Why not? You don’t need him. I’m your dream come true.
Oh, great.
A stalker.
Just another fucking thing to add to my list.
I block the number instantly before moving to Garrett’s contact in my phone next. My patience is stretched so thin, it’s seconds from snapping.
He answers quick. “Hey, baby. I’m almost finished-”
That did it.
It snaps.
“I know you’re almost finished, you son of a cunt!” My voice comes out loud enough that it echoes back at me. “I don’t know where in the fuck that video came from, but I just watched you get dicked down by someone who is clearlynotme, at your job!”
There’s a pause. Then his breath hitches over the line. “Vicky, what are you talking about? Are you having confidence issues again? You know I’d never-”
Something feral crawls up my throat, and I don’t even try to swallow it down. “Don’t fucking gaslight me. I have two eyes, Garrett.”
I can picture him on the other end; frozen as the panic hits him. He knows I’ve seen it. Knows I know exactly what he’s been doing atwork. All those “long sessions.” All that bullshit.
“Vicky, I-”
I pull the phone away from my ear and scream my next few words toward the bottom of it.
“LOSE MY FUCKING NUMBER!”
9
Dollface
PRESENT TIME.
“Hush now, little Vicky; don’t say another fucking word. Dolly’s gonna have you singing, voice breaking like a bird.”
I take a slow breath, then let it fall out of me in a quiet, dry chuckle.
“And if my sweet Vicky doesn’t sing the way she should.. then poor ole’ Garrett’s gonna be gone for good.”
I let go of the blade, leaving it lodged in the soft part of her leg. It’s found its temporary home. But my hand lingers for a second, hovering, almost reluctant to leave it behind.
My head tilts to the side as I watch her.
The shock is settling in behind her eyes.
It’s beautiful.
Fucking beautiful.
Her lashes try to flutter shut as if her body’s trying to shut down without permission. Maybe it’s the blood loss. Maybe it’s her experiencing euphoria at the feeling of my cum all inside of her.
A crooked smile pulls at my mouth beneath the mask.
Are you feeling it, Victoria?
Do you like it?