Page 29 of Beg for Death
"You're a sick fucking freak," Cameron’s words were spat at me.
Ezra pointed to the couch, snapping his fingers. I moved like a well-trained dog. I skipped over to it and stopped short as the chain held fast. He sighed and came over to me. He knelt next to me and put in the code for the cuff. It fell away and I was free to move.
"Don't get up unless I tell you to."
I felt a genuine smile tug at my lips. "Yes, Daddy."
I took up a spot on the couch and curled my feet up. My ankle sported a dark red ring where the cuff always rubbed. I felt naked without it there. Ezra’s only taken it off a few times since I'd been with him, and every single time it came off, he put it back on within the hour.
At first, it was annoying but now it was starting to bother me that it wasn't there. I kept glancing down at my ankle as if expecting the metal chain to be there and to rattle every single time I moved. I adjusted a few times until I was comfortable.
“Looks like I have an audience,” Ezra purred. “Might as well put on a show,” he said to Cameron.
I felt even more special. I sat up as he dragged the sharp end of the blade over Cameron's chest. His flesh parted, blood bubbling to the surface.
Not being the one to do it made it a bit more tolerable. The screams Camreon let out were similar to the sound a pig made. Ezra seemed unfazed by the ear-splitting sound and continued to cut away. He grabbed Cameron's nipple and smiled as he cut it off and did the same to the other. All that was left were two bloody spots.
I rubbed my chest, wincing at the thought of having that done. Maybe I'd ask Ezra about piercing my nipples. I'd never really thought about it before but it could be nice. He seemed to like to play with my nipples.
"He used to hit you, right?" Ezra asked, pulling me from my wayward thoughts.
"Yes."
"He liked it!" Camreon shouted. He shook his head as if denying he'd hurt me even when I said I didn't want it.
"Did you?"
I shook my head. I wanted to back then but Camreon's hits were nothing more than him using me as a punching bag.
"There you have it."
"No! Fuckl Felix. Help me, you fat useless fuck!"
Ezra took the hilt of his blade and slammed it down on Cameron's mouth. A few white shards flew up and landed on the floor. I squinted, making out bits of broken teeth tinged orange from his blood.
"I told you not to speak to him." Ezra grabbed hold of Cameron’s hands, spreading his fingers, and overpowering him with ease.
Seeing how he could easily take on Cameron had my cock hard and need blazing under the surface.
He sliced into Cameron’s fingers like he was cutting a slice of an apple. The screams that retched from Cameron filled the cabin. I brought my hands up to my face, peeking between mydigits as he repeated the motion on each hand until all my ex had were nubs.
"Please no… no… no more."
"Don't lose heart yet," Ezra said, tapping his blood-covered hand against Cameron's cheek. The wet sound was familiar in that sickening way. "I'm just getting started, and I really need this."
I dropped my hands and sat up a bit more, determined to make it through this. Ezra pulled something out his back pocket and opened the cap before waving it under Cameron's nose. My ex's entire body jolted, his eyes far more alert than they'd been moments ago.
"Good. Oh, I heard you enjoyed fucking around. Cheaters never sat right with me." Ezra moved toward Cameron's crotch, and I couldn't contain the small bubble of anticipation that took up root.
"I'm thory," Cameron whimpered.
He sounded so pathetic. Maybe it finally clicked in his head how he'd made me feel our entire relationship. I still made no move to try and help him. I already knew there was no point.
"What was that? You got a lisp going on there." Ezra cut away his pants and grabbed Cameron's flaccid cock. "This is what you allowed to dominate you."
My cheeks flushed.
"Did you ever cum?" Ezra asked, his head tilted back as he looked at me. His eyes were dark, almost flat, but shining with something I did not understand. I swallowed hard.
