Page 18 of Whiteout

I drag her out of the back of the bar and walk the block down to the town's only trailer park. Her high-heeled boots click on the pavement as she struggles to keep up with my long strides. In the quiet of the trailer park, the buzz in my head grows louder. In my mind I can see Ivy, tied up on Kris's kitchen counter. The monster inside me starts to rage.

Tori's trailer is worn out and overused, just like her. Knowing exactly where I want her, I step inside, and lead Tori straight to the kitchen.

I shrug off my coat, pulling the rope out of the inside pocket before I toss it over a chair. Her eyes go wide, and for a moment, I think she might refuse. But then, she licks her lips, misunderstanding my intentions. "Oh, honey, you're kinkier than I thought."

"Strip," I order. Tori's eyes flickto the rope and back to me, but she obeys, slowly removing her clothes. My gaze rakes over her body, taking in her soft curves.

I push her toward the kitchen counter, ignoring her whimpers as her skin scrapes against the hard surface. I lift her up, sitting her ass down on the counter. After I bind her wrists with the rope, I secure them to the upper cabinet door just as I watched Kris do to Ivy.

I secure her ankles to the lower cabinets and when I step back, she looks like a mirror image of Ivy tied up in Kris's kitchen earlier.

I grip her throat with my hand. "You like this, don't you, slut?" It's not a question. Her eyes, wide with excitement and fear, tell me everything I need to know. She's mine to do with as I please. And she knows it.

I grab a knife from the sink. It's dirty, but what the hell do I care? It's about to get a whole lot dirtier. I see the fear in her eyes as she realizes what's about to happen. The thrill of it rushes through me, fueling the rage that's been building ever since I saw Ivy with Kris. Tori begins to shake her head, her eyes fixed on the knife in my hand.

I grab her face, squeezing her face between my fingers, shaking her head roughly. I force her to look me in the eyes.

"You don't getto tell me no. You asked for this, remember?"

"No, I didn't ask for any of this." She whines, her eyes now pleading, reflecting the moonlight streaming through the kitchen window. I walk back to my coat, my boots thudding on the dingy linoleum floor.

From my coat, I pull out my mask and a long, red wig, the same deep shade as Ivy's hair. I stuff the mask in my back pocket for now. Back at the counter, I place the wig on Tori's head, arranging it to mimic the way Ivy's hair falls around her face. With each touch, I can feel my need growing stronger. I need to punish her for what she did.

"That's better," I murmur, gently brushing the hair from her face. I run my fingers through the soft curls.

The blade glints in the dim light as I drag it lightly down her body, tracing the same path I'd watched Kris take down Ivy's body. The metal dances across her skin, leaving a faint, reddish line in its wake. I know she can feel it- the edge of the blade, the steel against her flesh. She has no idea who she's about to fuck.

I pull my brown leather mask from my back pocket and pull it over myhead. Tori's eyes widen in recognition. When she starts to cry, I grab a dish towel, shoving it into her mouth to muffle her pitiful sobs.

"Shut the fuck up." Spittle flies from my lips as I lean in close. "You wanted to be bad. You asked for it rough. You wanted to be owned. Marked. Dominated. I'll show you what it feels like to be owned. Only good girls get rewards, bad girls get punished. And you've been so fucking bad."

I fist a handful of her hair, snapping her head back. "Haven't you!" I scream in her face. "You betrayed me!"

I know she can see the madness inside of me, and it only excites me more. My body hums as I bring the blade to her soft belly. Slowly, I press the tip into her flesh, and I begin my work.

Her muffled scream vibrates against my hand as I cover her mouth, the vibrations sending pleasure surging through me. I feel her sobs, her body shaking with them. She can try to beg all she wants, but I don't give a fuck. She brought this on herself.

"I'm giving you what you wanted. You begged for this. You wanted to be marked."

I use my body tohold her tightly against the cabinet. Slowly, I bring the knife back to her skin. This time, I press deeper, wanting to leave a mark that will last.

"Fuuuck." I curse as I watch the knife slice across her skin. My cock strains against my jeans. My body craving the release that comes with the kill.

"You should see your face, the fear in your eyes. It's so fucking beautiful." With each word, I slide the knife across her skin, leaving trails of crimson.

When I'm finished, I drag the blade up her cheek, collecting her tears as they run down her face. I lick the blade of my knife as I admire the work of art before me. The taste of her salty tears mixing with the metallic tang of blood on my tongue is almost enough to make me come.

It's a goddamn masterpiece.Her body strung up like wild game waiting to be gutted. 'WHORE' carved into her stomach, shining bright red like a glowing neon brand of shame.It's beautiful.

"Perfect," I whisper, tracing the marks with my finger lightly.

I unbutton my jeans and pull the zipper down. I pull my cock out, placing the knife on the counter within reach. I graze my fingers over the peaks of hertits, dragging my nails down her soft flesh, scratching her with my fingernails. I position myself between her legs, stroking myself. My hand tightens around her throat as I thrust into her.

"I know exactly what you are. You're a filthy whore who'll spread her legs for anyone. You'll let anyone fuck you, won't you?"

When I bite her ear, she lets out a muffled scream, her body shaking uncontrollably. I can feel myself getting closer. There's so much fear in her eyes; it's intoxicating.The perfect little plaything.

I continue to fuck her through her sobs, rough and hard.Music to my fucking ears.My knuckles turn white as I grip her thighs for leverage. I'm about to come when images of Ivy being fucked by Kris flash in my mind and my hands tighten around her throat.

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