Page 7 of Our Little Dove

Her dress clings to her, accentuating her delicious curves. I have to stop myself from ripping it off her body as I hold her in my arms.

Kieran walks ahead and opens the basement door, holding it as I enter with our gorgeousguest. Once the three of us are downstairs, Kieran starts with the video equipment, making sure it is set up and ready, while I secure our latest plaything.

I can hear her whimpering softly and breathing heavily as she slumps against the wall when I put her down. Her head lolls as I tie her feet and secure her hands behind her back with my rope,and my cock grows hard as I weave intricate knots, feeling her soft skin under my fingertips.

The faint echo of her screams from earlier still resonates in my mind. “Better work fast,” I mutter. “She should wake up soon.”

“I think that’s enough, Fin. She’s not going anywhere,” Kieran muses as he steps closer to get a better look at her. The storm rages outside, casting ominous shadows through the small, tarnished windows of the basement. The two of us stand side by side, taking a moment to appreciate the sight before us.

“Pretty, isn’t she?” I whisper, afraid that my usual register might wake her sooner than expected. I let my fingers brush against his hand, taking advantage of our proximity.

“That is an understatement,” he remarks, remaining unmoving for a moment before turning on his heel with a sigh and starts toward the stairs.

What’s up with him?

The cold concrete floor and distant echoes of the wind and rain serves as the perfect eerie backdrop for the twisted game we are going to play.

I finish setting up the room, keeping a close eye on Alex. I don’t want her to wake up while I’m down here without my mask.

I am deep in thought as I ascend the stairs, locking the door behind me when I reach the ground floor. I am still surprised some woman, Molly Bensen, I believe, emailed us via our website.

At first, I didn’t buy the whole “asking for a friend” spiel she gave us in her message, but I stand corrected. She filled out the forms and gave us everything we need on Alex Peterson along with written consent, on her behalf, of course. We planned everything a few days ago and the anticipation has been delicious.

Tonight, we will bring her twisted fantasy to life and make some memorable content.

I notice Kieran’s gaze burning into the side of my face, stealing my attention away from the screen and unconscious, sexy little thing bound in the corner. “What?” I turn and flick my eyes to meet his. “You like her too?” he questions.

His question catches me off guard, eliciting a low chuckle from deep within my chest. I glance at the screen again before returning his gaze with a curious smirk. “Does that bother you, brother?” I taunt, my voice thick with amusement. “Are you getting possessive already?”

Kieran’s expression shifts, a mixture of curiosity and determination dancing across his face. “Not necessarily… Just observing.” He pauses, as if savoring the intrigue that lingers in the air.

I decide to indulge him, allowing a hint of playfulness to seep into my words. “You want to play around before making the content?”

His brow furrows as he tries to make sense of my enigmatic statement. With a slight tilt of his head and a smirk ghosting his lips, he gestures for me to elaborate further.

Grinning like the Cheshire cat, I oblige. “We wait for her to wake up and make her feel safe, as if this is the fantasy kidnapping her friend tried to arrange through our website. In her mind, we’re just actors her friend hired to play the part in her fantasy. We can film everything while we fuck with her, like cats playing with a wounded bird before the big finale.”

Kieran’s interest piques and he steps closer to me, eager to grasp the depth behind my words. Alex stirs in the corner, and I lower my voice conspiratorially and lean in.

“You see, we’ll feed her false hope, make her feel like she’s living out her fantasy. Then, we’ll introduce some terror and make her think she has a chance to escape. We should make her feel like she’s lost time. Oh, how fun it’ll be to watch the confusion on that pretty face as she tries to piece things together. It’ll be a fun little game of chase, and while we’re at it, we can document it all. A pleasant reminder for our personal viewing pleasure.”

Kieran’s eyes narrow, but I don’t miss the interest burning bright in his gaze. I can tell he is hesitant as he remains silent, mulling it over.

“Sounds like a plan, right?” I say, a sinister smile forming on my lips as I pull my white mask from the bag he dropped near the doorway and toss him the black one.

We got the masks a couple of months ago when we first started working as… "content creators". They have been our signature looks for our videos since the creators must be anonymous. It seemed appropriate, given the names we received years ago. Black and white—Kieran and Fintan.

The folks running the orphanage named us when we were young, abandoned, and forgotten. We were too young to remember our birth names, so the nuns named us. Kieran had been there about a year before I got there, according to their stories. They saw us as opposites but connected. “Kindred souls,” they used to say. His dark hair and jade green eyes gave Kieran a dark, quiet, and mysterious aura; I, on the other hand, was perceived as "light and curious".

Looking back on their reasoning, I’d say it's pretty funny, given how we turned out.

In those early days, we roamed the halls of the orphanage like ghosts, moving quietly amongst the whispers of thestaff. We knew nothing about our families or where we came from, just bits and pieces of memories that didn’t make sense. But Kieran and I found comfort in each other’s company, creating adventures in our imaginations to escape our lonely and fucked up reality.

They treated us like dogs from day one and after years of abuse, we decided to stick together—even after we turned eighteen and were allowed to leave that prison of young, lost and abandoned souls like us. We are not related but Kieran became my brother in that hell.

Sometimes, I find myself wondering about the past and where we came from but from the hushed conversations we overheard whenever the staff checked in on us; I decided to keep the past where it belongs rather than knowing what happened to us at such a young age.

Dismissing the unpleasant thoughts from the past, we put on our masks and I head down to the basement. Kieran remains upstairs to check the camera angles once more, and as soon as I enter the cold, dark room, I move into the shadows just as Alex stirs again. She groans and I can hear her shift on the floor.

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