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.
took the sedative. You won't feel any pain- actually, you might even enjoy it. You should be grateful I'm
a toast, then dropped a dissolving tablet into his
When he opened them again, there was nothing
coverall from his bag and slipped it on, his fingers grazing over an array of
her limbs bound
the scalpel to her cheek, his voice a low, chilling purr. "Hush
to throw up. Now she understood—his
he was just private, maybe
face, then paused at the nape of
Rip.
split open along
her skin, making appreciative noises as if admiring a
"You'll be my masterpiece."
our time... you'll
blade touched her
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get
violently, a o primal it felt
crawling out of her
brain felt like it had
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