7. BRAXTON HAVEN
*SAME DAY, 1 HOUR LATER*
"CCTV." I said calmly and Dexter immediately went away.
I stood up, walking leisurely, enjoying how my little lamb shivered at every single step closer to her.
"Where were you running, little lamb?" I asked, gently kneeling down while caressing her silky smooth cheeks, coming across slight wetness midway.
But she simply kept her head low, afraid that even raising it slightly would result in her death.
"Answer me, sweetheart." I said, making sure my voice was low and less scary.
Afterall I am a good human. I am not here to terrify people. I just want to see everyone smile and be happy. But.. my little lamb sniffled and didn't smile - not the right move.
A loud blow resonated in the room, five fingers printed beautifully across this whore's face, somehow calming my whirlwind of mind.
"Master." Christina whispered slowly, but I heard her, given the utter silence in this room.
This girl obeyed and loved me like none other. She was smart and beautiful. She knew her place to begin with. By far she had been my most favoured slut and she knew that as well.
I just looked at her, giving her a chance to speak or else she was to leave the room.
"It wasn't her fault. Few people were bullying her. She was only running away from them." Christina breathed each word out carefully, knowing one wrong statement and even she was no exception to my wrath.
Wait, wrath? What was that? I was such a peaceful person. Anyways I don't have any relation with this term.
"Who the fuck thinks they can mess with my little lamb?" My voice was completely consoling, as if talking to a child. That's how you are supposed to talk to delicate girls right?
I waited for more than a minute, caressing her burning cheek while she hyperventilated, counting till hundred slowly.
Still no answer. When will this bitch learn? Should I teach her everything the hard way?
My hand slowly moved away from her recently imprinted cheek to her hairs, caressing those silky curls. How could they be so soft?
"ARGGHHH!" Finally my little lamb screamed. Her voice is so sweet, almost like honey to my ears.
Oh yeah, she screamed cause I pulled her hairs hard. She should know where to stop and test my patience.
"Who?" I demanded, no more consoling I guess.
"M.. my.. my batch.. batchmates.. from school." She answered, tears flowing down relentlessly.
"How dare they?" And see I was back to normal.
You only needed to answer me without ignoring me and I was the best person around you - as simple as that.
"Tell me little lamb - did they touch you here? Or here? Maybe here?" I somehow didn't like the idea of someone else touching my sluts.
She furiously shakes her head, not telling me where they touched.
"Then where?" I ask, my voice shifting to a serious note.
This time this slut had learnt her lesson. She shakingly lifted her hand, pointing towards her right shoulder.
Not learnt completely.
I held her wrist, slowly increasing pressure over it, my smile widening at the same place. And finally she moaned.
"Words little lamb. Words." I said in all smiles.
"Sh.. should.. ahhhh.. shoulder.. an.. and..."
"And what dear?" I pressed her wrist with even more intensity.
"Hair.. hairs." She managed to speak and I immediately dropped her hand, any later and this might have resulted in a fracture.
"Butterfly." I called out, without moving my gaze away from little lamb.
"Yes, Master." Christina answered immediately in a low voice.
"Leave." I said, before standing up.
She followed. Such a smart girl. I should reward her more. But for now, I needed to punish someone.
The moment Christina left and closed the door behind us, I lifted Aurora in a single sweep. How was she so feather light? I almost didn't feel any weight.
It didn't even take me a minute to throw her on the neatly done white bed. Oh I loved watching these whores crying on those white sheets. They looked so innocent and pure, as if begging me to tear that innocence away in unimaginable ways. It was my driving force, my kick.
We barely made eye contact for a millisecond, her tear stained blurry eyes looking unnecessarily inviting.
But I took my time. I needed to keep them begging. It was thrilling to wreck them after a few seconds of silence, it scared them the most and satisfied me even more.
Look at this poor girl, she was already shivering, the tremors increasing with each passing second. Great!
I climbed the bed, pulling her by her leg until she was beneath me, all red from tears.
A sharp ripping sound resonated in the room, her dress landing gracefully on the floor. And the first thing I attacked was definitely her right shoulder.
She shrieked, trying to push me away and curling further into her own body - another wrong move as I made her shriek louder by punching her right shoulder.
That was one sharp blow!
Next, her hair.
One strong pull and she was already defenceless. Oh my meek little lamb! Somehow I was always intrigued at how she affected my mood so much. Even Christina was nowhere near her.
"Nobody is allowed to touch you unless they are paying me - remember that very carefully. Understood?" I asked, without loosening my grip on her hair, and giving a slight tap to her right shoulder.
"Ye.. yes.. Master." She answered immediately.
What a submissive whore. I am already happy. And now comes my most beloved and special part, that is just between me and my little lamb - Choking her until she flirts with death - until there is nothing but silence between us. Just us, her skin fading, her freckles standing out even more. A masterpeice I can't afford to loose. Not yet.
I just love how her face is all pale and blue, an art in itself and then those… those freckles bitch! I am always left amused at how beautifully they contrast against her bluish purple face.
I guess this had been one of the greatest reasons that I was never able to kill her completely. What if I never get to see them again? No no. This couldn't happen. And yet once again I loosen my hold on her airway, making her cough hard and return back to normalcy, back to my second favourite shade - the pink on her cheeks.
Oh the night has just begun!