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ALL THE THINGS SHE SAID, PONETTE

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ALL THE THINGS SHE SAID, PONETTE

ALL THE THINGS SHE SAID, PONETTE

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"Who do you belong to?" he gruffs. His breath sends a tingle on my sex. God. I missed him.

"No one" I mock just because I can. He'll get riled up. He'll seize control, just as I want him to.

He clicks his tongue. Taking one more swipe at my clīt, I arch against him but he moves away. "Only good girls get to cum."

"No!" I whine. "Please come back. I'll be a good girl."

"I hope so," his voice sounds like it's fading. I panic at the thought. Opening my eyes to darkness, I found no one in the room and my hand down my panties. Shït. It was all a dream. I close my eyes, breathing in and out. I really thought it was real.

Then I felt something penetrate my stomach. I gasp in pain. Opening my eyes wide, I see Matthew hovering over me. A knife in his fist. He's just stabbed me. Pain radiates within me. Blood seeps from my wound, spreading against the white of my sleep shirt.

Betrayal hurts.

I blink away the tears forming in my eyes. Matthew's eyes are wild and dark. One look and I broke. There was no grief in his eyes. Nothing at all. He felt nothing. There was no chance for forgiveness. He accepted the darkness within me in a way I never thought he would.

Darkness is where I'd return.

Darkness is my comfort.

He plunges the knife in deeper. I gasp, feeling blood run out of my mouth.

"This is what you deserve," he darkly snarls. It was cruel. It only made tears come faster.

I accept my fate at his hands. I'd rather he kill me than anyone else. Struggling to give him a smile, I say: "I love you."

I fade into the darkness with his face being the last thing I'll ever see.

Darkness is my home.

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