Page 48 of Dollface

"No!" I shout, feeling desperation coursing through me as I tug at the chains. "I mean, yes, that was the initial plan but, Blue, you know me. You know my past—the things I've told you?—"

"It's pointless," she interrupts with a bitter laugh. "I should’ve known better than to trust the notorious Boogeyman. How foolish can I be? To think that anyone could love a pile of scraps like me."

"Stop it!" My voice breaks as I cry out, hoping she can hear the desperate plea in my tone. "Stop. You are not scraps! You are everything to me, Blue. For the first time ever in my existence, you made me feel like maybe,maybe, I could be more than just a monster. That I was worthy of being loved. You don’t just see my mask—you see me, therealme. You own my heart, and I need you to understand that. dollface, I should have told you before, but the timing was never right, and honestly, I hoped?—"

"Hoped what?" Her voice is full of anger and pain, and I can almost feel her slipping further away from me. "That I would just get over it? That I'm so desperate for your love, your attention, that I would ignore the flames burning me as I continue toward your light until it consumes me whole? Fuck you."

She spits out the words with venom, and all I can think about is finding her, touching her, making her believe that my love for her is real. Because without her, I will succumb to the darkness. She needs to understand; I’m but a mere glow in comparison to her radiant and brilliant beacon of light. My dim flicker pales in comparison to the warmth and brightness she emits, guiding and illuminating all those around her. I needed her to save me from myself.

“Dollface,” I breathe. “Baby, where are you? Can you hit something so I can find you behind the wall?” Even if all I can do is sit beside her, I will make it enough.

“I would, but I don’t see your face anywhere, and I’m saving up my energy to hit that.” I snort. I love her so much, and I hate that she’s so angry with me.

“I love you,” I try weakly, but all I get in return is silence, and it’s gut wrenching.

“Did you know?” she asks softly and I shiver at the feeling running over my thigh. Is... is that her touching my name, sewn into her leg?

“Know what?” I manage out as an almost growl rumbles in my chest at the aching burn I feel over my thigh. It’s as if she’s here , touching me herself, the sensation sending shockwaves to my cock.

“That the stitching would connect us?” she asks softly. “That you’d be able to travel here with it. Is that why you did it?”

“No!” I grunt out, hitting my head on the wall. “Blue, I had... fuck, what are you doing?” I pant as I feel my abdomen tightening. I feelherinserting my cock inside her, even though she’s not here. She’s not here, and I’m not touching myself, yet I feel as though I’m inside her and she’s wrapped around me.Oh, fuck.

“Seems like if I touch myself,” she whimpers softly, “you feel it. Interesting.”

“Blue,” I whimper at the sudden relief. She must’ve stopped, because I feel nothing but longing now. “Blue, baby, please?—”

“Did. You. Know?”

“I swear, I didn’t know. Sullen and Charisma only told me earlier, because I could smell the burnt popcorn and hear... Fuckkkk...” The sensation returns, “H-hear music.” I don’t want her to stop. “There, right fucking there—fucking damnit!” I shout when she stops again. “What do you want? You want me tobeg? You know I will. I will fucking lick the ground clean before you, Blue. Just tell me, what is it you want me to do?”

“You hurt me.” She states simply as I feel the pleasure slowly, so fucking slowly, starting to build again.

“I’m so sorry,” I rasp, my thighs literally shaking. “You have no idea how sorry I am, baby.”

“You don’t deserve a release.” She continues to tease me somehow, as if she’s right here in my lap. This connection between us is so intense, so unbearably taunting.

“You’re right.” Licking my lips, I stare up at the ceiling, filled with self-hate. “I-I don’t. I don’t deserve pleasure, a release. I don’t deserve you.”

“You said you loved me,” she struggles to say the words.

“I do. God, Blue. you have no idea how deep my love for you runs. You are in every fiber of my being.” I moan loudly as the pressure continues to build, the coil tightening at the base of my spine, ready to snap.

“You’re right.” Her voice is barely audible over my labored breaths. “I don’t, and I don’t know if I’d believe you if you told me.” She whimpers in pleasure, and fuck, I’m about to come– she’s about to come. I want to pour my heart and soul out and prove my love to her, but right now, I’m about to explode.

“I love you,” I pant, my body vibrating. “I love you, Blue. Fuck, I love you.” It’s all I can get out.

“I love you too,” she whimpers before releasing a cry. I follow her over the edge, my body coming alive as the most intense orgasm of my life washes over me. I feel myself coming, despite not even touching my dick. It’s almost too much, too intense. My own elation is drenched in hers, the two intertwined together. I look around as the cell seems to come alive with colors, as if we were in my basement, surrounded by my bugs.Is this what she sees when she orgasms?

Every nerve in my body is pulsating, with charge and all I want to do is hold her. Once we come down and the color returns to normal, I reach up and touch my chest where her name is stitched.

“Don’t,” she whispers harshly. “Don’t touch me.”

“Blue—”

“Rule number one.” She chokes on a sob. “Things may be a bit painful. If it becomes too much, tell you to stop.” I feel every ounce of her pain and emotions, engulfing my own. My heart is never going to recover from this.

“Baby,” I plead, tears falling freely. “That... I didn’t mean... The pain—”What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to do?

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