“They volunteered, as you will. Recorded a video, wrote their little notes, and walked into the sea.”
“I won’t.”
But I was lying, wasn’t I.
“Tsk. You’ll do whatever I ask. You know that.” He put his hands to my shoulders. “Go out there and talk to them. Don’t kill yourself. See what you’ve done, this night.”
The cruelest thing he could have asked me to do, was this.
I couldn’t say no. Of course I couldn’t. I waded out and kneeled in the small surf, among the bodies. The sting from my wounds faded in, out.
There were five in all. All of the girls were gone.
They washed against me.
Trailing hands, swimming hair.
Mouths sucking on my skin as their faces rubbed past my thighs.
Suffering, it was this.
The young girl mocked me most.
Small fish nibbled on them, scales flashing in light.
Crabs found the fingers of the one who strayed closest, her eaten hand delicately feeling the sand on the bottom. Loosened pieces of her skin eroded and washed away, drifting in the froth and eddies.
What did you do, Red?
I wept forever. Though warm and soft, the ocean drained everything of use from me, my hard-fought righteousness, my worth, my sanity, and left me empty.
And he came and took something from inside me, from my head, rummaged inside me and took.
“There. Wasn’t hard. I have my answer now, broken girl. My extra broken girl.”
He kissed my nape and swept me up. Water dribbled and dripped from my swaying arm and hand. Down below were his feet and sand. I spewed water and watched it fall away in a trail as we walked.
Upside down, I watched the girls get further and further away then I shut out the world.
Warmth.
His eyes bored in from above and fingers hooked at my mouth, probing teeth, tongue. “Don’t die on me, Red. I can make more of you but I like you. A lot.”
Then he wrapped me in blankets on the floor. Cocooned in pain.
“And I really have to fuck you once before you die.”
His boots walked away.
Silence. I shut my eyes again.
CHAPTER 13
Eventually he dragged me across the floor, fed me something, and had me crawl into his suitcase. My hair was tied back. Told to kneel, I was strapped into cuffs and their chains were threaded into braces inside the case. My head was strapped to the upright side of the case. Then he closed the suitcase to the point where only a slit of light showed. I whimpered as he drew the chains tight, locking them down, holding me in place, at wrists and ankles, thighs and stomach.
“Hold your breath, girl.”
The case was zippered and clicked shut, the darkness made absolute.
When I screamed for air, he opened the hole near my mouth. Angling my eyes downward, I saw the light, saw it reflect off my hands.
“Please –”
“Shhh. No talking. This is my command.”
But not his will. I could feel no absolute need. He expected obedience of my own volition.
“You will not scream. You will be good. You will have air and light when needed. You will submit to what I do. And for now, it is this.”
He left me, walked.
I heard him fumble at the other end of the case and saw new light wash in. He’d opened another hole. Without warning, his cock shoved into me and I heard him grunt.
“Ahhh. You feel good, Red. Fucking good. A pity he isn’t in me any more to enjoy you.”
He?
A moment more and I was beyond thinking.
The stretch and occupation of my pussy was enough to flood my body with heat, to make me gasp and strain backward toward that hole, to help his cock fuck me deeper. Wetness already, stuck the back of my thighs to the suitcase. The squelch as he jammed into a moistened hole echoed inside the case. My mouth stayed wide, my eyes snapped open then closed, as the feeling of a mesmer possessing me took hold.
Nothing I could do. My nipples hardened instantly, my breasts swayed in time to his fucking, and drool ran down my chin onto the harness cradling my jaw. Nirvana had nothing on this animal shoving his dick into me.
His thrusts rocked the case, shifting it across the floor until it wedged into a wall. The bang as the case hit triggered me into orgasm, though not he. Isak fucked me for far longer. When at last he ceased and came, his cum filling me and joining the rest of the fluid running down my thighs, I was left moaning, with my head shoved into the front of the case. My legs felt weak and I would have collapsed if not for the straps.
His disgusting orchestration of my lust horrified me, for I was awake to everything he’d done. Worse than that was his last whisper through the front hole.
“I’m going to put a sign on this that says SLUT FOR USE and invite my friends to use you before we leave on our world trip. A going-away surprise for you, Red. I thought you’d like it. This is going to be fun.”
He’d killed them all though, burned away his entire set-up with that terrible deed. Except me.
“Why?” I pleaded. Had to know. “I thought you were selling me?”
Please, please, sell me.
“Not me. Him. I’m not Isak. I’m the other one. You set me loose, Red, my darling girl. You gave me the key and now I can break and use any woman I want to.”
If I hadn’t tried to escape, I’d have been with someone else. Then the girls wouldn’t have died. Except he’d left that recording in the boat...which meant he’d predicted my escape.
Did he plant that idea in me? Did he never mean
