Page 103 of Depravity

Well, well, well.

“She’s recovering well.”

A deep well. One filled with water, one sloshing and slurping and making a mess.

God I’m thirsty, so thirsty.

“Drink,” I gasp.

I think I could drink the ocean. I could swim in it too. Swim far away like a mermaid. Swim deep, where no one can catch me.

“Will you behave?”

I will. I chant. I will. I will. I will.

Cold smooth glass presses to my lips, I open my mouth like chasm and water pours in. It fills the darkness in me, it topples out, down my chin, onto my chest like a wave from a tsunami.

“For fucks sake.” He snaps. “Swallow it then.”

Swallow. That’s a bird. A pretty bird. I used to watch them from the window, used to wonder why they were free, and I was caged.

I guess now, it doesn’t matter, does it?

I blink again, trying to sit up but my body is too heavy.

I’m a dead weight. I’m dead.

A giggle escapes my lips, but it doesn’t make sense.

It’s not funny. Funny.

Conrad looks funny. His face is blurred, his beautiful, awful features look so distorted as he leans down to stare at me.

“Sleep, Doll, you need to sleep.”

Like a baby. A baby doll.

I want to wrap my arms around myself, I want to lie in a cradle and rock.

Rock.

Rock asleep.

Like a baby.

It’s so hard to leave her, to know she’s lying there like my perfect princess, in my bed.

The way she stares at me now makes my cock hard.

I want to fuck her, I want to hold her down and see how she takes me now that she’s fixed.

Will she ride me? No, she can’t do that, her legs won’t allow that. But I could hold her up, I could prop her up, I could tie her legs with rope and move her around like a marionette and she’d be so willing.

I can see it in her face.

I can see the way she needs it too. She wants it. That ice pick thing might have addled her brains, might have taken away bits of her brain, but the conditioning is still there.

She wants to be fucked.

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