Page 43 of Savage Keepsakes

Slipping into the back of the shop, my focus runs over the different sounding rods. Metal seems more my pace. I can sharpen the tip to make the experiment interesting.

Thick carpet under my shoes makes me feel like I’m going to trip, but I make my way over to the aisle for what I need. I scan over the large sizes and grasp the package of a pretty little stainless steel butt plug with a green gem.

I’ll order online for other toys I need in the future, but I want to help her with writing and stress relief immediately.

Driving through the downtown core, I park by the busy street and wait. Leaning against the headrest, I roll down the passenger window. I watch as intoxicated individuals stumble, pouring from the bars and walking along the sidewalks like zombies.

Several taxis arrive and depart, people still staggering around. Different cars come and pick up groups of partiers.

Suddenly, there is a loud rap on the window. Giggles rush out from a tall skinny blonde as she stumbles over her heels.

“Are you my Uber driver?” she asks.

I glance behind her, two more girls appearing. Any other night, I would be amazed at this unexpected gift.

“Nah, sorry sweetheart,” I mumble and watch them walk back down the sidewalk, falling over each other as they get to the next car.

“Hey, can I catch a ride with you?” A man with a shaved head leans his hand against the hood of the car, peering into the window. I notice a pretty brunette behind him clutching his shirt.

“Sure can.”

They stumble around for a minute before getting in the back. He rattles off the address, and she cuddles against his shoulder.

“Good night?” I ask.

“Decent. How’s driving been? Lot of rides tonight?”

“Alright amount. Gaggle of drunk girls tried to get in before you, but I didn’t wanna have to hose down the car in the morning.”

He laughs loudly as I drive.

“Name’s Brian. We moved here recently.” He stares down at the girl beside him, who seems to pass in and out of sleep.

“She’s a fucking lightweight,” he utters. “Sage, wake up.”

I pull off the main street and head for the country road. My gaze roams from the lane to the rearview to watch his reactions, but he’s so focused on his girlfriend it’s fucking perfect.

When we reach the house, I drive straight back to the barn, parking behind it so my car isn’t visible from the driveway. After I grab the keys and get out, I pop the trunk and pull out the crowbar.

Brian opens the rear door, pulling his medium frame out of the Cruze. He stumbles over nothing and places a hand on the car before staring at me.

“This isn’t our house.”

“And I ain’t your fucking Uber driver.”

I grin and bash his knees with the metal. The crunching of bones fills the air as he stumbles to the ground.

With a quick glance into the car, I see she’s asleep. I grab him from under the arms and pull him along the dirt into the barn. Dropping him in the stall, I pull down the restraints and hoist him up.

Wiping the sweat off my face with the bottom of my black tee, I walk back out to the Cruze and grab the girl.

I lift her onto my shoulder, the scent of alcohol emanating from her skin. I lay her on the sturdy wooden table, securing the cuffs around her wrists, waiting for one of them to wake up.

I stroll through the barn and snag my silver paper mâché mask, along with all the tools I want to use. Walking to the hallway, I switch on the CD player and place the mixed disc in.

Music fills the area as I grab the new urethra rods, bringing them over to my knife sharpener as I work at making one end pointy.

“The fuck’s happening?” Brian yells out, the chains rattling.

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