Page 39 of Fed By Fear

I circle her clit, alternating between light and firm pressure. Fresh arousal spills onto the table as her hips writhe.

“Pathetic.”

“I’m not pathetic,” she grits out.

“No? You’re turned on by this. Being stuffed with knives and at the mercy of a butcher.”

“Shut up,” she volleys, whisper-soft.

“There’s something very wrong with you, Githany.”

“Shut up.”

“If you come, it will prove everything I’ve said. That you’re not right. That you’re more fucked up than you’ve ever let yourself dare imagine.”

“I’m not,” her stubborn tone dissolves into a murmur as I switch to my thumb.

“Haven’t you stopped to consider why you’re covered in blood?”

Githany peers down. Her skin is all blue except for asmall patch on her ribs. Blood covers a majority of her body. “That’s not mine.”

“You’ve done some very unsavory things.”

She gasps when I adjust the handle of the filet knife, rubbing it upwards with short, deep flicks of my wrist.

“Oh, don’t do that,” Githany simpers, on the edge of tears.

“Why not? You don’t like it? It doesn’t feel good? If you lie, I’ll slice your hip.”

A moan breaks free from her darkly painted lips before she can stop it.

“Disgusting, fucked-up little ghost girl. Getting off on a knife handle with all those people’s blood still on your skin.”

Her mouth opens, lips working several times over. I can see the questions trying to come out. Guttural cries manifest where words fail her. My circling of her clit tightens.

The air shifts, almost imperceptibly. Hunt and Madness are in my domain.

“They’re coming. Not long now.” My pace turns unforgiving. Her legs are shaking. She’s close enough for me to deliver my ultimatum. “If you don’t come right this second, I’ll leave you here for them. Let them flip these blades over and find out what your insides look like?—”

That’s all it takes for her mindless orgasm to tear across the cabin. Githany’s scream is feral, deep, revealing the inhuman parts beneath her skin. Tears trek down her face as her mouth twists into an O. Her core clenches tight enough to pull the knives deeper. I snatch at the blades, ignoring the cuts on my fingertips, and keep hold of them until she finishes.

Cum squirts past the sharp metal, soaking my hand. This is a fantasy even I couldn’t have dreamed up. “Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I wasn’t lying when I told her they were close. The two of them are approaching fast. I’d better get those knives out.

Githany flounders, body flopping like a beached fish with the removal of each blade.

The last handle slides from her pulsing cunt. She collapses onto the table, a sigh of relief whooshing out of her.

“You did so good, sweetheart.”

The paring knife is so small compared to the others. I doubt she notices it’s still pushed into her.

She melts into the wood as my fingers stroke her from head to toe. A few moments of relaxation are fine, but there are still urgent desires for me to fill. I need more of her before I have to share. I don’t take samples—I devour my prey.

Githany will see.

A quick release of her ankles and wrists allows her to move freely for a few moments. She gasps when I slip the paring knife from her ass. Can’t have her carving herself up.