Page 22 of Painter's Obsession

"I won’t touch you tonight," I murmur, my voice low. "But this will be your new home, which means you belong to me."

My grip tightens, my hand moves faster. I need to feel something—anything—before I can move forward.

"You are my canvas," I continue, my voice growing rougher. "And as such, I will use you in whatever way I see fit."

I groan, my arousal building, the need to come threatening to overtake me. "Your blood will be my paint, and your body... my canvas."

The release comes suddenly, and I gasp, watching as my cum hits her face, slowly trailing down her nose and into her eye. She shuts them tight, trying to block it out, but I can’t help but revel in the moment.

Standing tall, I walk over, grab one of her legs and drag her to the spot I’ve chosen. For now, she remains alive—bait. But before the real game begins, I can indulge a little.

I let her go, moving toward the wall. Grabbing the black paint and a lock, I return to her. Kneeling down, I link the chain tothe collar around her neck, securing her in place. She’ll be my masterpiece.

I’ll paint her yet—her terror will be my brushstroke. I’m certain her blood will create a masterpiece like no other.

My feet move with practiced ease as I step down the aisle in front of her, the cart loaded with my painting supplies rolling silently behind me. I pause, kneeling in front of her with a knife in hand—a thin steel blade that gleams under the dim light, its shape reminiscent of a mini sword.

"I need two things from you," I say, my voice steady as I grab a fistful of her hair, forcing her to look at me. “Your pain.”

The knife glides lightly beneath her jaw. With a flick of my wrist, I slice across her skin—shallow enough to avoid killing her, but deep enough to draw the blood I crave.

"And your blood."

I rise, stepping back to grab a smaller canvas and thinner brushes, setting them up as the blood begins to pool beneath her. It isn’t enough to fully paint what I envision, but it will suffice for tonight.

Sitting beside her, I dip the brush into the crimson pool on the floor and begin to work. "You’re the first flower I’ve ever needed to keep from wilting."

The blood spreads across the canvas, and I let out a breath, lost in the beauty of it. "You’re important—this will be my best work yet." Her tears, mixing with the blood, create a watercolor effect that takes my breath away.

"Your blood paints beautifully," I mutter, almost breathless, as I spin the canvas around to show her the beginning stages—just the outline of her head.

"Rough, I know."

I turn the canvas back around and continue my work, dipping the brush into the blood-and-tears mixture. "But it’ll be sobeautiful. My mom used to say that painting wasn’t a talent, that I needed to learn more."

I glance over at her, smiling as she squeezes her eyes shut. One blink. Two. Three. Morse code.

"You want to talk?" I murmur, intrigued. "I like that. We can get to know each other."

I pause, studying her, then lean in slightly. "One blink for no. Two for yes."

She blinks twice, and I smile, dipping the brush back into the mixture.

"I bet I can guess what you want to know." I breathe out, turning my focus back to her. "I told you—I need you as bait. It was going to be you or a new mom. You seemed more... forgettable. Sorry."

Her eyes widen, the fear in them almost palpable.

"Yes," I continue, "I am going to hurt you. But after all, there’s beauty in pain."

Her blinking grows frantic, but I lose interest in the back-and-forth. I want to finish this before I need to sleep. Tomorrow is a big day.

Chapter Fourteen

Byron

The sound of my phone snaps me out of the trance. I glance at the screen—a late-night call from Linda. I ignore it. I don’t have the energy to deal with her, not tonight. What I need is sleep—to escape him, even if only for a few hours. But sleep doesn’t come. I toss and turn, his face haunting my dreams, his touch burning through my nightmares. There’s no escape.

Maybe I need to give in. Maybe I need to take what I want, fuck the consequences. Maybe then, I can find some goddamn peace.

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