Page 13 of Thorns Laced In Blood

I enjoyed Master humiliating her, and I enjoyed the pain to assuage my twisted thoughts, but tonight, all I could think of was the knife that was only a metre away from me. He put his foot on her back and pushed her against me.

“Get your tongue all over. I need her wet,” he said, but his eyes were on me.

The same eyes that I had nightmares of. I felt the girl’s tongue slide up and spit on me before she licked around my pussy while Master began to rub his length. His dick was longer than most of the men I’d been with, but it wasn’t overly thick like some. No matter how much I hated him, my body reacted to him. He ensured that within the first year I spent with him.

“Bitch two lie on the mattress, and bitch one lie on top of her,” he said with a sinister smile.

I didn’t react to the name-calling. There was only so much you could listen to before his words lost meaning. The position wasn’t unusual, and we followed his instructions. I sat up but kept my eyes on him, nervous about turning my back on him.

The way he narrowed his eyes on me made me move. The girl lay on her back as I clambered onto the mattress. We were the same but not the same. Our lives were the same. We were given shower privileges once a week, a daily pill, and dealing with theMaster’s demands. She withdrew from life and any connection we could have had.

I climbed on top of her, kneeling over her to wait for the Master’s instructions. The girl’s brown eyes looked tired, and the dark circles under her eyes had a detached look. She wasn’t looking at me as much as through me. I didn’t like what I saw because she was my future. The master was manipulative since he had pitted us against one another for nearly two years.

“Open up,” Master said, and I opened my mouth.

His hand came between us, and he put a small white pill into the girl’s mouth before placing one on my tongue. I gathered my saliva to swallow the pill down, wondering how I could take his dick but not a pill. I kept my eyes on the girl when Master moved my hair to one side, and the unmistakable feel of the cold blade ran down my back.

He raised the knife to my shoulder blade to make his first cut of the night. The sting of pain made me hiss as the blade cut into my skin. I hated him for making me enjoy the pain. The fact that he was the first man to ruin me. I hated him. Yet I relied on him to keep me alive. Blood ran down my back, and I waited for him to cut me again.

“Kiss her and suck on her nipples,” he said, pushing my head down.

The girl’s eyes had dilated, and her pupils were larger, but they made her face look deathly pale. Her eyes could have been reacting to the drugs or the fear of his knife. I closed the gap between us and kissed her. Her lips tasted of me, and I licked them before slipping my tongue into her mouth. She didn't respond at first, but slowly, she began to kiss me back.

Master moved onto the mattress, and the springs groaned under his weight. He pushed the girl's legs apart before heconcentrated on my back again. I leaned down to her breasts. The right one had a bite mark on it, but I started to lick her nipples before sucking one into my mouth. Her grunt and Master’s movements behind me made me look at her face.

Whatever he gave us worked because her eyes were closed, but she was turned on. There wasn't any discomfort showing, and her breathing was faster. I began to suck on her nipples again, feeling the warm haze of the drugs take over.

The knife pressed against me again, and I moved toward it, raising my shoulder. He made the incision, and the pain surged through me again. Each time Master moved, he rocked me forward, and I gripped my hands on the lumpy mattress.

“Your turn, doll,” he said as he moved again but he pulled my head up by gripping my hair.

I followed his lead and kept my head up as I felt him pushing his cock inside of me. My eyelids dropped, and I allowed myself to push back on him. He laughed, but it sounded distant.

“A well-behaved whore,” he said, releasing my hair before he started to fuck me. “Rub my doll’s clit. It’s her birthday.”

The girl moved her hand between us and started to rub me. The sensations built up, and I began to pant. The pain mingled with the pleasure from their duel assault.

“Such a tight cunt after all these years, and it’s all mine,” he moaned, moving faster. “But I want your arsehole tonight.”

He didn't pull out, and I glanced down at the girl. Her eyes were open, but there was anger in them. We were both off our faces with his drugs, and she still fell for his shit. Master pulled out, and I heard him spit before he placed his cock against my asshole. It was a no-lube night, but the pill he gave me made everything better. I moaned when he pushed into me.

“Finger her pussy,” Master said as his length eased into my ass, only to pull back. “Yes, do you feel my dick in your ass?”

I nodded as he forged his way back in. The pain was vague, like the cuts on my back. I hardly felt them. The girl pushed her fingers inside my pussy, moving them in tandem with Master’s thrusts. This time when he began to groan, I knew he was ready to cum.

“Look at her, doll,” he said, leaning over me and touching my back with his chest.

I glanced down at the girl but froze as the knife glinted in front of me. It didn't touch me, but I saw blood. There was too much. The girl began to gurgle, and her hands left my body as she tried to stop the bleeding. I was still trying to process what had happened when Master pushed me onto the dying girl and started to pummel me with his cock.

“I told you that I would break you,” he panted as he continued to push my body against the girl’s.

I tried to find words, but they slipped through my fingers like smoke. The girl’s face was before me, but I stared behind her eyes. They were wide, terrified, then slack. Empty. Tears rolled down my face as I tried to avert my gaze. Instead, I watched the pool of blood grow larger. I barely felt Master pumping harder as he came inside my ass.

I couldn't take my eyes off the girl because this would be my fate one day.

Like an elastic band, something snapped inside of me. Five years of living in this basement, two of them with the girl who lay beneath me. Dead. There was never an opportunity to run away. Perhaps if we had worked together, we may have had a chance, but Master had kept us in a constant cycle of terror and conflict. It was too late now. I couldn't protect her or myself.

Someone was wailing. The sound grew louder until I realised the tortured sounds were mine. The girl’s eyes were dead. So much blood. He kept me pinned on top of her. His laughter echoed beside my ear.

---