, Mr.Brown.”I wink at him as his movements become more forceful and intense.

Grinding on me, his cock presses against my stomach as grunts of desire boom from his chest.He eventually kneels between my thighs, taking one of my legs off his shoulder and kissing his way up my calf.He licks the top of my foot, still refusing to take off my heels, obviously due to some sort of fetish or something.

“I’ve heard so much about you, Calista,” he grunts, grabbing my hand and placing it over his cock.“How tight your pussy is.How much you love fucking older men.How you’re such an obedient little slut who will let anyone do anything to you.”He looks at me, making me feel so ashamed, even though I haven’t had a choice.

I haven’t had control over my own life or decisions for as long as I can remember.Now pissed off, I lose the smile I was already faking, not giving a fuck anymore if it makes him mad.

“What are you waiting for?Start stroking my cock like a good girl—my good girl,” he demands, reaching under the pillow my head is on and pulling out a pistol, making my blood run like ice through my veins.“Don’t make me have to fuck your ass with my gun, Doll.”Evil flashes in his eyes for the first time all night, making me quickly push his pants down and start jerking him off.

Even though I do what I’m told, he lifts my dress over my ass and plunges his gun inside me anyway, causing a piercing scream to escape my lips and tears to run down my cheeks.He quickly captures my throat like Gunnar did and squeezes as tightly as he can, almost instantly cutting off my airflow.Of course, I begin to freak out, flailing wildly beneath him while still trying to push him off of me.But he puts his body weight on top of me, preventing me from moving.Each thrust of the gun is more brutal than the last, ripping the tight ring of muscle in my ass until I feel warm blood running down my legs.

“Now, Calista, kill him,” Addy orders, knowing there’s a chance that he could kill me right now by strangling me.

So it’s me or him.

But I can’t slide out from underneath his heavy body.So I manage to get my leg up between our bodies, breathing through the searing pain throbbing in my ass as the gun rips deeper inside of me.Aiming my sharp heel at his throat, I manage to deliver a forceful kick that plunges my heel into the center of his throat, causing blood to spurt out of the deep hole.I kick again, jabbing the heel into the side of his neck, hitting an artery, which prompts him to grab his throat in utter shock, blood oozing through his fingers.Within seconds, he collapses on the bed beside me, and I sit here and watch as his body goes limp and his eyes cloud with death.

The room is spinning from the drinks and adrenaline, but I push through, kneeling by the bed and grabbing his phone off the nightstand.I quickly turn it off, not wanting or needing any distractions, unable to rip my eyes off of his dead, bloody body.

I begin laughing, dancing manically around the bed, still wearing my blood soaked heels.

Addy gags him with his own tie, laughing as she becomes just as unhinged as me.“What now?”she asks, examining our work.

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