Page 52 of The Games We Play

She angles the man’s chin up with the tip of her knife and I make the connection immediately. He’s the weak man I threatened to even look in Puppet’s direction again from her school. Who Casey is, I don’t knowand don’t fucking care. Right now, all I can think about is she’s in his house…alone. If he gets the upper hand or overpowers her—dammit! I never should have stayed so far away.

Professor Brady whimpers, and sweat mingles with the tears soaking into his gag.

“Puppet,” I say, but it comes out breathlessly, giving me away instantly.

“I want you to watch while I cut this man, piece by piece. And X…” she pauses, stepping closer until her face takes up the entire camera. “I want you to fuck yourself while I do it.” She giggles and I groan at what it does to me.

My erection bulges against my zipper as my hand falls to cup it.

She’s radiating confidence. My little murdering toy. She could fit into my life. I could make space just for her in my line of work. A team. Scott was the closest thing and—my line of thought takes a hard right as I remember exactly why I’ve put distance between us. My reality slams into me and I want to scream Darius’ name to conjure him just so I can kill him and be done with it. But I can’t find him. No matter how hard I’ve tried and even the intel I’ve bought from other sources, he’s a ghost.

And this girl isn’t mine. Not in that way. I own her to use her and that’s it.

Brady screams and I blink as Puppet’s knife comes away bloody and a bleeding slash goes from his hairline through his left eye and down to his chin. She slices clean through the gag and it falls from his mouth. His cries of pain grow louder.

“I’m waiting,” she sing-songs and slides her hand down her abdomen and underneath the waist of her black leggings.

“Okay Puppet, I’ll play your game.”

Even if it is the most selfish act, I’ll ever do.

Twenty-Seven - Tess

Beady-Eyed-Brady’s pleas for mercywere music to my ears until X’s moans interlaced to make the most beautiful sonnet ever to exist. I salivate as I watch the pre-cum bead at the tip of his dick through my phone.

Standing at Professor Brady’s back, I widen my stance and lean forward to run my fingers across the blood smearing his chest as it drips from his now missing eye. Well, not missing per se, just gouged and beyond use. He’s had the audacity to pass out already, and the fun is just beginning. I hover my lips just outside his ear as X’s hand wraps around his cock and moves in slow, tantalizing motions from base to tip. My pussy clenches, pissed that his hand is getting the action it so desperately wants.

After his text, I decided to make the most of having his attention. I’ll be damned if he thinks I’ll be easy to forget.

“It’s fucking delicious, isn’t it?” I whisper and Brady mewls something I can’t make out. “I didn’t quite catch that. What did you say?”

“P—please, Tess. I w—won’t touch anyone else. I’ll quit. J—just let me g—go.”

I sigh deeply and drop my hand between my thighs and rub my clit through my thin leggings.

“What if I asked you to touch me?” I inquire and X’s motions stop.

“I don’t—” I cut off Brady’s words with my knife to his lips.

“Am I not attractive enough to get an A in your class?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “No—I mean, you’re exquisite—I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Puppet…” X says with death in his tone. “If he touches you…”

I flick my hair over my shoulder and glance at my phone.

“What if I asked you to kiss me,Professor Brady?”

X growls his disapproval, which only eggs me on. I spin and drop to my knees in front of Brady. He shakes as he gazes down at me with his one good eye.

“Kiss me,” I point to my cheek. “Right here.”

A commotion comes from my phone and I imagine X is adjusting it for a better view. Unsteadily, with his hands still bound behind his back, Brady presses his vile and cold lips to my cheek. I suppress the shudder that itches under my skin, and he leans back in a defeated slump of flesh and bones.

“And here,” I say, pointing to the hollow of my neck. His blood, sweat, and tears of pain and begging glisten against my skin.

“How does it feel to have all your power taken away?” I ask as I grip his limp cock in my hand and squeeze. Brady squirms, but his fight is useless. He has nowhere to run.

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