Page 41 of Dark Prince

“Sit the fuck down.” I say as I punch him in the face.

“I don’t have any knives here.” Cordelia sighs.

“There’s a full set of things you’re going to need in the trunk little deer, I made sure you’d have what you needed.” I reach into my pocket and hand her the key. “If you leave I will find you.”

“No way I’m leaving right now, I’m too excited for this.”

“Excited for what? Knives? Oh god.” Branden starts crying. Why do grown men keep crying at the thought of Cordelia slicing them up? She’s just a tiny human with a big personality, oh and I suppose the thirst for blood could be off putting to normal people. But this asshole likes to rape unconscious women, I guess they can’t say no if you don’t have to ask. Sick bastard.

Cordelia reappears faster than I expect and hands me the key back. “When can I start?” She asks, bouncing on her toes.

“Please, I’ll tell you whatever you want.” Branden cries out.

“Oh gross, he’s a crier?” Her shoulders drop in disappointment, that’s exactly what I thought. I guess the whole,great minds think alike thing,is true.

“I’ll grab a kitchen chair and you unroll the plastic that's in the bag.” I point down to the black bag in her hands and she nods.

As I walk through this sort of dirty house, and by dirty I don’t mean lived in, I mean there’s fucking dust and actual dirt and leaves in the house, I realize that Cordelia is about to turn me on in the best possible way and my dick is still covered in her already. Which means she’s still dripping cum out of her pussy. The thought of her underwear soaked from me makes my dick hard, great.

I picked up the small wooden kitchen chair and made my way back into the living room where Branden is watching my girl. My blood starts to boil until I look at her, wrestling with the plastic. She looks ridiculous as the clear sheet lays over her head as she tries unfolding it.

“Little deer.” I say softly. “The plastic goes on the floor under you, not on you.”

She pulls it off her head and huffs, “I’m aware!” She snaps as she fluffs the plastic out like a sheet, letting it fall to the ground. “See, I’m not an idiot.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Branden says, making us both look at him. “What? That was weird.”

“You were just crying. You don’t get a say.” Cordelia as she smooths out one of the corners. “Also, you’re not even tied up, why haven’t you tried to run?” She pops a hip out and places her hand on it.

“He hits hard.” Branden says, nodding his head towards me. “Plus I figured whatever you want to know, I’ll just tell you and hopefully you’ll just leave without actually hurting me.” He states far too calmly for my taste.

“Oh, Branden.” I sigh as I drag the chair over. “Move to the chair.” I place the chair in the center of the plastic and put my hands on the back of it, leaning over to look at him. He pops up and moves over without a single word. His cooperation to his own demise is a little unsettling, I don’t think he quite understands what’s actually about to happen. Then again a man who rapes women who don’t know they’re being raped is a special kind of breed.

Cordelia looks at me, her brows furrowing in confusion and I shake my head at her to not push it. I just pick up the rope and tie his hands and legs together, looping it around and through the chair. When I’m finish, I move off the plastic and sit down in the chair he was in and cross my leg up on my knee, ready to watch her work.

?Chapter Twenty Three

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