Rory's screams are deafening.

She hasn't shut up since I fired the first bullet.

''Hush, Little Slut, he's gone," I whisper in her ear.

"Why are you still here?" she snaps.

I bend down and whisper into her ear, "I'm not going anywhere, Rory."

Goosebumps appear across her naked body, causing me to look closer at her.

Someone caused My Little Sluts to bleed, and the thought is making me feral.

From her belly button, I glide my tongue up through the drying red liquid, stopping at a three-inch cut under her collarbone

If Eric keeps pushing me, I won't be able to hold off on his demise until Rory is ready.

No one marks My Little Slut but me.

With full force, my teeth latch around the cut and bite down. Not letting go until the skin underneath breaks open.

Satisfied there's fresh blood oozing from the mark I've left on her silky skin, I stand back and wipe my lips clean with the sleeve of my hoodie.

Tears stream down Rory's cheeks as she writhes against the zip ties.

"I'm not cutting the restraints yet." I taunt.

"We're going to have some fun first. Spread your knees open as far as you can,"

When she doesn't comply, I pinch her left nipple tightly, twisting it until she does as she's told.

"good girl," I praise.

"That wasn't too hard now, was it?"

A wad of spit lands on my chest, and she yells, "Fuck YOU."

I grab a chunk of her hair and use it to remove her saliva from my clothing.

"You're going to regret that, Rory," I warn.

"Doubtful," she replies under her breath like I couldn't hear her.

"If you want to act like a dirty whore I'm going to treat you like one," I say.

"Open those ungrateful lips, and don't close them until I tell you to do so."

Without any resistance, she listens. I inch my face closer to her and spit into her waiting mouth. She attempts to jerk back, but my hand grasps her by the jaw and sternly forces her mouth closed.

"Swallow now," I demand, pushing her back and watching her throat move as she does.

Reaching behind the chair, I cut the restraints around Rory's wrist with a slice of Eric's knife.

"I'm going to cut the ties on your ankles now," I tell her.

Be a good girl, and don't move."

It's as though the vixen gets off on defying me because my knee barely touches the hardwood before her arms are flailing at me wildly.

The bitch is trying to remove my mask, but there's no way I'll allow that to happen.

In one swift motion, I'm out of her reach and removing the leather belt from around my waist.

"What the fuck are you going to do with that?" My little slut asks.

"Choke you until your last breath if you do something stupid like that again," I tell her as I wrap the strap around her neck and pull it through the buckle.

Without further issue, I remove the two remaining restraints and pocket the knife.

"Get on the fucking floor, now, Rory," I demand.

The slack on the belt strap is loose, and in consequence, I jerk it tighter to give My Little Slut no choice but to obey me.

"I'm going to lead you on all fours to your bedroom with this," I say with a tug of the provisional leash.

"If you move too fast or not at all, I won't hesitate to choke you. Nod if you agree."

She slowly positions one hand at a time onto the floor while her head bobs up and down profusely.

At a brisk pace, I guide her through the living room and down a long hallway.

My movement halts as we reach her door, and Rory doesn't miss a beat, stopping next to me.

"You did a good job, little slut. Your naked ass was so fucking hot crawling beside me," I say.

Hot is an understatement. My erection is rubbing painfully along the teeth of my zipper.

The door opens with ease, and I guide Rory to the foot of her bed.

"I'm going to release the belt, and I want you to lay face down on the bed,"

🖤 Is the spit too much?