Page 197 of Bad for Me

“You know, you’re awfully loud,” I remark, waving his severed penis in the air like a trophy. “Good little boys keep their mouths shut. Sin, could you help me out?”

Sinister forces Thom to his knees and squeezes the sides of his jaw, making him open his mouth. Thom glares at me, his eyes filled with hatred. I giggle and stuff his dick in his mouth, pressing it down into his throat. Sin snaps Thom’s chin up and holds his mouth closed.

“You know, I don’t like the way he’s looking at me, Sin. Maybe he should be as blind as the mice too.” Thom tries to shake his head, but Sinister’s hands tighten their grip on him. Knowing the serum Sin gave him won’t allow him to lose consciousness makes this all the better.

I don’t have long before he suffocates on his dick, though, so I work fast, slashing an X over each eye. Gurgled noises sound in his throat, and his whole body trembles before he gives up the fight. Sinister releases his body and steps over him, pulling me into his side. He drops a kiss on my forehead and whispers, “Four down, little bird.”

After resetting the clock and pulling the panels back, I tap my brother on the shoulder. “Sin, I’m bored. This maze thing just isn’t doing it for me. Can we switch it up a little?”

“Read my mind, little stalker.” Sinister strides over to a panel and switches off the blue lights and scoreboard. The warehouse plunges into darkness, and Chris cuts off his endless complaints. Thank fuck.

Strobe lights click on, blue and purple pulses of light that illuminate then shadow the room. The demonic and eerie notes of Khanate’s “Commuted” fill the room, causing a sliver of apprehension to slither down my spine.

Chris struggles in his chains as his body lowers down the wall, and he kicks out at Sinister when he walks toward him with a syringe in his hand. Sinister punches him in the face and injects it before grabbing his chin. “I can end this now. Tell me where Richard Norris is, and I’ll kill you quickly. No torture, no pain.”

Chris sobs and shakes his head. “I don’t know,” he blubbers. “Last I heard, he was in Chicago. He left Arcadia years ago.”

Sinister cocks his head and tuts. “Well, now, that’s a shame.” He unclips Chris’s hands and shoves him away. “I suggest you start running.” I lick my lips and lean down to pick up Barbie. She hasn’t seen enough action today and deserves to wet her thirst. Chris stumbles away, then turns and runs around the side of the maze.

Sinister and I exchange glances. He jerks his head toward Chris’s pasty naked ass disappearing around the corner. “Ladies first.”

I laugh and drop a curtsy. “Thank you, kind sir.” The music sets fire to my blood, and the anticipation of the hunt sets my feet in motion. Barbie swings back and forth as I stalk my prey, humming along with the song as I go. Glancing over my shoulder, I notice Sinister ducking into a tunnel.

That man is perfect for me. He accepts me just as I am, both Wren and Dolly. He makes me feel things other than anger and has given me back parts of myself I thought were lost. The thought of spending forever at his side both thrills and terrifies me. He’s wormed his way into my heart, blowing apart my defenses and setting up home there.

I wouldn’t survive his loss. Not a second time.

Up ahead, the strobe lights flash over Chris’s huddled body as he peers around the corner of the maze. I bite my lip to keep from laughing and tiptoe up behind him. Barbie slashes through the air, her blades twinkling blue and purple as she lands at the base of his spine, tearing into his flesh and making it rain blood.

I dance away and push through a hidden door into the tunnels, leaving Chris howling behind. A hand wraps around my mouth, and I’m yanked against a hard chest. “You’re so fucking perfect, little stalker. Watching you spill blood makes my dick hard.” A shiver runs down my body when he takes Barbie from my hand and drops her to the floor. He flips my dress up with one hand, while the other moves off my mouth and cups my neck.

He pushes inside me with a hard thrust, making me moan. “Fuck me like you mean it, Sin.” He chuckles and pushes my back down before fucking me so hard my teeth rattle. I reach out to hold on to the wall, my body jerking with each thrust. “You better make me come this time.”

“Do you think you’ve earned it?”

“Yes?”

His hand tightens around my throat, and he pulls back before slamming into me. “Touch your clit and make yourself come while I fuck this pretty pussy,” he says, and I waste no time obeying. He left me wet and unsatisfied earlier, so I’m not risking him changing his mind.

I slide my hand under my dress and fondle his balls, making him curse. I giggle and move up to my clit, soft moans spilling from my lips as I circle the small bud.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, I can feel your walls clenching around me. So fucking good.” I clamp down around him and shout his name as I come. “Yes, yes, yes,” he hisses. His hand tightens more around my neck, cutting off my air flow as he stills, coming deep inside me.

He pulls me up and bites into the base of my neck. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark. He pulls out of me with an obscenely wet noise and runs a hand over the bite mark.

“I’m going to tattoo this into your skin so everyone knows you’re mine,” he says before flipping my dress down.

I spin around, lean up on my toes, and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Or, you could use a more traditional method,” I say.

He raises a brow. “What would that be?”

“You could put a ring on it,” I reply, scooping up Barbie and skipping away. Sinister barks a laugh, but I ignore him and keep going. Chris is waiting, and it’s time to put him out of his misery.

Stalking through the warehouse, my head swivels back and forth as I hunt for my prey. The music switches to Haxan Cloak’s “Mist,” the dark base and eerie yips driving me forward.

Chris dives from behind a wall and rams into me, knocking me down. “Die, cunt,” he grits out, kicking me in the side. But I’m not unfamiliar with pain and abuse, so I brush it off and crab-crawl backward, dragging Barbie with me.

“You just fucked up,” I say as I pull myself to my feet. “My brother doesn’t like it when other men touch me.”

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