Page 76 of Lie with Me
The terrified tears come on faster than a fire hose.
“I’m doing CJ a favor, if you really think about it.” He pops a switchblade open next to my face. “Imagine my surprise when I saw him all smitten over one of Nino’s girls.”
I turn my head slightly. “You knew who I was the whole time?”
“Uh-huh. I know all Nino’s girls.” He runs the flat part of the blade down my cheek.
“Are you the reason he showed up at Clip that night?” I shiver fearfully.
“Yup,” he confirms with no remorse.
“Why? Just to hurt him?”
“So he knew the truth. So he could see you for what you really are. A filthy fucking whore who’ll open her legs for anyone.”
“What about that missing girl?”
“What about her?”
“Does she even exist?”
“Sure, she did.”
“Did?”
“You think you’re the first nasty slut I’ve strung up?” I feel a deep stab into my shoulder blade, and I scream as he dragsthe blade across my back.
“Oh god, please stop!” I cry from the torturous pain.
“I’m just getting started, sunshine. You just made me hard as fucking hell.” He cuts me again, and I cry out. It hurts so bad, like pins and needles set on fire. He cuts me once more, pushing the blade in deeper, and I lose control, sobbing hysterically, helplessly suspended in midair. There’s no place to go or run or hide. I’m at the mercy of a lunatic, and he’s taking full advantage.
“Please, stop,” I gasp, my face soaked with salty tears, and my back soaked with seeping blood.
“Not if you’re going to beg like that.” His voice is so evil, so aroused, so demented that hope literally dies in my gut.
I lose track of everything as he cuts. Cuts and cuts and cuts and cuts—until I’m a blubbering mess on the brink of unconsciousness. That’s when Slade grabs me by the throat and presses his rock hard cock into my ass, showing me exactly what my suffering does to him.
“No!” I scream unintelligibly. My throat raw and my voice horse.
“Fuck, yes.” His tone is so disgustingly dark; I can actually see the end of my life coming at me like headlights through a tunnel. He holds the knife up to my throat, and I feel the blade pinch my skin. “You wet for me, sunshine?” He runs his hand down my torso until he reaches the apex of my thighs. I try to keep from trembling as he roughly sinks his finger inside me.
“Dry as a bone. How disappointing. We’ll have to fix that.”
He pumps his hand forcefully, and it feels like sandpaper rubbing against my inner walls.
I whine feebly in enormous pain with the knife still pressed against my jugular.
“Come on, sunshine.” He smashes his fingers against my clit and then yanks on my piercing so hard he nearly rips it out. A shrill scream escapes my mouth as I shake helplessly in my bonds.
“That’s right you little slut, scream. No one can help younow.”
He drops the knife from my throat right before I hear the distinct sound of his belt buckle.
I literally go slack from stress, my limbs turning to Jell-O.
“Ready to find out what a real cock feels like?”
I want to bellow no, but I’m convinced that will only feed the fire. Only make him want to hurt me more. So I bite my lip, concentrating on the new pain between my legs and stay quiet.
