Page 25 of Headless Hollow

“I didn’t catch that.”

“Fuck…you. Okay, you. Happy now?”

“I am actually, and because you were honest the first time….” He walked to the table, and I thought I was free of the come bottle, but he picked up a can of instant whipped cream that I hadn’t noticed. I watched in horror as he stuck the nozzle in the top and squirted a large amount of it into the come before walking back, swirling it together. “You get it with a treat this time.”

As soon as the cold bottle touched my lips, I gagged and had to swallow to keep from being sick. “You better keep this all down, or I’m going to increase the pain level on lover boy.” I nodded, not daring to speak, or I would lose it. He tipped the bottle up, and I ended up sucking on it like it was a giant baby bottle. I didn’t know what was worse, the coffee or the extremely sweet version with the whipped cream that felt curdled on my tongue.

“So what’s the plan now,” I asked as he walked away with the bottle. He looked over his shoulder at me. “And why aren’t my mom and dad moving or trying to escape? Did you already kill them?

“No, they are alive and will remain that way since you held up your end of the bargain. At least for now.”

“So what then? Are you going to let us go?”

He didn’t say anything as he came back and stood staring at me from inches away with a small bucket in his hands. Surprisingly, he proceeded to wash my legs and took extra care around my clit and sensitive lips. The water was cool, but was refreshing and I sighed. Once finished with my sensitive pussy he ran the cloth down my body and washed away the blood that had stained my legs and ankles.

“Are you going to answer me,” I asked as he patted me dry with a towel.

“Nope,” he said, walking away. When he returned, the Horseman’s hands were behind his back, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what he had. I shivered as he slowly lowered himself enough that he was at eye level with my pussy.

“I wouldn’t move if I was you,” he said, and I tensed as he pinched my clit.

“What are you doing?”

“Suck in a deep breath,” he ordered, and my pulse shot through the roof with anticipation.

Click.

“Ah! Fuck! What. The. Fuck was that?” I swore another long line of swear words, my pussy burning as he stood and showed off the silver contraption. I tried to see what he’d done but couldn’t. “What did you do to me?”

“Gave you a piece of jewelry to always remember me by.”

“You pierced my fucking clit?”

“Yes, and….” I gasped as he wrapped his hand around my throat. “You will never take it out. Do you feel how I’m holding your life in my hands?” I couldn’t nod. My mouth was opening and closing, trying to get any little bit of air. “I want you to remember this feeling. You’re mine, Pumpkin. It doesn’t matter who you fuck or marry. It will be my child you raise, and it will be me who visits you every night in your dreams. Understand?” Little stars dotted my eyes, but I managed to push out the word yes, and he let go. My burning lungs drank up the cool air. “Tell me you understand?”

“I understand.”

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I said without hesitation.

“Excellent. One more thing.” He put on thick gloves that covered his arms to his elbow, and my trepidation rose once more. I watched in horror as he carefully opened a container that I could tell was liquid nitrogen, even from where I was hanging. He took something metal and stuck it inside.

Thump, thump, thump.

My heart hammered out of control as he turned around, holding up a branding iron. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of begging him to stop. He stood there looking at me like that was exactly what he expected. Pushing my chin up high, I tried not to care as he walked around me.

“Right here,” he said and pressed the metal into my hip. At first, it was just cold, but the burning sensation hit a second later, and I clenched my teeth, squeezing my fists tight. Tears stung my eyes, and shamefully, a few fell and trickled down my cheek as the pain took control of all my senses. “Perfect. You’re perfect.”

I glared at his back as he walked away. “Tell me why you chose me?”

“Why not you?”

I shook my head in frustration. “Can’t you just answer one of my questions with a simple straight answer?”

When he crossed his arms, I expected another punishment, but he shocked me by walking closer and gently running his hands down my sides. “Because in this life, there is only one soul that matches yours so closely that when you are together, they mirror one another. With a single touch, it’s impossible to breathe properly until you’re joined forever. If one of them dies, then the other soul will perish without its other half. That is who you are to me. You are my mirror, and even though I know you think your heart belongs to Branson, it really has always been mine. It’s always been you.”

I didn’t know what to say, but I didn’t have to worry about it as he pulled a needle from somewhere and stabbed me in the hip.