Page 57 of Dollface

I coughed and gasped, my neck burning from being choked a second time in the same night. I fell to my ass and tried to collect my thoughts. The Order wanted me dead, that was clear. But Sabbath, he was struggling. He didn’t want them to kill me, and planned to take my life instead, just like with Ozzy. Only this time, he couldn’t do it. He was in turmoil, torn between The Order and me. He was willing to die to save me and would rather I die than fall into their hands. It hurt to think about how much pain he must be in, especially now.

I swallowed all my sanity and crawled over to him. “Sabbath?” I flicked the lighter and watched as his dark eyes rose to mine. “You don’t have to do this. Any of this.” He shook his head. “You don’t need them. We can run away. Together. You and me.”

Sabbath licked his lip. “You don’t get it, do you? There is nowhere we can go. They will always find us. They found me before and they’ll do it again. They won’t stop. I don’t have a choice, Rosie!” He glared at me. “Do you think I want this?” Sabbath motioned to his outfit. “Any of it? IhateThe Order! I hate my mother, and I hate The Redwood! It’s all evil!”

“If you hate it so much, why keep doing it?”

Sabbath peeled his other glove off. “Because I don’t have a choice.”

“Everyone has a choice, Sabbath.”

He shook his head and scoffed. “Not me. I lost the freedom to think for myself the day I saved you. And now, all I want isto save you again, Rosie. But I can’t even do that.” His head fell. “I’m weak.”

My heart ached. I had been such a burden to him all these years. He couldn’t live his life or exist without having to constantly worry about me. Maybe me dying would be what’s best after all. For both of us.

“No,” I breathed. “No, you’re not.” I unzipped my jacket, and my hand tilted his chin back towards me. He looked deep into my eyes and something inside me reached out to him. “I don’t want to die, Sabbath.” I leaned in closer. “But I don’t want you to live with that kind of fear and guilt. I don’t want you to waste your life on me.” My mouth hovered over his, and I carefully placed his hand on my neck.

“Rosie,” he whispered. I could see the pain in his face. “No.”

My lips gently kissed his and tears fell from my eyes down onto his face. “It’s okay.” I closed the lighter and lifted his other hand to my neck. “It’s okay, Sabbath.” He pressed his forehead against mine. He tried to tell me no, but I held his hands in place. “You need to do this,” I whispered. “For both of us.”

Sabbath’s own tears fell into our mouths as he kissed me. He removed one of his hands and pulled me into his lap. A rush of fire and hunger coursed through my body, and I did nothing to stop it. If this was my night on earth, then I wanted it to be with him.

“Sabbath,” I whimpered his name. A low growl vibrated in his chest, and I began to lose myself as I kissed and moved against him.

Sabbath grabbed me and held me tight as he stood, still kissing me. He walked over Doug’s corpse and slammed me up against the kitchen door. His mouth moved from mine and made its way down my neck and to my chest. He lifted my shirt and began to caress my breasts while playing with my hardened nipples. My core burned, and I rocked against him, completelylost in the moment. His mouth captured my nipple, and he ran his tongue over it. “Yes,” I moaned. His teeth bit down as I cried out. “Yes!” My hands forced his face up and back to my mouth. I kissed him roughly and held nothing back as my hands moved to his pants. He adjusted himself, and I reached down and gripped his rock hard dick. Sabbath moaned loudly and kissed me some more as I played with him.

“Oh, Rosie,” he breathed along my skin. “I want you so fucking bad.”

My mouth curled. “Then take me. Make me yours one last time, Sabbath.”

Sabbath wasted no time. He pulled my shorts aside and shoved his dick right inside me. My back arched, and I cried out at the immense, yet pleasing, pain. “Yes,” I whimpered as he fucked me. “Don’t stop!”

Sabbath thrusted harder and harder as he slammed his dick deep inside me. “Your pussy ismine, Rosie,” he moaned. “Just like your soul. Mine. Forever.” He continued to fuck me senseless with no concern or care for how rough he was being. And I liked it.

My hands gripped his, and I slowly moved them back to my neck. Sabbath followed my lead and gently began to squeeze. “Yes.” I nodded to him as he tightened his grip. “Do it, Sabbath.” He slowed his pace and shook his head. “Do it. Please.” His hands began to crush my neck, and he continued to fuck me. “Yes.” My body tightened as my breathing became constrained. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him close to me. Lightning flashed, and I looked straight at Sabbath. “I don’t hate you,” I breathed. “I don’t hate you, Sabbath.” My walls slowly contracted around him as my orgasm nearly boiled over. “You were right. I love you, Sabbath.” Tears rolled down my cheeks and onto his hands. Sabbath slowed his thrusting and kissed me.“I love you,” I whispered into his mouth. “I always have.” His breathing increased as he began to come inside me.

Yes.

My own orgasm washed over and I too came, loudly. I cried out, and his hands only squeezed tighter. “Yes! Don’t stop!” Between him fucking me and choking me, I was lost in a twisted place between heaven and pleasure, and I wasn’t sure which I wanted more.

Sabbath kissed me again. And I felt my consciousness slowly slipping away. “Thank you.” I kissed him gently. We sat there, our bodies connected, just like our souls and blood. My hand touched his cheek, and I whispered with my last breath. “I forgive you.”

Sabbath held me tightly and cradled my body as I felt my limbs fall and my body go limp. Everything faded away, and all I could hear was Sabbath’s distant crying. I knew this would break him, but one day, he would heal. And when he did, he would be able to have the very thing he wanted so badly. The thing he just gave to me. Peace.

Be free, Sabbath.

SABBATH

“I’m sorry, Rosie. I’m so sorry… But I can’t live without you.”

SIXTEEN

ASTER

For a brief moment,I felt the very thing I had longed to have for so long. I felt at peace. But like everything else in my life, it was short lived and taken from me.

“Rosie,” someone sang my name. “Rosie, it’s time to wake up.” My body ached, and my eyelids struggled to open. “Time to get up, Rosie.” Someone slapped my face, and my eyes shot open.

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