Page 25 of Our Little Dove

“What do you want me to do with this?” Kieran asks as he waves the knife in the air, and I don’t miss the mischievous glint in his green eyes hidden beneath his black mask.

“Sign our work of fucking art. I want our names forever scarred into her, claiming our work as I paint her with blood and cum.”

Her warm mouth feels amazing wrapped around my cock. Tilting the camera and zooming in on her pretty little face as I fuck her throat while holding her head at the perfect angle by her soft hair, is making me harder than I ever thought possible.

Kieran gets to work on her lower back, carving our names beautifully into our new favorite plaything. He lifts his head from his handy work, and I can tell he is smiling beneath his mask as his eyes meet mine.

I let the camera pan over our names as Kieran drops the blade onto the floor and wipes his hand through the blood to reveal the clean, precise cuts.

Setting the camera down, I grab him by his throat while we fuck her and plant a kiss on him. Mask to mask. He groans andreciprocates, lost in the moment and palms the side of my face, his fingers digging into the once stark-white fabric.

Saturday, 4:12 AM

Joel and I arrived back at my place – angry and exhausted. We had a pretty big fight in the car on the way to Alex’s and things have been awkward since.

To our surprise, she wasn’t home and that filled me with even more dread since I couldn’t track her location. Her phone is still dead and has been since around seven last night.

“Joel, you want some coffee while we wait for sunrise?” I ask, my voice coming out meek as I shuffle nervously through the small kitchen. “Sure.” He hasn’t looked at me once since we got back. He has been typing and scrolling on his phone since we left Alex’s house, and my anxiety is taking its toll.

“I’m sorry! Please can we just start over and fix this before heading out to find Alex? I’m sure she’s safe… She’ll turn up soon, I know it.”

I can’t blame him for not wanting to look at me; my outburst in the car was uncalled for. I never should have made that deal with Alex.

Sure, I’m ecstatic about how my date went; it was better than I had dreamed, but now I’m desperate to make amends, and find my missing best friend—his cousin, and restore the vibe we had mere hours ago.

I take a deep breath and muster the courage to speak again. “Joel, I know I messed up. I should have never agreed to that deal with Alex. I was just so caught up in my own excitement about going out with you, that I didn’t think about the consequences of her fantasy.”

Joel looks up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of rage and frustration. “It’s not just about the deal, Molly,” he says. “It’s about last night. My cousin might be missing or hurt, and we spend the night getting drunk and fucking without a care in the world.”

Tears well up in my eyes as I reach out to hold his hand, desperately searching for any sign of forgiveness. “I’m so sorry, Joel, maybe she just went out for drinks and forgot to charge her phone.” I whisper.

He shakes his head and continues, “Unlikely. She would have been home by now. I guess I also got caught up in the excitement so you can’t take all the blame. Alex is the only family I have. I can’t lose her. I won’t.”

Joel remains silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on our intertwined hands. Then, with a sigh, he meets my eyes. “Give me your word that when we find her, you will not fulfill your end of the deal,” he demands.

“I promise.” A glimmer of acceptance and understanding flickers in his eyes, and for the first time since last night, I allow myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there’s still a chance for redemption as he leans in and places a kiss on my forehead.

“Let’s get some sleep before we head out again.” He says while stroking my hair as I rest my head against his shoulder.

I nod, feeling a slight tinge of relief that his anger feels directed at the situation rather than at me. We may be in the midst of a crisis, but at least we’re facing it together. Closing my eyes, I let myself be enveloped by the warmth of his presence and the faint scent of his cologne, finding solace in the fact that, despite everything, he is choosing to stay with me and search for Alex together.

Saturday, 11:07 AM

I wake up in my car, suffering from a terrible headache and body pain. Shifting in my seat, I adjust to the bright morning sun streaming through the windows of my Kia.

Why the fuck am I in my car?

Looking down, confusion takes over as I notice broken glass scattered within the car and a shattered passenger window. Hundreds of questions flood my mind.

What happened? What am I wearing? Why does everything hurt?

My throat feels sore, and swallowing is painful. I am dressed in men’s boxers and an oversized T-shirt without shoes.

Trying to piece together the events of last night, I mutter to myself, “What happened to my clothes?”

My head is throbbing, and memories of last night remain hazy. Glancing around, I realize that I am parked in an old parking structure near my house. Retrieving my keys and phone from the cup holder, I notice my purse spilled out on the seat alongside the shattered window fragments.

Unfortunately, my phone is dead and irreparably cracked.Weird.Was I mugged?Did I hit my head?

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