Benny aka Benjamin aka Monster
I SEND THE LINK TO Tanner and smile over at a now-bloodied Kami. The feed will tell him she’s in his office, but she’s not. She’s here in the bunker he built for me and filled with fucking spy cameras. The bitch was easy to take. She may be a fighter, but she’s small, and I’ve had plenty of practice with the feisty ones.
My dirty doll liked to push my buttons and fight back.
My mind wanders back to when Kami realized what was happening and who had her. Her motherfucking worst nightmare.
“Let me out of here. Now,” she screams, pounding her fist against the clear wall.
“No,” I taunt her.
“Cassian won’t let this go. I’m his.”
I snort in response. “Well, he is mine, and he was naughty.”
She kicks and screams for a bit, and I relish her fury. Her strength wanes with her outburst, and the look in her eye when she accepts threatening words about her Cassian aren’t going to keep her safe from me…
I prepare myself as I unlock the cell door and step inside. She rushes me, arms poised for a boxing match. Shame she’s no match for me. I land a brutal blow straight to the side of her head, knocking her skinny ass out. Her body slumps to the floor like meat being prepared for a butcher’s knife.
Stripping her of all her clothes, I take in her body littered with scars, both fresh and old. Bruises in a variety of colors make her skin look like a patchwork quilt. She whimpers, her eyes fluttering open. Confusion furrows her brows before remembrance makes her pupils expand in warning.
Her foot rears out to kick at me.
Nice try, bitch.
I grab her foot and twist until I hear a snap of bones. Her scream is otherworldly as she howls in pain. The dumb bitch tries to scramble away from me, but she’s a fucking gimp now. With a mangled ankle, she drags the useless part of her behind her as she crawls. Her motions are slow and filled with pain. I’m going to make it so she can never run away. Seizing her other foot, I twist it too, the crunching and popping beneath her flesh making my heart race with glee. She sobs so hard, vomit spews across the inside of her cell. With two broken ankles, she’ll no longer be able to kick. And if she keeps acting like a vicious whore, I’ll break her wrists too.
Seeing the rage and hate in my eyes, she cowers away from me. This bitch was brave as shit when her precious Tanner was following her around like a lost puppy. She’s no match for me or my fury.
These two assholes fucked with me.
Now, I’m going to fuck with them.
“Wh-What are you g-going to do?” she demands through her tears, her fight still brimming just below the surface. I want all fight within her destroyed. I’ll rip it from her piece-by-piece.
“You think I’m going to rape you, dirty skank? Rape your used ass?” I ask in astonishment.
Her gaze darkens. “Fuck you.”
I snag her by the throat and squeeze. She claws at me, but three hard whacks against the cell wall has her falling limp in my grip. I release her throat and stare at her useless body. Blood from the back of her head smears the Plexiglas. Yanking my knife from my belt, I drag it along the inside of her thigh until she rouses. The cut isn’t deep, but it’s enough to draw blood and remind her of the severity of her situation.
Her eyes are wide as she attempts to retreat from me. There’s nowhere to go, Dumb Doll. I smear my left palm along her bloody thigh, and she curses at me before going fucking wild once again. I spin her in my grip and pin her to the floor face down.
“You’ve lost,” I snarl against the shell of her ear as she wiggles.
“He’ll kill you,” she chokes out. “Fuck you!”
At this, I laugh and shove my knee between her thighs. She screams and writhes. With my hand on the blade of my knife near the base, I tease her cunt with the hilt.
“What’s that, Dumb Doll? You want me to fuck you?”
The bitch is feisty like my pretty little doll once was. Puts up one hell of a fight, but it all leaves her the moment I push the handle of the knife into her dirty hole. A strangled sound pours from her, saturating my soul with satisfaction.
“This is what defeat feels like,” I breathe against her hair as I brutally fuck her with the handle. The blade digs into my palm, no doubt slicing open my hand, but I relish in the pain. Her body goes limp once more.
Dumb Doll passed straight the fuck out.
Not such a badass now.
With a grunt of irritation, I yank the knife from her pussy and stare down at her. The blood from her thigh is everywhere, and now oozes from her used cunt. I smirk, knowing it will drive Tanner fucking mad wondering if I put my cock inside her.
My cock is for Bethany, but he doesn’t need to know that.
Reaching forward, I run my finger along her thigh through her blood. When I flick my tongue out and lick the metallic liquid, I frown. She doesn’t taste delicious as fuck like my pretty new doll. Bethany is sweet, but sinful. Decadent. Perfect.
This dumb bitch tastes like all the rest.
Knowing Tanner will have figured out the camera switch by now and be heading this way, I close Dumb Doll’s cell and head back outside to collect my other doll waiting for me in the trunk. I can’t wait to see the look on Tanner’s face when he sees his precious girl in the new cells he created and the surprise once he realizes he will have to live beside her. Angry Doll will be positively furious. I laugh out loud, imagining his face red with rage.
After drugging Kami and dumping her in the trunk earlier, I went for the cop girl. She was easy to take. Too easy for a cop. I dumped her in with Kami, but she was still out cold by the time I arrived at my bunker, which made it easier getting the feisty bitch down here without having to worry about the woman cop too.
Cop Doll stirs as I open the trunk, but not enough to cause problems. Scooping her up, I bring her down to the cell on the right, leaving the middle one empty. I lay her on the floor and debate carving her up for fun, but it’s more of a “fuck you” if she’s alive when he arrives.
I check my watch and roll my shoulders. Tanner will be here soon. I can feel it. This is it. The moment to show them who the real power player is here.
I get in position just outside the door to the cell room behind one of the racks lined with canned goods and lie in wait. Quickly, I send out a message to my doll, telling her we will be leaving tonight and to be ready. She doesn’t reply straight away, and I hope it’s because she’s asleep and will be well-rested and primed for more of my love making. I thought I was going to have to improvise with her, but she’s not like the others. She doesn’t need to be locked away. She’s loyal. Perfect. Mine. And she can stay out of her cell all the time if she stays that way.
My heart begins to race when I hear the opening of the latch followed by footfalls and calls for Kami. He really fucking loves that bitch. I hope he likes looking at her now that I’ve had my way with her. Serves him right. He crossed a line.
You like games?
You like watching?
He doesn’t notice me hiding in his frantic search for her and comes to a stop at the cells. His fist smashes against the one with his Kami splayed out on the floor, but he’s no match for the thick glass.
“Kami.” His voice breaks, and pride washes over me like warm sunshine. He tries to open the door with his key, but struggles. Asshole should have known the first thing I would do was swap out the locks. Moving up behind him, I shove at his back. He’s so distracted with his misery, he falls, off-guard, and stumbles into the open middle cell. Realization hits him with the sound of the door clanking shut and the lock snapping into place, my face staring at him through the opaque wall.
“You can watch your precious Kami all you want now.” I smirk.
He smashes his closed fist against the joining wall, but, again, he’s powerless against it. “Don’t do this, Benjamin. I gave you everything.” He breathes heavily, closing his eyes.
“But it wasn’t free, was it? It was all a game to you, and it comes at a cost.”
He clenches his jaw. “Why hurt Kami? Did you—”
“Rape her?” A smile curls my lips up. “She was the price. Your debt. You thought you could play with my doll and I’d allow it? You know me better than that,” I sneer.
“I helped you with her!” he bellows, his mask of control slipping away.
“By spying on me? By fucking interfering? What about the gifts and notes? The disgusting comments on her page? Did you think I wouldn’t know it was you?” I scream. “I had your own man, Luke, trace the IP address.” Marching over, I retrieve the iPad from the table and smack it up against the cell. “It traced back to the club. To you!”
His face contorts, then all the lines thin out, and the cold, icy stare he gives me causes my insides to solidify. “That’s not mine, Monster.”