Page 15 of Master A-0011
Her eyes hardened as she wheeled the hoist to rest over the drain on the floor.
“Should I tie up her feet? You want her upside down, correct? Tell me what to do.”
I took a step closer to her, dragging the slave with me as my energy turned predatory.
“I can get you another drink if you want to take your time showing me,” she rushed out. “I’m a quick learner. Or maybe you’re hungry. Rope. I…I don’t see any rope.”
Had I thought she was shaking? Every inch of me was humming. My cock ached with every rise and fall of her soaked chest. Just seeing her hard nipples press into the sheer, bloody fabric was killing me.
The slave hit the ground with a thud, twitching and jerking in her dying state as I lunged grabbing the front of Pearl’s robe, pulling her into me. Enlarged pupils swallowed me like a black hole as she gazed up. They had me, just like this strange need to have her.
“You’re mumbling, and all over the damn place.”
“It’ll be a rope? I can get some. Do you have some here?”
“Stop with the rope,” I growled, pulling her wet robe open to wrap my arm back around her waist and pull her deeper into me. “We’ll hang her from her Achilles tendons. Stop asking questions about your job. I said I wasn’t going to dance around you. I want you, and I don’t give a shit if you don’t want me. I’m the Master. You’re the slave.”
“And I said.” Pearl’s jaw chattered, tightening as she pushed the words free through clenched teeth. “You don’t want me. If you need…t-that…do it…to t-them.”
She said them, but she pointed to the dead slave behind me.
“You want me to fuck a corpse?”
“She’s…n-not dead.”
I followed her head as she gestured to the slave who was once again passed out on my death clock.
“So you want me to fuck her instead when I could just have you?”
Pearl’s head turned and her face drew in, her eyes falling to the ground.
“She’s still prettier. Even like that.”
“Like what? Hacked up with a mangled arm? Pearl…Your idea of beautiful and mine are two different definitions.”
“Please let go.”
Had I drawn her up closer on my chest? Closer to my lips? I had, and all she wanted to do was be as far away from me as she could. Was it what I was doing that turned her off? What I ate? Who I was? It was fucking with my head!
Why did I even care? She was no one. No. One. A slave. Disposable. A fucking crow, meant to die. I was giving her a gift. A chance at life no one else would have given her, and she denies me? Rejects me?
“You want me to let you go?” I drug her backward, snatching a knife from the cart and leveling it at her jawline. “How bad do you want me not to touch you? Bad enough to have another scar? I told you you’d bleed tonight. Maybe it’ll be like this.”
Pearl’s lip quivered, twisting that shame inside me even more. An acidic film covered my tongue and a metallic taste had me swallowing back the bad names that were screaming in my mind.
Did I sound like him? My father?Had I become him?
“If that’s what my Master wants.”
“I do want it,” I exploded. “I want you covered with my marks, bleeding and cut open. And I’m going to do it. I’m going to leave you so transformed that you see nothing but me. No scars. No disfigurement. You’ll see your Master. You’ll see the man who you can’t stand touching you.”
Tears raced down her blood-splattered cheeks.
“If that’s what my Master wants.”
“Stop saying that.”
“What would my Master like me to say?”