Page 40 of Our Dark Winter Wish

‘I think that’s a fantastic idea, Archie. I think my wife would love that very much.’

I’m thrown onto the table, and they slowly stand around me. My insides swirl with excitement as they all look down at me.

They are my predators. I am their prey.

Their Pixie.

‘You have a beautiful wife, Shaw,’ Dorian admires.

‘I certainly do,’ he agrees. ‘Tie her down.’

Dorian takes my wrists and secures them above my head to the legs of the table. Archie grips my ankles and pulls them down until my backside meets the edge of the wood and then secures them in place.

My heart rages in my chest, and my mouth becomes unbearably dry.

‘Look at you,’ Shaw sighs, looking me up and down. He grips my dress and tears it off me, leaving me naked and stretched out before them. ‘Yet again, you’re our little pixie, tied up and ready to be torn apart for our desires. But you will never beg for death again, my wonderful wife. This time, you will beg for more. And then you will beg for mercy.’

‘Trust us?’ Archie asks.

‘Completely,’ I reply, my voice already trembling.

Shaw reaches into my hair and pulls free the clip Dorian gave me. My hair falls free, and he removes the hidden needle. I watch its sharpened edge as it goes down to rest on my arm.

‘Another Christmas gift for you,’ he says. ‘If you want us to stop, say stop. Understood?’

I nod.

‘Count, Pixie. I want you to count.’

He cuts. Not deep and not for long, but just a little and enough to draw a few beads of blood.

Images flash behind my eyes as they always do. He grips my cheek and forces me to look at him.

‘Look at me and count.’

‘O-one,’ I manage.

He cuts again. Just the same as before. Not deep. More a scratch.

‘Two.’

Dorian’s mouth seals around my clit as Shaw cuts again.

‘Three,’ I whisper. Tears build in my eyes as Shaw caresses my cheek and looks deep into my eyes.

His eyes shimmer with green specks, and the pain I feel lessens.

He’s invoked the marriage union to claim half the pain.

Dorian’s tongue swirls between my legs, and I writhe against him.

Cut.

‘Four.’

Archie’s palm caresses my breasts. His touch is firm and demanding as he pinches and rolls my nipples in his fingers.

Cut.

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