The Thirteenth Girl

Third Needs A Hearse

This Chapter is dedicated to my amazing boyfriend/partner/roleplaying buddie/my submissive/my everything, you are the most patient, amazing person I know. Now read on~

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Anya fainted from a combination of exhaustion, shock and fear, she awoke covered in sweat and was breathing heavily. She tried to move her arms but they were tied above her head by black rope, she found the same to be true with her legs. She opened her eyes and saw she was still in her room, but some stuff had been moved around and most of her room had been covered in cling wrap.

Anya panicked for a moment but then her face fell, a single word at her lips.

“Benjamin.”

The aforementioned boy looked up from where he had been placing more of the cling-wrap, he turned to her and smiled.

“What is it Sweetie?” He said in a genuine sounding voice, but Anya wouldn’t trust the bastard for one moment. Ben leant down and gently stroked her cheek, Anya struggled and tried to bite at Ben’s merciful hand.

Ben smiled at Anya’s pitiful attempts, he leant over her, one arm on either side of her head.

“Ah, stop being so cute,” He moved his head closer to her ear and whispered “You make me want to eat you.”

Anya shivered from disgust, with what she had seen of Ben so far, she thinks he would probably try to, and might succeed. Ben’s fingers danced up the top of Anya’s leg, quietly humming an indistinguishable tune he then said, probably to himself.

“Now, what should I do to you?” He looked over to Anya’s face, almost as if asking for her opinion, before turning away and walking over to a bag that Anya hadn’t seen before.

“W-What’s in the bag?” Her nerve was quickly failing, she was trying to be brave but, try as she might, it wasn’t working very well.

Ben stood up and chuckled to himself, his back was turned so Anya couldn’t see what he grabbed out. Without turning he spoke, this time it was clearly directed towards Anya.

“Hey, Sweetie, do you get uncomfortable with the sight of blood?” Anya refused to reply, what was this crazed man going to do to her?

Benjamin turned to reveal to Anya a small but clearly razor sharp blade, Anya started to shake and tried in vain to escape the ropes that bound her to her bed, and the only thing keeping her Ben’s prisoner.

Moving back towards Anya’s bed, Ben sat on top of Anya, one leg on either side of her body. He was a fair amount taller than she was but not extremely so, if they stood next to each other she was around nose level with him.

Ben growled and began to get impatient, he pulled Anya’s shirt so that the only thing it was covering was her breasts. Ben moved his head down and licked her stomach before pulling away and gently placing the knife against her cheek.

He said in a rather husky voice, he was clearly aroused by the whole situation.

“So, Sweetie, do you like blood?”

Anya had broken down mere seconds before, hot wet tears streaked down her face, leaving little red rivulets where the tears had been. Ben stopped for a moment before removing the blade and licking up her tears, he then spoke in a rather sympathetic voice.

“Now, my delicious little slave, we can’t have you tearing up when I haven’t done anything yet.”

Anya looked up at Ben and glared at him through the tears, her long auburn a mess and her cheeks flushed of all colour she spoke in harsh tones.