Filed To Story: Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell
“Yeah, well, I’m all you’ve got now,” he says. “I’m the only one who’s here, taking care of you.”
“You think you’re taking care of me?”
“I’ve clothed you twice. I fed you kiwi and now vodka. I saved your ass in that alley, and I’m currently sheltering you. So, I don’t want to hear shit about Declan and Luca. And you should be a little more grateful.”
It takes everything in me not to throw the bottle of vodka across the room. Seething, I hop down from the counter with a death grip around the bottle’s neck, find my footing on wobbly legs, and cross the kitchen to the dark living room where I sit on the coffee table facing Bone Saw.
“Are your eyes open or closed?” I ask.
“They’re open.”
“Do you ever take it off?”
“Anyone who knows me as this has not seen me as anything else. And they won’t.”
“Are you beautiful?” I ask. “Dec”
“I swear to fuck, if you’re about to say Declan’s name again I’ll”
“Well, are you? Beautiful?”
“Beauty is subjective.”
“Do you have scars?”
“I have a lot of them, but not on my face.”
“Do you think I’m beautiful?” I ask.
“You know you’re beautiful, Teagan.”
“But beauty is subjective,” I repeat.
“What’s your point?”
“I don’t know if you think I’m beautiful.”
“Yeah, Teagan. I think you’re really fucking beautiful.”
I climb into his lap, straddling his waist, and he slides his hands over my thighs. “You want me to be more grateful?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you’re already clothed. Maybe I can feed you.”
I bring the vodka bottle to the creepy smile on the front of the gold mask and pour, letting it run down the front of his body. He quickly shoves me off of his lap and onto the floor, and I fall hard on my ass, laughing.
“What the fuck?!”
“Oh wait, you don’t have a fucking mouthI forgot.”
“God damn it, Teagan!” he shouts, pacing back and forth in front of the room. “I should choke the fucking life out of you! What is wrong with you?”
“I don’t know,” I tell him. “Declan said there was noth”
“What the fuck did I tell you?!” he screams. “Stop fucking saying his name!”
“I can’t!” I cry. “I would if I could, but I can’t! I’m fucking traumatized! And I’m mad at you for ”
For hurting me, and for not at least having skin I can touch or lips I can kiss. I can’t say any of that because it won’t matter, so I don’t.
He sighs, then walks over and sits down beside me on the floor. “I’m sorry that this is your life now but it is. And tomorrow won’t be that bad. They’re bad people, Teagan. And they won’t see you comingjust like those guys in the alley. That’s your superpower.”
He reaches for me and runs his fingers over my cheek, but it’s just a glove, and it makes me feel worse.
“We’re bad people, too.”
“We’re all just animals,” he says. “And I like it when you show your teeth. It’s when you’re the most yourself; it’s when you’re the most beautiful.”
I lean into his shoulder, burying my head in his neck. “That’s not when I’m the most myself, though. We’re the rawest versions of ourselves when we’re vulnerable, and I’m almost never thatnot out loud anyway. And look what I have to show for the one and only time I felt safe enough to be that person.”
I sigh, breathing deeply when I do. He smells good in this tiny space right here; he’s wearing cologne. He must care about being a person to some extent if he put forth the effort to do that. I inhale again, nuzzling my face further into his neck. My nose pushes past the base of the mask, and I feel itbare skin against my nose and my top lip. I part my lips and press them against his throat, kissing him, tasting salty sweat on my tongue. I run it over the small space and feel his pulse racing against my lips. His breath catches, and a hand closes tightly around my arm.
“Teagan, stop.”
“I can’t,” I whisper. “You’ll have to make me.” I pause, kissing him, sucking the skin into my mouth. “I need thingsI told you that.” I move the hand resting on his chest upward, over his shoulder, then over his neck and into the hood, and I thread my fingers into soft, thick hair, maybe a couple of inches in length. “It’s not a big deal. I like the way you taste and feel. I bet you’d like the way I taste, too.”
“Teagan ” he growls, squeezing my arm harder. His other arm tightens around my waist and I brace myself, certain he’s about to throw me onto the ground, but he doesn’t. He pulls me into his lap, gripping my ass with both hands and grinding his erection into me while I lick and suck that space on his neck. I rock my hips, rolling my pussy over his hardness while gripping his hair in my fist, and bury a moan against his skin. He groans and his hands move to my shoulders, pushing me back.
The room is dark, but I can still see his dark eyes looking back through the holes of the mask and into my own. I lean in, resting my head against what would be his forehead if he weren’t wearing it. “Don’t hurt me,” I say, looking deep into his eyes. “Don’t be mad at meI didn’t do anything wrong.” I wait for just a second, but he doesn’t react. He says nothing, unmoving, and doesn’t break eye contact.
I wrap my hands around the back of his head, and say softly, “I’ll take what I want just because I can if you’ll let me. It’s poetry. This is me when I’m the most myself. Do you hate it?”
He’s silent, staring for a moment more before breaking eye contact. A hand tightens around my throat.
“Don’t!” I hiss through clenched teeth. “Don’t hurt me. You’re all I’ve got.”
He pushes me off of him and stands, leaving me on the floor again.
“Crawl,” he growls.
“What?”
He raises his foot and kicks me in the shoulder, knocking me flat onto the ground. “Get on all fours and crawl to the fucking bedroom.”
“Stop fucking hurting me!”
Bone Saw takes out his knife. “Do it now, or I slice your boyfriends’ initials off your chest.”
I push up onto my hands and knees and do what he says, my cheeks burning red as I crawl to the bedroom. He follows closely behind me and when I cross the threshold, I hear him unbuckling his belt.
“Take off your clothes,” he says. When I start to get up from the floor, he stops me. “I didn’t say stand up, did I?”
I don’t answer, reaching for the hemline of my shirt.
“That wasn’t rhetorical, Teagan,” he growls.
“No,” I answer. “You didn’t say stand up. Sorry.”
“Master,” he says, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his dick out.
“Sorry, Master.”
On the floor beside the bed, I strip down to nothing, then crawl to where he stands watching me, stroking his hard dick in his hand.
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