Page 8 of The Dollmaker
“Mmm, he’s tender. What seasoning did you use?” she asks, as she cuts into her meat, bringing it to my lips, feeding me a piece.
“My special marinade ” I say, moaning at the rich taste. “You’re right, Sav, he is tender. Oh, I have something for you,” I tell her. Her eyes light up with lust as I groan again taking another bite. Placing Larry’s weiner in a bun, I slather mustard on top. “Open my love,” I command as her mouth opens, taking a bite. I watch as she chews, rolling her eyes into the back of her head while moaning. “Moan again, Savannah, and I will take you right here on this table,” I warn as her eyes widen in mischief.
“Mmm, Tripp. I might like that,” She taunts.
And this is why I want to spend the rest of my days with this perfect goddess.
Savannah
Two years later…
Sitting at the desk in my craft room, I shred through different colors of ribbon, taking my anger out on the innocent silky fabric when Tripp walks in with a huge grin on his face. I look up at him, placing my sheers down. Our eyes collide and all I see is mystery and excitement, which soothes the ache in my heart from the news I found out today, but as always, I smile as I watch him strut over to me. I take in his appearance and lick my lips.Always looking so fuckable.He’s freshly showered wearing acid washed ripped jeans with a classic black tee and black leather jacket over it. His dark curls, wild from air drying, making me want to run my fingers through them, pulling the strands as he—my train of thought suddenly stops when he drops two tickets on my desk in front of me. My eyes widen when I lift them to read what they are for. Looking up at him, he smirks.
“Holy shit, how did you get these?” I ask as he rounds the desk, pulling my chair out and lifting me up by the waist, placing me on top of the wood.
“I’ve been waiting over a year for these. I hope you aren’t in the middle of something because I need you to get this sexy ass in the shower,” he commands, stepping in between my legs, tilting my face to look up at him as his lips press gently against mine. “You always taste so sweet for me,” he growls, as his fingers linger down my jaw and over the curve of my breast. “Wear that outfit I like?” He says, as his thumb runs over my hardened peak.
“Mmm, that’s if we can make it out of this room. What time does the show start?” I ask as he takes a step back.
“We leave in a few hours, so move it along, babe. I’ll be downstairs,” he says, kissing me on the forehead before leaving the same way he entered. I can’t believe he got us tickets to Delirium at the colony carnival. We've been eager to go, but the tickets are always sold out. Hopping off the desk, I leave everything where it is and head out to our bedroom down the hall. Everything I was pissed about moments ago vanished, and I feel nothing but excitement and wonder. Tonight is going to be exactly what we needed.
After entering the gates and finding a parking spot Tripp shuts off the car, gets out and rounds the front to open my door,putting his hand out for me to take. He throws his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him as we walk towards the entrance.
“You look sexy as fuck, tonight Sav,” he whispers, licking the shell of my ear. I look up at him and smile.
“I can’t wait to ravish you,” I tell him, and he licks his lips as we wait in line with our tickets. “What are the rules tonight?” I ask, and he smirks, but his eyes light up with mischief that makes me rub my bare thighs together. He doesn’t respond, which only tells me I’m in for a treat. Instead, he walks up to the teller and hands the topless girl with short red curly hair and red tassels covering her nipples our tickets. Red and black stripes paint her torso. She smiles at me and hands Tripp the stubs, then stamps both our hands with a bloody clown face.
“Have a magical adventure,” she tells us, and Tripp pulls me through the entrance. String lights hang above us, illuminating the space. Red and black tents line the pathway on each side of us and at the end is where the main event is.Why do I feel like I’ve been here before? I know this is my first time here, but everything feels so damn familiar.
“Do you want cotton candy and a delirium shot before the show starts?” he asks, and I nod.
“Yes, that would be great.”
“Go look around, just don’t go too far. I’ll be right over here,” he tells me, pointing at the stand in the middle of the carnival with the big sign that says ‘cotton candy’.
“Okay,” I tell him, and he walks away. My feet seem to carry me to the right as a pull takes me to where it wants me to go. Shivers rush up my spine like a million spiders racing up my back, making me want to scream at the intensity of it. I keep walking until the invisible pull stops me in front of a tent that reads ‘fortune teller.’ I step inside and see a familiar lady sitting at a table surrounded by a bunch of lit candles, crystal balls andincense burning around her. My eyes widen as she smiles at me.It’s the woman from my dream. But this place isn’t the same. What the fuck?
“Come, Savannah, we don’t have much time,” she says, calling me over to her.
Stepping further into the tent, she huffs at my weariness and gets impatient with how long it’s taking me to walk a few more steps over to the table she sits behind.
“H-how do you know my name?” I ask, and she rolls her eyes.
“Don’t play stupid, now sit down,” she orders. I do as I am told and sit down opposite her. She’s wearing the same black dress that collars her throat, her long white hair tied back in a ponytail. “It’s time, Savannah,” she says, and my eyes widen.
“Time for what? You need to be a little more specific?” I say, and she rolls her eyes again.
“It’s time to create the dolls and send them off. Your time for revenge starts tonight,” she states, and I nod.
“What do I need to do?” I ask, and she smiles. She takes my hand as shivers erupt up my spine, making me cringe, and visions of what needs to be done plays in my mind like a movie. My name being called in the distance brings me back to the present and my eyes shoot open.
“Now go, I showed you what needs to be done. You will do it. It’s the only way, but tonight while you are here. Let go! Enjoy that man of yours. Be free for once.” She winks, and I nod.
“Thank you. What’s your name?” I ask, and she smiles.
“Agatha, but I think of myself as your fairy godmother, just without all the mice and pretty dresses.” She laughs, and I shake my head.
“Well Agatha, I guess I’ll see you soon?” I say with a raised brow.
