I Gave Him Fentanyl - 🔞A Dark Romance Thriller

16. Who's The Psycho Now?

I SUCKED BLOOD.... what the fuck?

I only meant to tease him, but once I got a hold of the knife and made him flinch, I got drunk of power - I lost control. Rationality flew off from my mind, but really... it's mostly my morality.

But fuck it. It felt good to make him taste his own medicine. Shit. I should have bitten him too like the way he had bitten me: flesh ripping out and blood badly pouring out.

Because... Fuck him.

I spit out his remaining blood clinging in my mouth in the sink and start to brush my teeth. I try to erase his taste from my tongue... but not of repulsion; it's of denial. I'm in denial of how I liked it.

Because dominating over an untamed beast is... intoxicating... addicting. It shows that I'm strong enough.

As the rest of the day passes by, I just sit on my couch, staring at the open windows, looking over the street where people walk or drive by. It's actually boring since I'm not spying someone I like. But I remain seated. Probably because I don't know what to do. I have been like this until I haven't notice that it's been two days already.

I tried to go back to the basement to talk to him... but he wouldn't talk to me. He gave me the silent treatment after what happened. He's so determined to be silent that even when I tried to cut him again, he wouldn't even make a squeak. He's probably pissed off that I didn't let him jack off his hardon since I kept his wrists chained on the wall. Even though it's entertaining to see him suffer, I didn't get much enough satisfaction. And it's making me bored.

I'm utterly bored in my mind.

I'm so fucking bored I'm afraid I'll go crazy.

I stand up from the couch then look through my bag, trying to find my vibrator. I'll just play with myself until my clit falls off. That way, I can forget my boredom.

Shit.

I can't seem to find it.

It's starting to piss me off.

"Where the fuck is it?!"

Though, what I do find in the depths of my bag is a piece of vellum paper. I pull it out to see and realize it's the lady chemist's calling card.

"Contact me if you changed your mind."

I remember her saying.

I sigh and grab my phone. I dial the number.

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

I wait and wait, until...

"Yes?"

I let out a big sigh, then immediately reply with a smile. "I'm in."

🎀

I stare at my mirror after I applied my red lipstick. It's a shade of blood, complimenting my smoky eyes sprinkled with glitters.

I stand up to finally zip my dress at the back. Though, it takes me a few seconds to do it, as my cocktail dress is pretty tight, highlighting my jutting hips, my plump ass, and my busty chest.

I put on my stiletto heels, smoothen my auburn wig, spray on some perfume. And finally, I leave my room.

Keys jiggle in my hand as I make my way to the main door of the basement down the stairs. I swiftly open it and strut inside, my heels loudly clicking against the tiles. I walk like a Victoria's Secret model because of how this dress is making me feel hot and confident; I want him to watch me how hot and confident I am. I want him to salivate.