Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“And you liked it?” I prod her, moving fingers over Dawn’s pussy, keeping her primed.
“No,” Glenna sighs. Dawn’s body goes tight in my arms but I hold her down on me. She’s not getting away.
“Then, why in the fuck did you move in with me?” Dawn snarls.
“I needed you to co-sign to buy my car. You were so fucking easy. All I’d have to do is pretend to enjoy getting you off and you’d give me anything.”
“You used me,” Dawn whispers, the sadness bleeding through the happiness the drugs had going just moments before.
“Can I have the coke now?” Glenna says, dismissing Dawn.
“You hate Dawn, don’t you?” I purr, grabbing her hair and pulling her so that her face is right in front of me, but even closer to Dawn.
“Yes. I hate everything about the bitch. I thought getting a man in our bed would make her leave, but she’s so weak, she stayed even knowing she wasn’t wanted,” Glenna snarls.
“You fucking bitch,” Dawn cries out. Then, surprising even me, she wraps her hands on each side of Glenna’s neck and starts choking her.
Glenna flails, clawing at Dawn’s hands, but Dawn doesn’t let go. Glenna’s face is starting to change color, she’s gasping and making these noises that I swear to fuck, vibrate in my cock.
“She used you,” I purr in Dawn’s ear. “She thinks you’re weak.”
“I’m not weak!” Dawn screams, and even from this angle I can see the tears sliding down her face. “I’m not weak!”
“You need to teach this bitch a lesson. She’s a user. I bet she’s even been fucking men while you’re been together. While you’re out working to pay off her car, she’s home fucking whatever cock she can find.”
“I’ll kill you,” Dawn hisses to Glenna and she’s really close to doing just that if the color of Glenna’s skin is to be believed.
“You need to make it hurt,” I whisper, ever helpful. I reach under the mattress and find the knife I have hidden there.
“She’s not worth it,” Dawn finally says, and drops her hands, one falling on my leg.
“I knew you couldn’t do it,” Glenna says, her voice hoarse. She coughs as she gets the words out. “You’re too fucking weak. That’s why I picked you. I could control you,” she hisses. I put the knife in Dawn’s hand, wrapping her fingers over the handle. She jerks, looking down at the knife in her hand. I put my other hand back in Glenna’s hair, keeping her from moving away. The poor bitch hasn’t seen the knife yet.
Soon she will.
“I hate you. I hated everything about you. The way you snore at night, the way you insisted on spooning me every night like a fucking loser. I hated it all, but the thing I hated the most was the way you tasted. I had to hide the fact that I was gagging the entire time!” Glenna is trying to scream, but her vocal cords are definitely bruised.
Dawn raises the knife, and presses it against Glenna’s neck.
“I’m not weak now, am I, bitch? Do I look weak to you?” she snarls. She presses the blade deeper, and a little sliver of blood appears bright against the silver blade.
“Like you have the balls to do anything. You’ll wimp out, just like you do with everything else,” Glenna laughs.
I see the moment indecision flashes through Dawn. I may not be able to see her face, but I feel it coming off of her in waves. I cap my hand over hers and hold the knife, not letting her retreat. I press harder. Glenna’s worried now, I see it in her dilated eyes. She tries to pull away from me, but she’s afraid to do too much because the knife is poised, cutting into her.
“It’s time to take back control, Dawn. If you don’t have respect in this world, you have to take it,” I tell her. I move the knife down just a little, cutting Glenna as I go. I stop to see what she’s going to do. I’m not going to let her out of this, but I’d like it better if she does this part of her own free will. It will make it that much sweeter.
“Dawn, baby, I did…n’t mean it. Let’s stop this…Go home.”
“You mean the house I paid for? The bed I paid for, because you had to have it?” Dawn asks. “How many people did you fuck in our bed, Glenna? How many?” she cries.
“Dawn,” Glenna whispers. She doesn’t say anything else, but she doesn’t have to. The truth is easy to read and I smile in victory.
“Who? Who did you take to our bed?” she asks. Glenna doesn’t answer, but it’s clear, even if high on coke, to see that there’s been someone. Unless I miss my guess there were several. “I hate you,” Dawn mumbles. “I fucking hate you.”