33. Feel the Power v
1576 Words
Guy
Year: 1983 1st of August, Monday, 4pm, Summer.
When the Enchantress turned her back on me all I could think about was my hand. It was still pouring blood and the pain was sharp and hot. Luckily I had my very own miracle cure. With my left hand I awkwardly took out my hunting knife and sliced into Doll's arm before licking her blood off the blade, trying my best to ignore the foul taste. My wound quickly knit together leaving only the blood that stained my skin.
Grinning ear to ear I scooped up her still limp body and clumsily manoeuvred her into the front passenger seat. I refrained from getting handsy, wanting to wait so I could enjoy the subtleties of the experience; the tension of her muscles, the fear in her eyes - we could live it together.
I bashed her head and legs against the frame a couple of times, her dead weight making her unwieldy, before she was in position. Then I tucked the tarp around her with a blanket on top so it didn't look as suspicious and finally I pressed a baseball cap over her head pulling the peak low over her face. It was the best I could do. I didn't want to get caught taking her out of the trunk at a later point but I had to keep her protected from the sun.
Thankfully despite being dangerously low on gas the car started first time. I pulled away from the Enchantress's place without even a backward glance and headed straight for the gas station at the other end of the block. I got a full tank of gas, my favourite smokes, snacks and some top shelf whisky. I cursed myself inwardly when I had to try and split off some notes without showing off my whole stash or the blood drying on my hand. I made a mental note to put some bills in my wallet before I left the gas station forecourt.
Several miles down the road I was rubbing my eyes trying to stay awake. I tried turning the radio on, hoping the music would keep me going, but the music sucked and there was a lot of static. I didn't have the focus to mess with the frequency. Sunset was still a fair few hours away but the weather had changed. Clouds were hanging low in the sky and droplets were starting to coat my windshield. The brooding weather made me even more sleepy and I deduced that it would be safer to pull into the next motel than keep driving.
Neon lights loomed against the turbulent sky in the form of a motel sign and I sighed in relief. The sandman was pretty much trying to drag me by the eyelids into oblivion at this point. Even in my sleep deprived state I could tell the place was a shithole. It had definitely seen better days, perhaps even decades but by God I just wanted to lie down and get some sleep. The thought of making multiple trips to the car made me want to stab myself in the face so I grabbed my duffle, stuffed with all the cash, and slipped one arm under Sally-Anne’s knees and one behind her back and lifted her up. Locking the car was awkward but being as she was small I was just about able to manage.
The lobby looked just as shitty as the outside but I didn’t hesitate to ask for a room, the closest available, before chucking cash on the desk. I couldn’t get to the room fast enough.
Once I got into the room I dumped Doll on the bed, shoes and all, before bolting the door and shoving a chair under the handle for good measure. Christ I had over 20k in my bag so if I could add a little extra security then I was gonna. I used the restroom, it was grimy as f**k, but I still washed the blood off my hand and rinsed my face before getting on the bed. I stayed on top of the covers, judging by the state of the place I did not want to get under the comforter. With my duffle as a pillow and my arm across my Doll I started to drift off to sleep.
Just as I was drifting off the final words of the Enchantress echoed in my head ‘I hope she kills you’.
With immense effort I wrenched my eyes open and looked at Doll. Her face was blank as she lay perfectly still. There couldn’t be much time left till the sedative would wear off and you could be damn sure that when she woke she would be hella thirsty surrounded by my toasty blood filled body. Little b***h didn't know how to pop her fangs so it would be a messy meal with her teeth ripping and tearing flesh, my flesh. I had no intention of ending up like her parents.
I took a deep breath and tried to pull my thoughts straight. Once I had a solid sentence formed in my mind I started.
"Guy says," Holy s**t that felt good, intoxicating - addictive even. The taste of the magic on my tongue was like nothing I'd ever experienced. "you will not cause me harm, ever, intentionally or otherwise." As soon as it was over I wanted to do it again. I wanted more. No, I needed more. It only took a second for the obvious to come to mind.
"Guys says," I smiled sleepily, enjoying the power, "you will not leave this room without my permission." With the taste of magic coating my mouth I fell into a heavy peaceful sleep.
When I woke the room was quite dark with only a slither of light from the parking lot peeking from the bottom of the curtains. Doll appeared to be unconscious still but now she was breathing and warm from leaching my body heat. I was surprised my scent hadn't woken her. Softly I ran my hand down her side feeling the curve of her waist and the meagre swell of her hip. Pulling myself up onto my elbow I looked down on her angelic face.
"Wakey, wakey, Doll." I breathed.
"Pa." She whispered back, a tiny frown forming on her forehead.
I grinned. f**k that was some kinky s**t. I was game. I could play Daddy.
"Hey Sally-Girl, time to wake up." I cooed, using the nickname her Daddy used.
"Wh-h-aat?" She murmured feebly, eyes snapping open. The tiny bit of light made them shine. It took longer than I thought for her face to morph into a mask of pain. Her arms jerked slightly as though she could quite move them. Perhaps the sedative hadn't quite worn off yet. A noise boiled in her throat and I knew it was the thirst burning her from the inside out. God it must be hell with my blood so close yet so unobtainable. As fun as it was to watch, I needed to put a stop to it before she started screaming.
"Guy says you're not thirsty tonight." Instantly she calmed. I leant in capturing her lips gently, alarm filled her gorgeous eyes. I kissed the corner of her mouth trailing kisses over her jaw and down her neck while bringing my hand back up her side to cup her tit. She went stiff beneath me, her body rigid and tense.
"Mmm." I licked her neck and she moved her head away. "Aww come on now Doll don't be like that."
I pinched at her n****e feeling it harden under the pressure and she whimpered.
"Don't be such a frigid bitch." I whispered menacingly. "I bet you didn't have any complaints when you were whoring yourself to that Ricky." I squeezed her tit hard, biting at neck and pressing my crotch against her hip.
"Nn-no, I-i never, I didn't" She stammered with a teary voice.
"You saying you're a virgin?"
"Yes." she whispered.
"Guy says you will always tell me the truth."
"Guy says?" She asked, sounding confused.
Huh? She could hear that? I ignored her and pressed my question.
"Are you a virgin?"
"Yes."
As much as I wanted to take that for myself, God knows my d**k was hard as a rock, I couldn't help but wonder how much someone might pay for that privilege.
"Are… are you going to rape me?" She swallowed loudly, fear underlining each word. I could feel her fear over the protection of the bracelet. Goddamn it, if I hadn't decided before that did it for me. Ruined the f*****g mood.
"You’re not a f*****g person, so it's not rape and anyway, you would have enjoyed it." I spat rolling off the bed. A wave of sadness washed over me. How dare she keep playing me like this.
"Guy says you will never project your emotions on me again without my permission." I reveled in the magic. Feeding off it. Gripping her chin hard I looked her dead in the eye. "Do I have to sedate you again or are you going to be a good little Doll?" I snarled.
"Please don't sedate me again, I don't want to see it again. It hurts too much." She sobbed hard. "I'll be good, I swear it."
"You’d better." I told her, grabbing my wallet and snatching up the whisky before heading to the door.
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