“Oh, don’t give up so easily. You were so strong at the beginning,” I comment, as I look over at my tools. “How about a nice bit of waterboarding to wake you back up?”
He scoffs, “What? Nothing new? I’m disappointed, I have to say. The great Diesel, using old techniques. I thought you were more creative.”
I freeze. Oh, he wants to play this game? Fine. Grabbing my toy, I turn around with a smirk. “Something new? How about this? I made it myself. Took a few concepts from other devices of course.” I shrug as I step closer.
His bravado drops for a moment. “Yeah? What does it do?”
“This.” I smirk as I push the channel onto his cock and click the lock. He freezes, barely breathing, but when nothing happens, he relaxes. I watch his face until he realises it’s slowly clamping down on his cock. His eyes bug out as the tube closes, compressing tighter and tighter, and when he starts to scream, I know it’s cutting into the skin of his dick. “Hmm, how’s that for new?”
I step back and lean between Roxy’s legs as I watch the man scream. She drapes her arms across me, relaxing against my back as her chin props on my shoulder. “Does hurting people get your hard?” she questions randomly, making me blink before I smile.
Turning, I grab her hand and press it to my cock. “What do you think?”
She tilts her head, her lips caught between her teeth as I release her hand, but she doesn’t move it away, no, she rubs me through my trousers, making me grunt. Leaning into her, fists on either side of her thighs, I lick her lips. “Do not tease, Little Bird, unless you want me to fuck you right here.”
She sucks in a breath. “Would you like to hurt me?”
“Yes,” I admit without shame. “I want to carve up your skin, watch the blood drip as I pound into you.”
She sucks in a shaky breath, her hand pressing harder against me. “Would I survive it?”
“Would you care?”
She shakes her head. “Maybe, but I seem to want to find out.”
I grin. “I knew you would, Little Bird, you are so brave. Thinking you can control me…stop me before I kill you. Tell me, can you turn that bloodlust into just lust?”
She leans into me, biting down on my lip. “I want to try.”
A particularly loud scream comes from behind me. “Hold those thoughts, I don’t want him dying just yet.”
It’s hard to pull away from her exploring hand, but I do. I spin and flick off the clamp and pull it from his cock, wincing for him when I see the bloody, cut up mess. “Dayum, hope you didn’t want kids.” I laugh. “I’ll give you a moment to get yourself together. I just have a few more questions, and then we’re done.”
Tossing my contraption to the side, I turn and lock my gaze back on Roxy as he passes out behind me. I prowl towards her, and she smiles, not the least bit afraid. Maybe I was wrong, maybe she isn’t a bird. Maybe she’s a snake.
Like me.
She watches me with desire in her eyes. My little bird is freeing herself from her cage with every day, every action. I want it. Her freedom, her pleasure, her pain. I should be focused on the assassin, but with her here, all I can think about is bending her over that toolbox and slamming into her pussy, watching her cunt take my cock as bloodshed and torture surround us.
She licks her lips like she knows what I’m thinking. “Are you going to fuck me?” she inquires nonchalantly. I circle around her, trailing my fingers across her shoulders and hair as I take in a lungful of the sweet scent that is Roxy. It settles into my bones, making my cock jerk, and the only way it could get better would be with her blood.
“I’m thinking about it,” I reply.
“In front of him, or will you kill him first?” she asks, arching to give me better access.
Stopping behind her, I push her hair to the side, and she stills as I lick and kiss along her neck, feeling her pounding pulse against my lips. She’s so fragile and so strong at the same time. “I think I’ll kill him first, then, with his blood still on my hands, I’ll rip this dress from your body and fuck you, leaving handprints across this perfect pale skin.”
She gasps and shivers, leaning against me. Little dirty bird, she loves it. Humming, I nibble on her neck before biting down. She gasps in pain but pushes into my teeth, daring me to go further. I know what she’s doing, testing her control on me and challenging herself.
She thinks if she can take me, have me, she can survive this world.
We’ll see.
“And what if I use some of my toys on you, Little Bird? Would you still come so prettily with my knife in your skin and my cock in your pussy?” She moans, her hand reaching back and circling my head, dragging me closer as she rocks on the toolbox.
Running my hands across her shoulders and down, I cup her heaving breasts and squeeze, hard, making her whimper. “I saw you take Kenzo’s cock. You liked the fight, the pain, but how much pain can you handle?” I whisper against her skin.
“All of it,” she replies, as I trace down her stomach and to her pussy before cupping it, letting her rock against me as I nip and lick at her neck.
“I guess we will see. The others won’t save you now. You came down here, and you won’t be leaving until I’m satisfied with your cum on my dick and your blood on my hands. Brave little birdy, walking right into the Viper’s den,” I murmur, as the assassin starts to wake up.
Pressing my hand harder against her soaking cunt, I roll my eyes up to meet his as he blinks and lifts his head. He meets my gaze, and his eyes widen in fear as I play with my girl. Tracing back up her body, I caress her breasts before biting her neck hard, making her scream. Laughing, I pull away. “He’s awake, Little Bird, so you will have to wait for me to play with you. Feel free to play with yourself while you wait, though, as long as you don’t come and he doesn’t see an inch of your skin.”
He closes his eyes. “I didn’t see anything,” he rushes out, as I stalk around her.
“No, you didn’t,” I growl possessively. “Can you smell her arousal?” I suck in a deep breath. “I can. She likes watching me work, likes the blood. The pain. My dirty little bird.”
He shakes his head, purposely trying not to breathe, but his breathing stutters, and he inhales. Darting forward, I cover his mouth and nose and get into his face. “You do not get to smell her,” I snarl, and his eyes widen as he attempts not to take another breath.
We watch each other as he struggles, no doubt his lungs are closing. “D, be nice,” she calls from behind me.
Laughing, I pull away, and he sucks in a deep breath and coughs. “Say thank you to my little bird for letting you live.”
He coughs again, his eyes watering as he raises his gaze and looks at her. “Thank you, Little Bird.”
I freeze, and she swears. “Did you just call her ‘Little Bird’?”
He swings his eyes to me and realises his mistake. “No-no, I was just—”