He gave a tight squeeze before he left back to my breasts. His eyes locked on my mark, he scoffed.
“Wanna know the kicker? Benny boy is practically infatuated with you! Took time to drug his drinks and mask the flavor!” He kept his eyes locked on my mark, they were in silts. He was pissed.
… Time to drug?…
“I mean, do you actually think he’d cheat on you? Maybe in the beginning, but after a while, he became loyal. Nasty!” his finger traced my mark and I held my breath. “I now owe a lot of witches! That blonde girl was easy to drag into all this. Although it could’ve been any girl, she seemed to be the one to eagerly step up to your Alpha! Notice he never told you why she showed up to his house?” he smirked down at me and Sage meekly cried out.
… Sage?…
That hurt. He never did tell me. He diverted the attention and fingered me instead. Why did she show up?
My throat tightened. I left him and his comfort because of what I saw in his office.
… But he was drugged?…
“Anyways, didn’t mean to put a damper on all this, I’m getting to my favorite part! I’ve been waiting for this moment!” he twirled the knife in his hand and he traced my mark. “Didn’t I tell you how much I hated this mark?” he turned his face towards the camera, “Benny boy, how dare you mark what’s mine!”
I frowned and swallowed. I was shaking, absolutely trembling. My eyes locked on the spark of the blade.
He turned back to me. “I would cut out the mark, but I got a better idea. Spell my name, babykins!” he demanded.
I was so confused. I kept my mouth shut against my better judgment. I know I should listen to what he said, but I was silent.
He punched my gut and I wheezed.
… Okay, do what he says, protect the baby…
“Spell my name!” he demanded. I opened my mouth to start but he cut me off. “My full name.” Then he dug into the bag and grabbed a spray bottle of water and sprayed my mouth. “I’m waiting!”
My lips trembled. “C-C,” I was cut off by immense pain as he dug the knife into the inside of my right forearm.
I felt him twist it as I screamed out.
“Next?” He asked with a maniacal smile.
“uh- ‘H’…” my head spun as my arm started to throb. He dug his knife back in and carved something I couldn’t see. I doubt he could hear me, I was breathless.
“Continue!” he growled out, slapping my already dizzy head.
“R-” my voice was unrecognizable, completely drenched in pain. He dug it in again. He didn’t even wait for me to continue as he kept slashing my forearm. I felt like a leaf. Every muscle in my body was shaking in agony.
I was seeing black dots as he pulled his knife up to his mouth and licked my blood off of it. My breathing became shallow as he unbuckled his pants and shoved into me.
A small, pained gasp left my lips. He didn’t care, I didn’t expect him to. I was hanging onto a very thin strand of my consciousness. I wanted to let go, but I couldn’t.
He finished in me and left, taking his bag and camera, but not before filming my forearm and then my bloody, cum-covered vagina.
I heard the door slam shut and I turned my head to my forearm, wanting to see what he left. I wanted to puke at the sight of blood. I’ve cut myself, I’ve dealt with Chris digging me countless times, but this time was different. I felt myself gag.
I could read through the bloody indentions, eleven letters.
‘C-H-R-I-S-T-O-P-H-E-R’