Page 39 of Red Rabbit
“I enjoy all aspects of the art. The screams, the pain—the way the body reacts to the pain…If you want I could show you,” he said, an evil gleam in his eye. Johnson seemed to consider it for a moment and then nodded.
“Come cut her, I want to feel it.”
Roger’s eyes darkened and he nodded.
“Just watch the balls will you?” Johnson said with a laugh.
Roger chuckled and knelt down in front of them. I heard the snick of the switchblade and the woman on his lap started to struggle and resist.
“No, no, please—” she panted.
She tried to close her legs but Johnson locked them on either side of his. She couldn’t move. Roger pushed her dress up a little higher and placed the blade on the woman’s lower abdomen. Kraven’s hand stilled, his fingers digging hard into the junction at my thigh.
The following few minutes were barbaric. The woman shrieked, drawing the attention of the rest of the room and Johnson inhaled sharply as her entire body locked up in fear and pain at what Roger was doing to her.
“Yes, just like that,” Roger cooed.
His tone made me want to gag.
“God, that feels good when she strains like that,” Johnson moaned. Her screams combined with the thrashing seemed to drive Johnson’s arousal and by the time he came, there was blood everywhere and tears were running down my face at the horror I just witnessed.
The woman’s screams cut into my soul, tearing me apart and when Roger finally got up and went back to his seat, I was trembling in Kraven’s lap, my hand gripping the arm of the chair in a death grip. Kraven’s fingers were digging painfully into my leg and I could feel his anger through his touch even though on the outside he was composed and calm. He was obviously as disturbed by what he’d seen as I was.
Johnson groaned and pushed the limp, barely conscious, woman aside as two servers came over and handed him a towel to clean up. A moment later a guard dragged his woman away.
“I think I found a new kink, boys!” Johnson exclaimed, throwing back his drink with a hand covered in blood. The men laughed and Roger looked over at me, his eyes dark and sinister.
“Fancy a try?” He asked Kraven. “She looks like a screamer.”
I froze and a small choking sound escaped. I couldn’t breathe. Kraven tightened his hand on my thigh and I could have cried in relief when I saw Kraven shake his head.
“I prefer a different kind of screaming,” Kraven said in a barely civilized tone. He swirled his drink in his hands as he and Roger stared each other down, then he threw it back and turned his attention back to me. His fingers slid between my legs and found my clit. He made slow circles there and it took everything for me not to move or push his hand away. After what I just saw, I didn’t want anyone to touch me. As his fingers slid inside me, my anger flared—I wanted to kill them all. Kraven’s other hand tightened on my hip in warning when he sensed my anger and I caught his eye briefly. The fire in his eyes was a smoldering storm raging with a threat I couldn’t miss.
During all of that, Greg had come from the head his woman was giving him and she was once again sitting at his feet, looking shaken from having to witness what just happened. I was having trouble breathing still. My chest tightened in panic and I needed to get away from them. Even if only for a moment.
“I have to use the bathroom,” I said under my breath.
Kraven looked at me and I must have looked as white as I felt because he nodded and flicked his hand towards a door at the back. I hurried to the bathroom and walked into one of the stalls. There weren’t any doors but I leaned over one of the toilets and threw up until I was dry heaving. I slid down onto the tile and sobbed until I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t stop shaking. There weren’t any mirrors and I was thankful because I didn’t want to see what I looked like. I felt like a ghost. I was going to have nightmares about what happened to Johnson’s woman. I finally stood up, feeling clammy and weak. After I washed up in the sink, I took a deep breath and walked back out to Kraven. By the time I got back to him I was numb with shock. He reached out and pulled me back onto his lap, pushing apart my legs again.
“You just going to sit over there and finger your bitch like we’re in highschool, Kraven?” Greg asked with a smirk.
“You just want to see her pussy again,” Kraven shot back.
“Absolutely. She looks like she tastes amazing.”
“She does. What’s it worth to you?” I froze. Greg’s eyes lit up and he looked at me.
“500k to taste her,” he said.
“6 and you can have five minutes. I’ll even get her wet for you.”
“Done.”
My stomach dropped and I gasped in protest as Kraven slid me back on his lap and pulled my legs apart. My dress rode up all the way, exposing me to the room. I tensed and he growled in my ear where my head rested against his shoulder.
“No trouble or I’ll punish you later,” he breathed.
I stopped struggling. His hands traveled up both of my legs, parting my pussy to the room. I closed my eyes, not wanting tosee the reactions of the men. I felt Kraven’s fingers slide inside me and then drag my wetness to my clit.
