Page 26 of Thorns Laced In Blood

“You outlasted them all,” he said as my heart pounded from his sickening words. “Every test, every punishment, you passed. My doll deserves a reward for following all of Daddy’s instructions.”

I blinked as he rubbed my wet clit and fingered my asshole. The pill, his touch, made me crave more. I had no fight left in me anymore. I needed more.

“Cut me, Daddy,” I whispered because pain was the only thing left to feel.

The corners of his eyes creased, and his delighted chuckle filled the room. He pulled his fingers out of me and wiped his fingers over my belly and pelvis before he picked the knife up again. I closed my eyes as he worked the knife over my arms.

The sharp tip sliced me open until all the festering nastiness inside of me oozed out. He moved to my thighs, scoring my skin again, but this time, he sliced across instead of down.

“To think I almost let you die in that coffin,” he mused as I felt his cock bump against my pussy.

I opened my eyes to see where the knife was. The pain helped me focus. While he started to fuck my pussy, my brain switched off. I visualised the sunny beach my dad had taken me to. The devil’s words continued, but I ignored them and sank into the pain, lost in the memories.

After a short while, I felt his cock pull out, and he traced it down to my asshole. He pressed his cock against my asshole, pausing as the head slipped in. I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with an unreadable expression. He began to rock his hips, forging his way inside.

“Ah. Ahhhh,” I moaned as he stuck it to me, plunging deeper.

“Shhh, shhh, your real daddy never made you feel this full, did he?” he crooned, making me swallow at his vile words.

His hand clamped down on my neck, his body towering over me as he began to grind himself into me, hurting me. His rapid thrusts were deep and hard. The position left me open and exposed.

“I know, baby, I know it hurts,” he said, squeezing my throat. “That's why Daddy's here. To teach you how to love the pain.”

His grip loosened, allowing me to breathe again before he tightened it again. He was slamming his cock into me with a brutal force. He needed to hurt me, needed to be in control.The screeching groans of the bed joined my moans of pain and pleasure.

“My doll. Look at this tiny hole being stretched out by your Daddy,” he said, releasing my throat to grab my hair.

He yanked my head up until I could see his cock driving into me like a battering ram. The pain merged with the pain from the cuts, and I begged for more. Daddy growled before he released my hair, placing his hand on the bed. His icy blue eyes pierced mine as he drove balls deep inside of me. The restraints held me in place. All I could do was stare into his eyes.

“You’re my perfect whore. Daddy is never letting you go, doll,” he said as sweat beaded on his forehead. “Yes, feel Daddy deep inside your arsehole.”

His head moved back as his body hit mine. He went in too deep. I gasped and started to pant in time with his punishing thrusts.

“Feel it!” he roared, slamming into me relentlessly.

My body began to shake, and I was floating in the air before a vivid white burst of light exploded. Daddy swore, but I was in my own world of pleasure. I knew I’d become as sick as the Devil.

“Fucking tight, little whore.” His words burst through my bubble.

He pulled out of me, and I opened my eyes to see Bear in his hand. His groans filled the room, and I watched in horror as his cum landed on Bear. The rapid movement of his hand continued until there was no more cum. He glanced at me before he rubbed the excess cum from his dick onto Bear’s cream fur.

“Look how much your bear loves you,” he crooned, smearing his cum from the teddy's fur onto my lips. “Lick it clean. Be a good girl for both of us.”

With a cruel smile, he watched me lick Bear’s fur before he placed him beside my head.

“When I'm done with you, no one will recognise you, but I will. I'll always know you, doll,” he said, his voice cold and detached before he blinked and his creepy smile returned.

He was silent when he cleaned my cuts before releasing my legs from the bed. The white sheets had smears of blood on them. I couldn’t look at Bear, but I eyed up the bottles of water that I could use to clean him. When the devil began to gather everything he brought up, I stared at the stain on the ceiling. I was the fourth doll. All the previous ones had perished. A sharp pinch on my nipple made me glance up at him. He only wore his trousers with his shirt hanging open.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered, wishing I had more pills.

“And?”

“I love you, Daddy,” I said, forcing the words out.

He released my nipple and reached for my jaw, squeezing it until I opened my mouth.

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