Page 17 of Painfully Merry

“Stupid,” I choke out.

He applies more pressure. “I had so much planned for you, Sabrina. But having you tied to the bed being helpless will have to work for now.”

He moves back, and I suck in a deep breath. Parker walks away, slamming the bedroom door closed behind him. I’m left in silence, and his words ringing in my ears. I know deep down someone else is responsible, but proving it is what I’m finding difficult. And being tied to a bed isn’t helping.

I try to grab the ribbon between my fingers, wishing my pinkie was a tad longer. I move higher, getting my mouth next to my wrists. These guys should’ve watched a few movies before this. Handcuffs would’ve been the smarter choice. Chewing the ribbon loose, I pull my pants up and dive out of bed. I head to the closet and dig through the back, finding my baseball bat. I never thought I would have to use it, but today is the day.

I’m unsure when Chaos will return, but I’m not taking any chances. It’s easier to take out one versus two. I place my ear to the door, listening. When I don’t hear a sound, I crack it open about an inch and peek through. I wish the power would turn back on. It would be easier if I could find my phone and watch the cameras.

When the coast is clear, I step into the hall. If I were Parker, I would be downstairs waiting for Chaos. I move across the hall into the guest bedroom, locking the window. If I can’t escape, neither can they. I move to every room, locking every escape. Welcome to my funhouse now, boys. I take the staff stairs down, and before I can open the door, the power comes back on, lighting up the stairwell. I rush to turn the light switch off.

Gripping my bat, I listen to the deathly quietness of my house. It should be filled with the sound of Christmas carols and my attempts at baking—Not me sneaking around like a ninja.

I exit the stairwell, move down the hallway, and check my office. When I don’t find him there, I check the remaining rooms. That leaves three places, and I doubt he’ll be in the dining room. No one ever goes in there. It’s too stuffy. I tiptoe past the kitchen and make my way to the living room. I smile at myself when I see him staring at the Christmas Tree.

I pick up speed, hold my bat out and swing.

His body turned, and his hand came out, wrapping around the bat so fast I didn’t have time to blink.

“Nice try, Sabrina. But your glass ornaments gave you away.” He pulls the bat toward him, dragging me along with it. He wraps his hand around my hair, tugging my head back. “I’m not even gonna ask how you escaped, but you should be punished. Is Chaos’ cum still dripping from your pussy?”

His fingers work under my shirt, goosebumps springing along my stomach. My head is yelling for me to punch him in the balls, but my stupid pussy is screaming for him to fuck me. I can’t figure out what to do anymore. This isn’t supposed to be like this.

He’s quick at pulling my pants down. Before I can say anything, he shoves his fingers inside my dripping pussy.

“Fuck, can you feel his cum being shoved back into you? God, I knew you were a little cum slut.”

“Parker.” I moan his name.

How could this be happening? We were just fighting not that long ago. His hand cups my face, forcing me to look at him.

“Come for me.” His mouth hovers just above mine. His kiss started light and sweet. The more he fucked me with his fingers, the more intense his kiss became.

I try not to come, but he rubs his palm against my clit. I slam my eyes shut as my body rocks with the need to come.

“Be my little slut and come.” He presses on my G-spot. I dig my nails into his arm as my orgasm slams into me. I hang onto him for a second, feeling boneless, breathing in his spice-scented cologne.

“God, the way you look when you come. Pure heaven, Sabrina. I can’t wait to sink my dick into you.”

Before I can answer, the back door whips open.

“Parky baby!” Chaos yells at the top of his lungs.

I go to move, but Parker wraps his arm around my waist.

“Don’t. If he’s back this quick, it spells trouble.” He slides my pants up. “In here, Chaos,” he calls out.

“Oh, my stars, you should see what I got her,” his words die when he sees me. “Um, did you let her go?” He looks at me, confused.

I take the sight of him in—blood splatter across his cheeks up towards his hairline. The tips of his grey hair are red. His eyes narrowed as I searched his face.

“Sabrina?” He stepped closer. “Did you want your gift?”

He holds up a black and grey Scottish terrier, petting it with a bloody hand. The glimpse of a pink collar around the dog's neck sends shivers down my back. I stare back at Chaos.

“Where did you get that dog?” I asked, clutching a hand to my heart.

“Your neighbour, he didn’t seem to care that much that I took Toto. He’s my gift to you.” He holds out Honey, like it’s nothing.

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