Page 61 of Dollhouse

“F–f–f–uck you!” he whimpers. I move the pliers toward his second nipple and snip it off in one clean cut.

I stand back to admire the blood that’s now flowing down his chest.

Tossing the pliers to the floor, I pick up a serrated blade next from my toolbox.

“Only you can stop this. Give me the information I need, and I’ll make your death quick and painless.” Unfortunately for him, I have the patience for torture and a slow death.

Grabbing his right ear, I twist and pull it away from his head, slicing it off with the serrated blade while he keeps screaming like a little bitch.

Even if he decides to tell me what I want to know, I have no intentions of letting him die quickly. He was after my butterfly and that’s unacceptable. No one gets to hurt her besides us.

I’m not sure how much time has passed, but I’m covered in his blood and now have an ear, six teeth, two nipples, five toes, and two fingers all perfectly lined up on the metal tray beside my toolbox.

He’s still screaming and crying but hasn’t given me one single piece of fucking information.

I’ll admit; I’m getting a little agitated. Most people sing like a siren at the first sight of their blood, but not him. He’s keeping everything he knows to himself and it’s pissing me the fuck off.

“King!” The sweet melodious voice has me looking over my shoulder to find my defiant butterfly stepping inside of the workshop.

Tate walks in, still wearing the same t-shirt as earlier and has flip-flops on, carrying a box of pizza in her hands.

“What the fuck are you doing here? I told you to keep your ass inside.” I narrow my eyes at her, allowing myself to look over her bare legs.

Tate rolls her eyes and waves me off. “I brought you some pizza; I thought you might be hungry.”

“Did you walk here?”

“No, I stole one of the four-wheeler keys from Rowen,” she says nonchalantly with a shrug of her shoulders. With a raised eyebrow, she looks around me at the crying, hanging man who’s covered in his own blood. She allows her eyes to look over my bloody body. My dick twitches at the way she looks at me. There’s no fear in her eyes, only lust.

That’s my fucking girl.

She walks further into the studio and sets the pizza box on a table away from the blood. “Is this the guy who shot at you?” I nod, my eyes carefully watching her movements. “Did he give you any information yet?”

“Nope, he doesn’t want to talk to me.”

She scoffs. “After you’ve done all that?” She giggles, waving her hand over the table where I have arranged all his body parts that I’ve cut off.

“You should go back inside. I’ll meet you when I’m done.”

“But what if I want to play too?” She places her small hands on my chest and moves her fingers around to spread the blood further across my skin.

“You want to play, butterfly?” Her pupils dilate when she covers her hands in blood, her arms wrapped around my neck, and she rises on her tiptoes to reach my face where she crushes our lips together. My hands grip her perfectly round ass and pull her against the growing bulge in my pants.

“You’re dead! Both of you!” Joseph roars, fighting against his chains.

“Actually, by the looks of it, you’re the one that’ll be dead soon,” she says with a giggle, her hands moving down my chest and to my belt where she quickly begins unfastening it.

“Hold on, butterfly.” I still her hands. “Joseph, I’m trying to fuck my girl, so this is your last chance to tell me who hired you.”

“Kill me! I’m not telling you shit!”

I shrug my shoulders. “Okay, fine. What should I use, butterfly?” I lead her toward my toolbox. She looks over the different tools, then with a smile, she picks up one of the scalpels.

“Use this, then hurry up and fuck me.”

“Anything for you.” With another kiss to her lips, I step in front of Joseph and slice into his skin, peeling a layer of the skin on his stomach away. His screaming is cut short when I dig my scalpel into his throat and drag it from left to right. His eyes widen and his warm blood sprays out and covers me.

My dick is painfully hard now and straining against my jeans. Luckily for me, Tate chooses that moment to wrap her arms around me from behind and frees my cock.

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