Page 44 of Touch Her and Die
I nodded because that was all I could do as I held her. She held me in the palm of her hands.
“Parks, you know that I hate you for breaking me?”
My eyes flew open.
“What, I—”
She pressed her lips to mine and squeezed my cock before she shifted.
“Shut up and make it hurt even more.”
I was fucking confused, but she rose up and pressed her warm slick opening over my cock and slipped down onto me. I could feel her body stretch around me and fuck, this was my favorite part of her body. This was the best feeling, next to just being near her.
I swear she held her breath as she let me pull her down, seating her onto me and sinking deep inside her.
“I won’t fucking cause you any more pain, princess. Only pleasure.”
As I flipped her over and thrust into her, I meant to do exactly that.
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I stretchedout onto the bed that still smelled of Parks and sex. I felt marginally real. Like, well, being human. I had so little comparison to what a human felt like. My memories didn’t go back far enough to know what I might have been before life got to me.
I’d never talked about my scars. Not the ones that weren’t because of work. The scars that I’d long since tried to block out and let die with my sister. Those were the ones I had hit opt on when it came to dealing with anything in life.
The blanket was light and fluffy as I pulled it up around my naked body. If I could just blend into the blanket, my life would be fixed. I sighed. I missed my sister so much right now. Parks better fix her headstone, or I was going to kill him. Probably.
Even knowing he was gone, I still reached for his side of the bed. He’d left some time in the night or early morning. Time really didn’t matter right now.
I was stuck. Again.
Helpless though? I would never be that, even when I’d hit rock bottom last night, I still wasn’t helpless.
He liked to keep me and shockingly, I somehow just let him. Fine. I could do some research from here. I needed a new burner phone, and something told me I wasn’t getting that here quickly.
A loud and strangely painful sound broke through the quiet of this god-awful place. That had to be a rooster. If only I harmed animals, I would try to put it out of its misery.
“Fine. I’m getting up.”
It took all my will to get out of bed. I didn’t like feeling sorry for myself. I never wanted to feel helpless again and yet here I was, acting like I was.
As I kicked my feet over the side of the bed I stretched, feeling every muscle release. Maybe it didn’t seem like I was in control. I would fix that.
I grabbed for leggings and a t-shirt. Not everything he’d packed was useless. None would be great for ensnaring a victim, if there was even one to be found here.
Padding down the hall, that same screeching noise broke through the walls of the house.
“Nothing happy makes that sound.”
Emilee’s laugh reminded me I wasn’t alone.
“Oh, he’s just letting us know it’s time to get up and bring out the snacks.”
I paused.
“Snacks?”
