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“Josie is losing her mind, so your safest best is definitely to avoid her since she’s made it clear that she blames you.”
“I know. And I’m sorry. I’m trying to fix it,” I say before ending the call.
11
Jordan
“Change of plans. You get to live a little bit longer,” Eli says when he slips back into the camper hours after he left. And I hate that my dick twitches at the mere sight of the beautiful monster, ready for more torment.
A black plastic bag rattles in his hand, but I can’t see the contents. Whatever it is can’t be good.
“What do you mean change of plans? Just get it over with,” I tell him.
“Nope.”
God, I feel so ashamed of what I did last night, for what I would willingly do again. I’m starving to the point my stomach won’t stop growling, and so thirsty my mouth is drier than sandpaper. And what do I want more than food or water? The psycho.
“Let me…let me see Maddie again,” I beg because I’m worried about her, not for any other reason like tasting him again.
“No,” Eli replies without even considering it.
Fuck.
While he was gone, I pulled on the restraints, searched the camper for anything nearby that could help free me. The only thing of notice were the four jars lined up on the kitchen counter with labels like Maddie’s cupcakes, oh, and my stack of clothes.
Cupcakes and chains; it’s one weird ass combination. I don’t get this guy at all. I’m not sure if there is any way to make sense of him.
Trying only hurts my head. It’s hard to think or even keep my eyes open because I’m so damn exhausted.
Who knew it was so draining to be edged for hours and hours? I didn’t. Usually, I don’t last more than thirty seconds with Maddie unless I think about the grossest things in the world like the gobs of her long hair she leaves behind in the shower drain, or the toothpaste gunk she never washes out of our shared sink. Her long hairs stuckinthe toothpaste gunk. With those thoughts, I might make it three or four minutes if I thrust very slowly.
Last night, while I held Eli’s dick in my mouth until he came two more times down my throat, he stroked my dry dick raw, off and on for hours.Hoursof him buried in my mouth while he brought me to the brink of pleasure, and then left me out in the cold.
At least I fared better than the pervert. Eli really doesn’t like him. Not that I feel sorry for him or anything.
After he pulled out of my mouth, Eli, who was apparently tired of the man’s whining, slammed a hammer over his restrained hands over and over again until his fingers were broken, bones visible, twisted, and he was bleeding all over the place while wailing.
Now, Eli puts down the black bag on the kitchen counter next to the jars of Maddie’s cupcakes and my pile of clothes, thenhe picks up a knife before going over to revisit the whimpering hogtied man. I have to lift my head off the table to watch, without warning, as Eli kneels next to the man…and stabs the weapon right through the fucker’s face.
I think I may have even screamed a little, but it was thankfully overshadowed by the wails of the pervert. Each time Eli violently plunges the knife into his eye, the screams grow more agonized.
If I didn’t know before, now I’m certain that we’re miles away from civilization. Otherwise, someone would’ve sent the cops by the time Eli finished removing the first eyeball from the severed muscles and tissue.
Fucking hell, it’s gross.
The man’s shrieks cut off abruptly just as Eli’s knife is inserted into the second eye, no doubt passing out from the pain.
“Fuck. I took too long,” Eli grumbles to himself. He drops the bloody knife on the floor next to him to undo his belt and front of his pants, pulling out his long, swollen shaft. It looks so red and angry there’s no way he lasts longer than a few more seconds of stroking it.
I’m relieved, but oddly have a twinge of jealousy when he erupts. On his knees, he’s at the perfect height to shoot his release into the man’s empty eye hole. The thick substance drips down his cheek and onto his lips.
“Goddammit!” Eli exclaims. “I really wanted him to be conscious for that part.”
“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be thoroughly terrorized when he wakes up and tastes your dried cum.”
“Yeah?” he asks, looking at me over his shoulder as his bloody right hand wrings the last of his cum out of his dick.
“You really do get off on the violence and terror,” I remark.
