Page 52 of Heart of a Killer

I’ve blocked out Leland and Skylar, making me and the doctor the only two left in the room.

Continuing to run my tongue along the underside of his cock, I keep him distracted and hard. My teeth run over the top a bit, giving him more of a bite. He goes along with it and groans louder.

I hold the shiv tighter, pressing the sharp edge to his base, and circle it around. He sucks in a quick breath between his teeth. I cut a bit deeper the second time around, making sure I have enough room for my fingers to slip into the wound, and that gets his attention.

“Ahh, Brie. Less teeth,” he complains.

When I glance up at him, his eyes are closed in pleasure, with a slight pinch of discomfort between his brows. I suck in, taking him to the back of my throat again, and the tang of copper overpowers my taste buds. His hips buck into my mouth as much as he can while tied up.

My fingers dig under the layer of skin, and I hook them under the deep cut. Removing my mouth, I sit back on my haunches. The doctor’s lids are closed, but the wrinkles around them have deepened. I watch with glee as his face contorts into an expression of agony, making the butterflies in my stomach take flight.

Pressing my nails, Ipull.

His eyes spring open along with his mouth, and a gut-curdling scream—a scream like I’ve never heard from a grown-ass man—reverberates around the room as I rip the skin off the shaft of his uncircumcised penis.

Skylar takes a sharp inhale, reminding me of their presence. She and Leland have stayed out of my way to let me handle the doctor how I see fit, which I appreciate. We all have demons here; some just hide them a bit better.

There’s cackling laughter mixed with the doctor’s howls, and I don’t realize they are coming from me until he screams again and says, “You sick fucking bitch!”

“Aw, what’s the matter, doc? You don’t like my arts and crafts today?” I give him my pouty lip and puppy dog eyes.

“Looks like an extensive circumcision,” Leland inserts sarcastically.

Skylar gags at the sight, which causes me to giggle.

“Aw, come on, little trailer trash. It’s not that bad.”

I lean back to observe my handiwork. The bloody sinew is quite impressive. The flesh still hangs on by his balls, and I give it a little tug, receiving more delicious cries from the doctor. A wet glob hits the side of my face, and I glance back at the sadistic prick. The corners of my mouth pull down in disgust, and I fiercely wipe off the spit.

“What, doc? Can’t handle your own experiments?”

“I knew I should have killed you instead of Amanda,” the doctor snaps.

“Youwillchoke on those words, doc,” I seethe.

I take the shiv and jam it into his throat.

He writhes and sputters as his body shakes with each cough. Blood bubbles from his nose and seeps from his mouth. It pools, collecting in the hollow of his neck. I jump off the bed without remorse as the light drains from his eyes.

Turning toward Leland and Sky, I ask, “Any of you know a way out of this dump?”

Sky’s face pales like she might vomit, but Leland’s is stone cold. My eyes trail down his bare torso, halting on the outline of his dick in his scrub pants. My eyebrows perk up at the sight. He’s either turned on by all this, or by me covered in blood. Either way, he is kinky as fuck.

Leland gives me a curt nod before grabbing my hand and leading Sky and me out into the hallway. He acts as if the dead can hear us.

“I was telling Sky that I think I know a way out.”

“Come on, dude. Youthink?”

“I saw a door during my experimental treatments with Dr. Benjamin,” Leland states, continuing on his course down the hall, leaving Skylar and me standing there.

I look over at her, and she just gives me a shrug with her hands in the air. “Do you have a better idea?”

Letting out a huff of breath, I admit, “No.”

We jog to catch up to him. He’s already at the end of the hall, opening a large metal door. The hinges look rusted, and I chew on my lip, thinking we may never get out if it shuts behind us.

When he opens it, a heavy mildew scent billows out and hits me like a freight train. Skylar’s nose wrinkles, and I pinch mine to block out the overbearing funk.

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