Please... Save Me (Stud4Stud)

Chapter 19

~Doni's P.O.V.~

My body was leaned up against the wall as I stared at my playthings. I hadn't been able to have any fun with them yet do to the condition they were in when they got here, but they were pretty much healed now. Today was the day that I got to have my fun and I was excited.

The room was dark, but not too dark. There was enough light for me to see Alice trying to wiggle herself free of the table's built-on restraints. Silly girl. Her husband, on the other hand, was still passed out, hanging upside down from the ceiling.

My feet began to move and the rest of my body followed. Soon enough I was in front of the naked woman, peering down at her. She was too busy staring down at her bound left wrist to even notice the fact that I was in the room. Only when she turned her head and saw me standing over her did she truly start to freak out.

Her body wiggled ferociously, back bending high off of the table. She tried to get her legs free, sliding them down as far as she could, then yanking them back up, but it was no use. Alice was only bruising her ankles and it was very noticeable on her fare skin.

She looked up at me, not being able to see my entire face due to the mask I had covering everything from my nose, down. Her eyes pierced into mine. Begging me to show her mercy. To let her go.

But I didn't. Instead I smirked and walked away, into the shadows where I kept my toys hung on up the wall. Her screams for me were muffled by the gag I had secured around her head. If only she knew...

Chris would always tell me that she didn't like them, but I just thought it was because they didn't always get her everything she wanted. You know, the little dumb shit that every child complains about. Never had it ever come to my mind that they were abusing her.

The irony of having a sociopath as your caseworker.

I mean, it's not like she would ever tell me anything anyway. Every time I asked 'how' she would always say, "You really don't see it? Fine, I'll prove it".

I still hadn't gotten any proof yet.

But now I don't need it. My boss gave me a job, and I'm going to do it. Simple.

I put on a pair of extra thick gloves and picked up a wire. Is was long, wide, and super sharp. Used to cut through iron. There were pieces on the end that I could hold without cutting myself, but this bitch looked like she was going to give me all types of problems. Who wasn't finna fuck around and cut their hand off, is me.

When I walked back over to her she sighed and tried to speak. She kept nodding her head towards her wrists while her muffled words never ceased. I just cocked my head to the side.

Alice finally stopped and looked at me. It was as if she didn't understand. She didn't understand how someone could see her in such a predicament and not help her.

Her eyes left mine, traveling down my chest and to my hands. Once she saw the wire her screams resumed. She had begun to wiggle again. I smiled.

I placed my hand on her chest and slid it down her body as I walked toward the end of the table. Her skin was soft and fair, and she shook and squirmed under my finger tips.

Once near the end of the table, I took the wire and placed it over her right leg. My hands were positioned on both sides of her thighs, holding down the wire. It wasn't doing much yet. Just sitting on top of her skin. Pressing into it.

I thought of it more like a slightly dulled blade. You can press it into the skin as hard as you wanted and not much would happen. But begin to move it and...

I started to slide the wire down her thigh. Alice's loud screams bounced off of the walls and fueled a very familiar flame inside of me. My flame. A flame that I had lit at the age of six years old, when I snatched my Ken doll's leg out of it's socket out of anger. Imagining his screams to let him go as I pulled him apart piece by piece.