Page 22 of Sweet Misery

She let out a pitiful mewl before soft words left her mouth.

“Morning.”

I smiled at that.

“I heard you had a good night,” I said, releasing her hair. “Sit up.”

She carefully sat up and moved to the edge of the bed before she went to her knees in front of me.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” I asked, grabbing a chair and moving it so I was sitting in front of her.

She visibly swallowed and shook her head at me as she tightened her torn shirt around herself. It left little to the imagination.

“Did you come, little daffodil?”

She sniffled and nodded, still not looking at me.

“Did it feel good?”

“Please,” she whispered. “No. I-I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why not?” I reached out and tilted her head up. I was met with her bloodshot eyes and more tears.

“He hurt me.”

“Mm.” I nodded. “Well, that was bound to happen. Someone was going to do it. May as well be the boy who you knew as opposed to the monsters you don’t. Right?”

She said nothing as she stared back at me.

“Well, I brought you food and drink since you took his big cock so good last night. You’re being rewarded for being such a good girl.” I grabbed the food and offered it to her. Gingerly, she reached out and took it from me.

“Eat,” I said softly. “I didn’t poison it. Today.”

Her eyes widened at my words.

I nodded to the bowl in her hands. Quickly, she scarfed it all down, impressing me. I handed her the water next and she was quick to guzzle it.

A bit of water dripped from her lips, and her tongue darted out to catch it. My cock ached in my pants at the motion.

I never got attached to the toys our father delivered.

This one might have me stymied though.

I took her bowl and empty water bottle and placed them on the bedside table before I reached for her and cradled her face.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” I said softly.

She stiffened, her eyes wide as she stared back at me.

“You won’t need them,” I continued. “Not here. Not for us. You are our toy. We want to be able to play with you whenever we want or need to. Do you understand?”

“Will you kill me after?” she whispered.

I ran my thumb along her bottom lip.

“No one survives us.” I let my hand drift to her neck. She swallowed as I made a pretty little hand necklace around her throat. “You’re unlikely to be an exception.”

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