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We catch each other’s gaze in the mirror as he draws my dress up to my waist, and I drink in the sight of the man I’ve missed so much for weeks. Using damp paper towels, he wipes all the smears of blood from my inner thighs. He’s careful about it, working slowly and methodically and going through a dozen or more paper towels. Every touch is strangely loving.
I watch his beautiful face through my lashes, feeling a strange tugging on my heart. “I thought you came here to torment me.”
Tyrant plants a kiss to my throat. “I have to leave you with something sweet to remember me by.Dear Diary, Tyrant is cruel and wicked, so why do I love him so much?”
“I don’t keep a diary anymore.”
Tyrant smirks and throws away a bunched-up paper towel, and I realize why. I didn’t say I didn’t love him.
“You’re writing it in your head.Dear Diary, Tyrant loves cleaning up my pussy after he’s totally wrecked it. Wait here a moment.”
I stare at myself in the mirror while he’s gone. When I squeeze my thighs together, I can already feel the bruising ache he’s left me with. I sink my teeth into my lower lip and smile at my reflection. Good.
Tyrant comes back with a tampon that he must have taken from my bag. I reach for it, but he holds it away from me. “I’ll do it.”
I look at him in astonishment. “Really? Do you know how?”
He unwraps the tampon. “I have sisters. You think I didn’t mess around with these things when I was bored in the bathroom and wondering how they worked? I never actually did this before, but I can figure it out.”
Squeezing my ass with one hand and pulling my sex open, He pushes the applicator into me while staring into my eyes, making me gasp. “Mm. These things are much more fun when you get to put them in the pretty girl you just fucked.Thank you, Tyrant,” he prompts me, taking away the applicator and pushing the tampon deeper with his finger.
“Thank you, Tyrant,” I whisper, gazing into his blue eyes.
He turns me around and kisses me hard, parting my lips and thrusting his tongue into my mouth, and I surrender to his kiss.
“Are you ready to say,I love you, Tyrant, please take me home?”
For a moment, I allow myself to indulge in that daydream. Be Tyrant’s girl. Allow him to adore me night and day. Live with him. Love him.
But I’ll never see Barlow again if I go home with Tyrant.
“Dad and Samantha have let me see Barlow again,” I say slowly, and wince, waiting for Tyrant to say something harsh or shout at me.
He watches me for a moment, sighs, then pushes his hand into my hair and rubs the back of my neck. Then he kisses my forehead. “I know. Your baby brother is important to you.”
“He’s everything to me.”
Tyrant goes on rubbing slow, hypnotic circles on my nape, before kissing me a final time and once again helping me into his trench coat. “Wear this home. Your dress is covered in blood.”
“Thank you,” I say, gazing up at him, and wondering if I should have given him a very different answer. “Are you mad I’m choosing Barlow?”
“You would think so, wouldn’t you?” He kisses me while I’m still puzzling out what that means.
It doesn’t sound like he thinks he’s lost.
He sinks his teeth into my lower lip and then laves it with his tongue. When he pulls away, his eyes are glimmering with malice. “Remember this. You’re Tyrant’s girl. You follow my rules, or I will fucking punish you.”
PARTIII
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Tyrant
With a hunting rifle brandished in my right hand, I gaze around at the three unarmed victims trapped in my labyrinth.
Owen Stone. Samantha Stone. Vivienne Stone.
