“There we go,” Hollow murmurs. “That should do it.”
I’ll never forget a moment of this.
“Perfect,” Dollface says, stepping back. “Now he’ll last.”
Garrett slumps again, his chest rising in shallow, uneven breaths, his skin pale and covered with sweat.
“Aww, man,” Dollface whines, turning back toward me. “I should’ve cooked his tiny cock foryou before feeding it earlier. It might’ve tasted better.”
A laugh slips out from behind the mask; light, almost playful.
This is all just a joke to him.
My throat tightens as Hollow moves back to the bag, digging around before pulling something else out. I can’t see it fully, just a glint of metal catching the light.
I flinch anyway.
“Now,” he says, walking toward me again, “where were we?”
My body tenses, instinct kicking in even though I know it won’t help. The ropes bite into my wrists, skin already raw where I’ve been pulling.
“I think,” Dollface says from behind me, his hands settling on my shoulders, “it’s time we show you what real pain feels like.”
His fingers dig in deeply, like he’s testing my pain threshold.
I suck in a breath, my body going tight as he presses deeper; his nails cutting into my skin.
I glance at Garrett.
His gaze doesn’t settle anywhere. It just floats, empty, like he’s already gone.
ButI see it now.
The word carved into his skin.
CHEATER.
“Please,” I whisper. I don’t even know why I say it. I know they won’t listen. “Just.. let us go. You’ve done enough.”
Hollow tilts his head, watching me through that mask like he’s trying to figure something out.
“Quite the opposite, Puppet.” he says softly.
He lifts his hand, showing me what he pulled from the bag.
He rocks a pair of pliers back and forth.
My breath halts instantly.
“We’ve not done enough. In fact, I think there’s a lot more we can do.”
Dollface giggles behind me, light and childishly. “Nails, teeth.. Oh! What about her nipples?”
I don’t even want to process the words that he just said.
My chest tightens.
“N- no, please,” I choke out, shaking my head like that’s going to change anything. My voice sounds pathetic and weak, but I don’t care. “Iwon’t say anything to anyone, I swear. I just want to go home.”