To Be A Prize

Chapter 17

"How badly do you want to kiss me right now?" I whimper, pouting out my bottom lips just inches away from Punz's mouth.

He exhales heavily and ducks down to murmur into my neck, his lips fluttering across my skin sending a shiver down my spine, "I want to do more than just kiss you, y/n."

"Then do it," my hand drifts up to guide the hand that lurks at the hem of my top, my small palm barely covering his own , "I dare you."

At the utterance of those words, Punz's mouth engulfs my own, his soft lips dancing across mine as his fingers play with the loose fabric. I let out a soft gasp as his tongue pushes into my mouth, dominating it. Every fibre of my being lights on fire for what feels like the first time in a long time.

His waist grinds into me, pushing my back into the cold, hard wall behind me, reminding me of our whereabouts. I crave his touch as his lips ravage my neck, no doubt leaving a dozen future love bites in their wake.

A deep, guttural moan ricochets from his throat at the pure pleasure he feels from knowing that his touch alone unravels me. It's getting difficult to concentrate.

I reach down to deepen the connection between us by fiddling with the clothes that entrap him but he grabs my arm and forces it back, "no, no, this is all about you, y/n," he purrs into my open mouth.

"Please," I beg, desperate to feel him, pulling myself away from the kiss to look up at him. He meets my gaze but his eyes are half shut, his lids heavy with arousal.

"We can't have sex," he replies, and all of a sudden the fire inside of me fizzles out and I am thrown.

"Awfully presumptuous, don't you think?" I say, ripping his hand my waist and sidestepping his arm to recreate that familiar distance between us.

"No it's not that, y/n, I would never expect that of you," he says, smiling smoothly with his sleazy car-salesman smirk, stroking my arm comfortingly.

"If you don't want to have sex, that's fine, no pressure," I tell him, feeling stupid for just assuming that any man would collapse at the chance to have sex with me and feeling even worse for putting Punz in a position he didn't want to be in. Maybe I'm the one who was being presumptuous.

"No, it's not that either. Definitely not, Lord knows how much I want to take you upstairs and fuck you until you can't walk." He runs his tongue along his bottom lip as he says this, as if he's imagining doing just that, and his eyes unwittingly float to my skirt which is now pulled up to my waist to reveal my lacy, black thong. I realise this and tug it down, regaining eye contact from him.

"Then why?" I ask.

"It's agains the rules," Punz admits sheepishly, averting eye contact.

A rage boils up inside of me and I reach a point of anger where I see nothing but red. My breath quickens and my heart beat pounds in my chest, threatening to explode right out and punch Punz in the face for me.

I am suddenly aware of the energy that has been bottling up inside of me for the past couple of days. Energy that I have been trying to contain but now have to let out.

Before I even realise what I'm doing, I have the 6 feet tall man by the scruff of his collar and I'm dragging him inside the house. I hear him aimlessly ask me questions, but I choose to ignore them.

"Sit," I command, pointing at the chairs surrounding the dining room.

Punz sits without hesitation.

"DREAM! SAPNAP!" I scream, and hear footsteps running down the corridor.

"What is it? Are you okay?" Disregarding their flurry of questions, I just gesture towards the already sat man and tell them to follow his lead.

The boys look at each other, concerned. Punz just shakes his head.

"As you all don't seem to be able to comprehend the fact that I am a real life human being, not just some object you can do as you please with, I'm going to have to prove it to you," I pronounce to the room of stunned men.

"I'm going to prove that I will do whatever the fuck I want, and no one, especially you three fuckers, can create a game in which I am objectified and dehumanised."

I start walking to the kitchen, leaving them all on their own in the dining room, too scared to ask each other what's going on.

I emerge from the kitchen with my hands hidden behind my back, hiding my retrieved object from the fools before me.

"And, unfortunately, the only way I can think to do that is to show you just how much free will I have," I say confidently, revealing the knife I had been hiding.

"Now, y/n, don't do anything stupid here," Dream says, terrified of the look in my eye. He goes to stand up but thinks better of it, too scared to agitate me further.

"Why is it that you think all of my decisions are stupid, Dream?" I ask, exasperated, holding the knife up so that the reflection of the overhead light glints in the shiny metal.

"He didn't mean it like that," Sapnap butts in, desperate to deescalate the situation as always.

"For fucks sake Sapnap, shut up and grow a back bone already. Stop being so terrified of confrontation and learn to live a little," a devilish smile grows on my lips and I can feel the energy in my body begging to be released.

The knife grows heavy in my hand, whispering commands in my ear to prove to the idiots in front of me that I am capable of being more than their rule following lapdog, and to allow the anger and rage inside me to flow out. Like killing two birds with one knife.

"Please y/n, don't do this," Sapnap begs, a tear trails down his cheek.

I ignore him and bring the knife to my arm, careful to avoid any major veins as this isn't that kind of story.

"What was rule number 1 again?" I say to no one in particular whilst the boys all watch on in horror. "That's right, 'Don't hurt her'. All of you broke that rule the minute you wrote it down so it looks like you won't be needing your precious prize anymore!"

As the blade of the knife teases the supple skin of my forearm, a wave of nauseating pain hits my stomach as if warning me before thick hot blood begins to bubble along the straight, almost surgical, gash.

"What the fuck have I just come home to?" A familiar voice says, interrupting me.

"Karl," I whisper, turning round to see his beautiful face struck with shock, "welcome home."

I smile and we both watch as a steady trickle of blood drips onto the floor.