Page 71 of Savage Keepsakes

Holding the drill, I move to the head of the table. “Ready? It’s showtime!”

Moving her hair out of the way, I hold her face as I start the power tool. The metal drives through the temple of her skull.

Small fragments of bone scatter near her ear as crimson drops of blood trickle down onto the metallic surface, and yet her unwavering stare remains fixed on me.

At the squishing noise, I turn off the drill. Leaning towards the hole, I shine a flashlight on it. Fucking fascinating—she’s alive with a gaping spot in her skull. I must have pushed too hard. The torn membrane reveals a tightly coiled organ.

I can’t resist and insert my finger into the opening, needing to know if the brain is slimy, but it isn’t. Hmm, interesting.

I cover the hole with her hair. Don’t want to startle our young buck yet.

Walking out of the room and grabbing a rope, I tie it around his neck. He whimpers and cries, and I’m sure he’s not used to a rod being jammed in his dick.

I lead him toward her, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

“Ready for the fun?” I ask him.

He stares at her naked body before glancing back at me. “You want to watch us make love?”

“Sorta.”

“Then you’ll let us go?” he asks, reaching out and stroking her face.

“I’ll set you free then,” I tell him.

“Okay.” He sounds unsure, but walks toward the table to reach her body. I jerk on the rope.

“Her head,” I say, and he looks at me in horror.

I grin under the mask, flipping her long locks back and nodding at it. His face loses colour rapidly. He shuffles next to her skull.

A giant exhale leaves his lips before he lines up with the hole and slips inside effortlessly. His pencil dick fits great, but some dudes might have some trouble. I’ll tell Lou about that.

My attention shifts back to the idiot standing in front of me. He clutches her face, his hands trembling with desperation. His fingers are white as he pulls her hair.

“Does it feel good?” I ask. Her eyes are closed. She’ll be fucked up after this, if not outright brain-dead.

“Different. Doable. Kinda like fucking soft serve ice cream.”

He goes to town, lowering his hand to clutch her tit. “Fucking bitch. I love you so much, and all you ever do is humiliate me. Make me your damn slave and yet you can never pull your own head out of your ass.”

Didn’t see this coming, but apparently my dude’s got some pent-up rage. He rips chunks of her hair out and slows his thrusting. Ryder continues to fondle her, his low groans filling the air.

This is much more intense than before, and my interest is waning. I’m not into watching other people fuck. The rope slips from my hand, landing on the floor. I lean casually against the stall door.

“You never let me see my mom after we got together. You always made me choose you over everyone. Time I’ll never get back, and now we’re stuck here and you’re the reason we’ll never leave.”

He spits on her face and smacks her tits before he grips her cheeks again. Ryder’s nails dig in, tearing through the delicate flesh as his thrusts become erratic. I recognize the signs of impending orgasm.

“Bitch, you weren’t worth the years, not worth my fucking life, and as if I finally get to fuck you after all this time, it has to be your warm brain.” He groansout the last few words, and his ass clenches as he fills the hole with his come. It leaks out through the gap as he pulls out.

“Feel better?”

He looks horrified. His attention drops to her and back to me. “What have I done? I’ve killed her. Oh, my beautiful lover,” he sobs.

Gross. Fucking weirdo.

I get closer. He’s still latched onto her, snot running down his face and smearing on her flesh. I sigh and grab my scalpel to peel off the pieces of her skin.

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