Page 41 of My Turn

I was fucking terrified. I had no doubt that Erebus chose to come here today because he knew that Jayce was gone. He knew everything.

There was literally nothing I could do about my situation. He’d claimed all of my control and was exerting his own in the most fucked up way possible. Almost. The only way it could be worse was if he fucked me. According to him, that was going to happen the next time he saw me.

Not if I had anything to say about it. If I survived this, which I wasn’t entirely sure would be the case considering he was a fucking maniac, I was going back to the police station. I’d show them the marks on my arms and have them swab my entire body for DNA. His saliva was everywhere, so that had to be worth something.

If I did what he told me to, would he leave? He was a stalker who wore a mask and left chocolates around my house while I slept, plus he had threatened more than one person in my life. I think the correct answer was ‘no.’

I didn’t exactly have a choice here, though. He wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted. My body was being forced to respond and no matter how hard I fought it, I knew that he was going to make me cum. My eyes burned with a sense of shame and helplessness. I wanted to beg him to stop, but it wouldn’t do any good. He seemed to enjoy my desperation.

He was sick- twisted in a way that deserved the forcible removal of his dick.

He nipped at my clit, making me suck in a breath. I jerked when he applied direct pressure with his tongue, then moved it back and forth rhythmically. The way he curled it kept the nub cocooned in that warmth.

Why did he have to be good at this? This wasn’t the type of skill you learned from the internet and practicing on props. This was a craft he’d perfected and that didn’t align with the image I’d conjured of him. He was supposed to be some incel who preyed on women because he couldn’t get one to sleep with him willingly. This man was smooth and exuded confidence. I was still going to assume he had a rat face under that mask. If only I could fucking see him while he had it off. Maybe I’d recognize him. I needed to know where this whole thing started.

As if he could sense that I was trying to distract myself, he bit down on my clithard. I wanted to kick him, but my feet were secured to the backs of my thighs. It was uncomfortable and I’d lost feeling in them a while ago.

My heart raced as the tingling spread outward. Heat built in my core, regardless of how hard I tried to keep it at bay. He was relentless, never sticking with one sensation. For a moment, he used the tip of his tongue and overstimulated me until Ifelt like I would burst, then he focused on the sensitive nerves surrounding my clit.

“Stop,” I whispered loudly just before the muscles in my thighs engaged. Nothing could stop me from tumbling over the edge once he pushed his fingers inside of me. My mouth hung open and my head drooped as my body convulsed more violently than it had in a very long time. Maybe ever.

With no control of my body, this was a different sort of torture. It felt fuckinggood, but the pleasure was tarnished by the state of my mind.

He tucked his fingers between my calves and thighs, flattening his palms against my skin. His tongue thrust into me a few times as I rode out the last of the tremors. The deep growl that left him was so strong against me that it almost made me cum again.

When his touch disappeared, I was able to breathe a little easier, but being unable to see him left me wondering what would come next.

I cried out when the tension in my arms disappeared and I fell backward on the bed. It sent pain through my legs in their awkward position. Suddenly, there was a heavy weight pressing down on my waist, barely allowing me to pull in air. There was roughness against my skin and when I realized it was his jeans, I started to cry again.

“Y-you said you wouldn’t.”

The blindfold came off and I was again looking up into those blue Xs. With the room darker, it looked even creepier as he loomed over me. A flash of silver drew my eyes to the knife he was holding.

I knew it. This was when he killed me. He was probably going to fuck my body as it cooled just to disrespect me one more time.

Who was going to find me like this? Probably Jayce. That thought was enough to force more sobs from my chest.

“Calm the fuck down,” he said, almost gently. Every time he spoke, I tried to place his accent. It sounded like a faint Irish lilt. Maybe he was part of the mafia.

When he brought the blade down, I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to witness the moment it drew first blood. There was a tug on my legs, then he grasped my calf and straightened it. He followed suit with the other and the rush of blood into them was almost more painful than when they’d been secured.

“Hold your tits together,” he instructed.

Opening my eyes, I stared up at him. I was torn between anger and self-preservation. Since my hands weren’t secured anymore, I swung at him. He caught my wrist, cocked his head, and made a quick slice along my palm.

Fuck, that hurt. They never flinched when they did that in movies. Blood dripped onto my chest and began to roll into the space between my breasts. He seemed to be watching it, although I couldn’t see what his eyes were actually focused on.

Taking my other wrist, he positioned both of my hands on either side of my breasts and pushed them together. It caused the pain in my palm to flare and I could feel more blood flowing from it.

“Stay like that.”

Officially in compliance mode, I did as he said. I wanted to argue when he grabbed whatever metal toy he’d been using before. It pinched and spread me open, making me feel even more violated, even after everything he’d already done. A shock traveled across my vulva and I had to bite down on my tongue to keep from screaming. As if he wanted that, he turned it up higher.

He swiped his fingers through the blood on my skin and I watched in horror as he spread it over his shaft. When he moved forward and pushed his dick between my breasts, it was a snug fit, but the slickness helped him slide through.

A groan left his throat as he pulled back, then thrust forward again. I attempted to hold back my tears while he pleasured himself using my body.

“Watch,” he commanded in a firm voice.