{ #4 } The Darker Side Of The Moon (MxM || 18+)

Chapter 19 - Cutie

The Darker Side Of The Moon
Book 4 of The Black Moon series
Chapter 19: Cutie

Monday 6 July 2015

Muffled screams and loud voices are coming up from above the ceiling.

Fuck! Is this what I think it is?

Tears.

Tears are pooling my eyes as I lie on this bed where Timmy died almost four months ago. My wrists and ankles are tied to each corner of the bedframe, I am spread-eagled and stark naked. The only things that my body bears are those leather restraints, the chastity cage and the big ball gag in my mouth. This has been my condition for the past two weeks, ever since my failed suicide attempt.

Because yeah, sadly, that jerk of Fabio managed to save my life.

The door of the basement is flung open. "... so that he doesn't blow out my eardrums!!" I hear Fabio scream before heavy footsteps start going down the staircase and the muffled screams amplify.

More tears.

More tears are now flooding my face and I really have a hard time suppressing my whimpers despite the gag.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

So they really made it!

Andrei's promise was for real and he got me a new companion to replace Timmy. I just can't help my sobs and I hope they won't hear me. I promised I would behave and I well intend to respect that. Too many lives are depending on me and my behavior, so I will take it upon me and try my best.

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Life is hell.

Life is worse than hell, I believe.

In all the stories I read or heard about hell, Satan was never as evil as Andrei is. That man is worse than the devil himself. When I regained consciousness after I had opened my veins on my left wrist, he was there beside me, sitting on this bed. I was in the same position as I am now, except that gauze was sticking out of the restraints and I wasn't gagged. As soon as I opened my eyes and saw him there, everything became clear in my mind. I immediately remembered his last visit, the promise of a new pet, the rough fucking, the pain, then my attempt at ending my life.

I was expecting him to go all sadist on me, in the physically violent sense of the term. I thought he was going to burst out in anger and whip me until I'd lose consciousness again. But he didn't do that at all. He remained very calm and quiet for the longest time.

That caught me off guard and his silence was much worse than a loud shouting in the end. He just kept staring down at me, almost with adoration in his eyes, but I could still decipher the tension in his body and that only worsened my fears. I was wondering what was going through his head, and I actually wish I had never known, but after maybe an hour, he suddenly felt the need to speak his mind.

Fabio sometimes has a sixth sense, Kitten. I don't know why. It just happens. Yesterday, shortly after I left, he felt something was wrong. He couldn't say what, he just felt it. So, he went downstairs to check up on you and thank God, he got there in time. Fabio saved you, Kitten, and I shall be eternally grateful to him for doing so. I just can't imagine if he had been only a few minutes later.

In the end, you didn't lose that much blood, but he got really scared. He did what was necessary to stop the blood from running, cleaned the cut, wrapped a bandage around your wrist and he did what he had to do. He took you back to bed and tied you up so that you wouldn't do another mistake. And then he called me. I've spent the night here watching you sleep, wondering what I should do with you.