Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
“If you set that fucking Texas tits shirt in here, I swear to god, I will stab you.”
He smiles. And I’ve seen Sebastian smile. But that version of him was just a mana twenty-something guy who didn’t take his fucking job seriously and who, I’m pretty sure, was sampling the products from the pharmacy.
He was beautiful, and he played ignorant well enough that I believed it. I wonder who taught him how to lie like that.
Bone Saw, on the other hand, I’ve only heard smiling. I didn’t expect him to be beautiful.
“I’ll find something else, okay?” He reaches for me again, resting his hand on the nape of my neck, and then leans in and kisses me on the lips. Still in shock, I don’t kiss him back at all. Frowning, he turns toward the door. He pauses with his hand on the knob, looking back to add, “I do care about you, Teagan.”
“I’d hate to see what it would look like if you didn’t.”
He nods. “Yeah, you would.”
When the door clicks shut, I strip down and step under the spray, washing the dirt and blood from my skin.
And when I step out, there are clothes waiting on the countermy own clothes. Not exactly eager to face him again, I take my time dressing, lingering in the bathroom while listening to him on the other side of the door. But I have to face him at some point, right?
“Hey,” he says when I step into the bedroom. “There’s water and something for the pain.”
I pop the white pill into my mouth, wash it down, and then sit on the edge of the bed.
“These are my clothes,” I say.
“Yeah. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“These are my clothes that River bought for me. How did you get them?”
“From the tour bus,” he says. “I’ll give them back to you.”
I crawl into bed, pull the covers over my body, and stare up at the ceiling.
“What’s wrong?” Sebastian asks, caressing my cheek. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? That’s what you saidskin to touch ” He presses his lips to my shoulder. “My mouth on your body.”
“You lied to me. Everyone fucking lies to me. I’m so tired of it.”
“I never said that I wasn’t Sebastian.”
“Is that your real name, or your real fake name?” I ask.
“Sebastian Torres is my real name,” he says. “But I don’t exist anywhere on paper anymore. I like to hear it sometimes, too. Just not as this. I lied about growing up in the PhilippinesI’ve never been therebut my mother did. I do speak Tagalog along with seven other languages. And everything else I’ve told you as both things is true. I don’t talk to the De Rossis.”
“What’s the point in speaking eight languages when you’re not allowed to talk?”
“I do a lot of listening. And other things, too. Besides, I had a lot of motivation to learn very quickly.”
“What kind of motivation?”
He sits up and pulls his shirt over his head, and I gasp when I see itthe motivation. His entire back is covered in angry, red scars. Some in thick ropes running down his back and below his waistline as if from a whip. Others are deep burn marks or knife wounds, and chunks of his skin are missing.
“Does it hurt?” I ask.
“No,” he says. “Not now.”
“And the person who raised you did this to you? To motivate you to learn languages?”
“That and other things. Science, medicine, surgical proceduresI did save the big blonde idiot’s fucking life, by the way”
“Luca is not stupid,” I snap.
“And to motivate me to killanimals first, then people. He brought me a puppy one day. About a week later, he told me to kill it. A man with a mask hurt me until I did it. I wasn’t born like this, I was made.” He turns back toward me, propping his head on his elbow and running his fingertips down my arms. “The first one really is the only one that’s hard, isn’t it? After that, it’s all just blood and meat and bones.”
“Why don’t you just leave?”
“I’ll never leave. I can’t explain it, but I won’t.”
“I would go with you,” I say softly.
“Now, why would you do something like that?” Sebastian asks. He pulls my body into his and threads his fingers into my hair. “What’s wrong with you, Teagan? You keep coming when I call, just like all of the other pets, even though you know what I am even though I keep hurting you, and you know I can’t love you. I’d feel bad for you if I couldif I didn’t like it.”
I turn my back to him and curl my knees into my chest. “I don’t know,” I tell him. “And I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to your face saying things like that to me.”
But I think I do know. It’s because I’m starving and because he knows what’s on the other side of my mask, and no one else ever will. I can never tell anyone the truth about the things I’ve done or the way I feel. That’s my prison.
So, it doesn’t matter if it’s real or not. It still feels goodas good as it’s going to get for me.
He kisses the back of my head. “I know there are things you think you need, but you just need a place and a purpose, Teagan,” he whispers. “You can have that. I can give it to you.”
“Sebastian, please stop. I’m tired. I can’t take anymore.”
“You’ll be okay. Go to sleep, Teagan.”
I close my eyes, but it’s hours before sleep finally comes for me.
Iwake up the next day with his body on top of mine, his hands inside my shirt, pushing it up over my tits. I’m naked from the waist down. I wonder for a minute if I’m dreaming while his thumbs run over the hard points of my nipples, but then I feel the head of his rock-hard dick between my legs, running down my wet center and over my clit.
It takes me a second to remember I’m dealing with Sebastian, not Bone Saw. Or that Bone Saw is Sebastian.
“Don’t ”
“Shhh,” he says, covering my mouth with his hand. He forces my legs further apart, groaning while he rubs his cock against my slit a few more times before he sinks into me, sucking in a breath through his teeth.
I gasp, my back arching off the bed when he fills me, moving his hips side to side until he’s buried to the hilt.
“You should know that I like it like this. I waited as long as I could,” he says, rocking his hips into me, slowly moving his thick cock in and out of me. “There’s something about seeing you lying there helpless that just makes me fuck, your pussy feels so good.”
“Sebastian ” I moan.
“ Makes me want to rip you apart. And it’s so easy to get you soaking wet like this, and then your legs fall open, and it just slides right in. Some girls say it hurts, you know. And I like thatknowing I’m hurting them with my big dick. You just grip it tight and come all over it. I have to work harder to hurt you.”
Then, he lifts my legs together, throwing both ankles over his right shoulder, and begins thrusting into me hard.
“Fuck!” I cry out. “Fuck, it feels so ”
It feels good. It hurts. Different sides of the same coin.
“You like that, baby? I’m still your master, Teagan,” he grunts, slamming into me over and over again. “And you’re still a little whore. I don’t need to put on a mask to make that true. That means I get to do whatever I want to this pussy and this body.”
“Ahh, fuck!” I bite my lip, my toes curling, as he rolls his hips, sliding in and out of me.
“You used to beg for my cock at the hospital. I used to stroke it while I watched you touch your pussy in the showers.”
“Sebastian oh my god ” I whimper, picturing him doing just that. “Your dick feels so fucking good.”
He seems to like it because he picks up speed, pushing my shirt up around my neck before pinning my ankles together at my side on the bed. The other hand closes around my throat as my legs start to shake, and I come silently, unable to breathe or make any noise at all, on his dick.
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