Sylvia stared at Mark as he approached, her body heavy as lead. She tried to push herself off the chair, but couldn't so much as twitch a finger.
Mark stopped in front of her, taking his sweet time. He crouched down, his fingers brushing over her cheek and tracing down her back.
"Damn, what a perfect complexion. No wonder you fetch a higher price than the rest. Don't worry, I'll be careful."
Price? Skin? The words rattled in Sylvia's foggy mind.
She managed to force her lips apart, her voice shaky and slow. "W-what do you mean, price? What... skin?"
Just saying that felt like it drained every last drop of her energy. Her limbs went limp, sprawled uselessly on the floor.
Mark's lips curled into a grin, as if he'd just remembered something delicious. His hands twitched with excitement.
He leaned in closer, his breath reeking of whiskey. "You've been sold, sweetheart."
Sylvia's brain reeled. She tried to twist away, her teeth grit with effort. "No! Stop! Don't you'll bruise me! You'll ruin the look!"
Mark only laughed, then drove his boot down on her desperately scrabbling fingers.
Pain shot up her arm, sharp enough to make her gasp-but her voice barely made it out.
He hoisted her onto the long oak dining table with disturbing ease, then pulled out a length of bright red rope-something he'd probably picked up at a hardware store, though it looked custom-made for this. He tied her wrists and ankles to the table legs, every knot secure and practiced.
When everything was set, Mark poured himself a glass of bourbon, swirling it slowly as he looked her over from head to toe.
You won't feel any pain- actually, you might even enjoy it.
a toast, then dropped a dissolving tablet into his own drink.
inhaled deeply. When he opened
coverall from his bag and slipped it on, his fingers grazing over an array
her limbs
Mark brought the scalpel to her cheek, his voice a
up. Now she understood—his “inspiration”
a public girlfriend. She'd thought he was just private, maybe even romantic. But his muses had never survived long enough for anyone to
slid down her face, then
Rip.
shirt split open along her
over her skin, making appreciative noises as if admiring
"You'll be my masterpiece."
time...
blade touched
's
get
trembled violently, a o primal it
out of her
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