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All the pain seething through my body became almost like an aphrodisiac now, making my heart flutter and everything feel hazy and good. SO goooood..It made you feel so hyper and happy and... alive. It was so fucking delicious, oh

I giggled, eyes rolling. "Give me mmmore, master." A guttural moan tumbled out of my lips as my head slid back, enjoying the intense pain shifting through me, mixing with the surge of delectable adrenaline pumping through me like an IV. "Abuse me — abuse your wittle fat piggy. Pretty, please?"

Stiff silence blanketed the intense atmosphere for a few moments. "Acting like you want it, piggy won't stop me from killing you," the voice said in rigid anger.

No, it wouldn't. But their whole demeanor changed now that I was enjoying it, meaning this could buy me some time to think of an escape.

"Who says I'm lying? I really wanna be your piggy. I wanna oink for you, baby." I smiled, blood dripping down the corners of my lips like a satisfied vampire. I tongued the corner, tasting myself. "See? I'm already dripping for you. And you were right by the way. I do taste fabulous."

"Shut up."

"Nah, I'm okay," I said, moving my wrists, trying to remove the numbness that was forming from being hung. "I kind of like hearing myself talk. Don't you think your piggy has a beautiful voice? It's like hummingbirds giving birth—"

A hand shot across my cheek hard, stopping my words on my tongue. "I said shut up."

Head whipping to the side and back in place, a soreness settled across the right side of my face, and I cackled, loud and squeaky. "You gotta bring it harder than that, poppet. Piggy wants to feel it. Piggy wants to fucking cum, you know?" More giggles poured from my lips as my body swung in the air to a soft creaking rhythm.

"Keep talking, piggy. I'll cut your tongue out," the voice said in a high-pitched octave.

My eyes widened like a UFO, mouth agape. "You'd do that for me? Really?" A zip of delectable excitement skirted throughout my core, intensifying between my legs. "I've always wanted to see a severed human tongue." Lips grinning, globs of salvia mixed with the blood in my mouth, slowly leaking from the corners, excitement becoming too much for me. "I always regretted not cutting out Tiran's and taking a look. I should've cooked and ate that. Like his skin was delicious but imagine his tongue! Oh my god, do it." Electrifying tingles dove straight to my tummy, making me shiver. "Come on, do it, please?"

The product of succulent adrenaline, harsh pain and pleasure swelled inside of me, breeding together and making me extra wired. My head swam in the clouds above, covering everything in a thick haze.

"Are you serious?" the voice asked in disbelief. "Are you really this demented and sick?"

"I know your strawberry shortcake smelling ass ain't judging," I said, glaring.

"What did you say to me?"

"Strawberry. Shortcake. Smelling. Ass," I said in slow motion. "Please tell me you know who that is? You're not that dense, are you? She's the—"

"I'm not stupid," the voice snapped back. "I know who that is."

"Well, you smell like you just fucking ate her out and used her juices as a breath mint." I laughed. "You probably stink. Why else would you smell like a strawberry milk reject? To mask something. You probably got a dirty pussy. Or balls. You know I don't discriminate."

They smacked me again. And again.

I sniggered, loving the pain. "Hit a sore spot, did I?"

"I like how you want to act all big and bad now when I had you crying earlier," the voice said, tone filled with victory and cockiness. "You're just a scared little smut, piggy. Acting tough isn't going to help you here. You're still gonna die."

"You ain't gonna do shit," I said, staring into the darkness still trying to see them, but I couldn't. "If you were going to kill me you would've done it by now. How many opportunities did you have? I was fucking knocked out in the pool room, and you just wrote on my face like some little strawberry pussy."

"I like to play—" they started.

"Yeah, you like to play with your food." I moved my hip to the left, making the rope swing me from left to right. "I get it. You're fucking weak. I'm guessing that was you whispering in my room, trying to get me to kill myself. You probably did the same thing to Layla. That's laughable."

"It worked on her."

"That's still some soft shit in my book." I rolled my eyes. "You manipulated someone who was already juggling with those thoughts. I hope you're not proud of yourself. I just think you're a scared little cunt panda who can't hang with the big dogs in the game." Tossing my head back, condescending laughs left my throat in large chunks. "You had the opportunity to gut the bitch." Thick wetness flooded my mouth, trailing down in sloppy lines. "To drive a knife into Layla's body and feel every movement of that sharp metal destroying her flesh and tissue as thick succulent blood covered your skin and your ears heard her take her last breaths. You gave up that orgasmic experience to let her do it herself? Pussy. Ass. Move. I would cut off my left tit for that experience." I shook my head. "I would pity you if I didn't think you were so stupid."

Something sticky slashed across my forearm, sending hot white agony up my shoulder blade. "How about that, huh?" They cut me again and again. "HUH! Am I stupid now?"

Every incision packed my cells with intense pleasure, spreading through me like a virus. "Yes. Yes, you are."

They sliced again and again, a little deeper this time. "How about now, huh? Still stupid?"

"Um no. Stupid is reserved for people who do dumb shit," I said, moving my neck. "You're something else entirely. I definitely think your ancestors used to fuck each other. Your type of idiocy could only come from genetic flaws and damaged DNA."

A fist jabbed into my stomach, knocking the air out of me for a second. I gasped while cackling. "Aww, you mad?"

"Quiet, piggy." Something sliced against my hip.

My eyes rolled into my head, relishing in the delicious painful sensations igniting in my body. "You trying to make me oink, master? Just cut me a bit lower. JR would love that."

The voice paused. "Who's JR?"

"My pussy. I named him Jack the Ripper."

"You're so disgusting."

"Am I or are you just basic?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Bad bitches name their vaginas. It's common sense." I stared into the darkness. "Unless you're a dude, and then your dick name has to be badass like Monster Claw or Maximum Destroyer or you'll just come off as desperate. Like who wants to suck a dick name Fred? I don't." I paused. "But with your piggy fetish, I think your sex life is probably already limited to your hand anyway. Or finger. You know I don't discriminate."

"I don't have a fetish," they said. "You're the repulsive one here."

"And you're pathetic," I shouted, thick spit and blood flying from my lips. "Here I am, a perfectly good victim and you won't kill me." A thought slipped in my mind. "Ohhh, you're one of those impotent motherfuckers who can't kill unless your victim is afraid of you. Awww, did your mama not love you enough? Did she not spoil you with kisses and wipe your booty as a child? Aww, poor baby."

Then another thought hit me. "Or you had one of those obsessive Norman Bate type mommies who made you suck her titty until you were like fifteen," I said and laughed. "And now she's dead and you resent her, so you kill women to get revenge for her ruining your life. But you can't kill them yourself because you're weak, so you have to make them kill themselves because that's what you wanted your mother to do because you hated her so much. That's why you get a special satisfaction in making people off themselves."

"You're so wrong! My mommy was an angel," the voice screamed, cutting my arms and legs and stomach. "I'll cut your fucking limbs off for disrespecting her."

They shoved me back so hard that my body swung upwards, fingers brushing against a metal tube. A PIPE! That's what I was hooked up to and why I kept hearing that creaking noise. Pipes weren't that strong. With enough momentum, I might be able to break it.

Which meant I just had to keep pissing them off a little bit more, and they'd keep hitting me, hopefully giving me enough power to break the pipe.

"Was it your father then?" I asked, pulling my wrists downward, increasing the creaking. "He spank you too much as a child? Or maybe he abandoned you on the side of the road like the dirty hooker he used to cheat on your mommy with?" I grinned, eyes lifting. "Is that why you smell like strawberries all the time? Because that's what your father's breath used to smell like when he finally came home in the wee hours after licking hooker ass? Aww. He probably used to kiss you right on the forehead, right? And make you promise to never tell your mommy, right?"

The voice squeaked and stabbed me in the thigh, deep enough to almost make me gasp. The impact propelled me backward a few feet, rocking me back and forth, the creaking becoming almost deafening. A little more.

"How about we play the guessing game?" I asked as the severe tingles shredding up my skin become almost too great. The pain was starting to overpower my pleasure, but the adrenaline and my pride kept me from passing out. "I'll guess who you are."

"You'll never guess," the voice said. "You lost last time, piggy."

"Yeah but I was close-minded then, now I'm wide open, just like that the hooker's thighs were for your daddy," I said. "Or maybe your mommy's thighs for your grandpappy. You do seem like you come from a family that fucks each other."

My assailant hollered at me, the clack of a lighter opening filling the air. Scalding droplets licked my stomach, penetrating my skin like a needle through a petal, destroying it.

I bucked, body swaying like I had the holy ghost as sweet gasps propelled from my face. The droplets intensified as they clung to my waist. "A family that fucks together, sucks together. That's your family motto, right? Ya'll say that right before ya'll plow each other in the barn out back."

"Be quiet!" The voice said to me, tone savage as they hit and cut me.

More nicks marred my naked skin, each tearing away more flesh as my body rocked like an amusement park ride. Thick streams crawled down my body, making me giggle. "You're so pitiful. Just kill me already. I dissed your whole existence and here I am, still alive." I chuckled. "If someone talked to me the way I talked to you, I would've been slit their throat. But you're still letting me live. You really shouldn't exist. I can hear your daddy right now in my head, wishing your mommy would've just swallowed you."

As soon as that last word left my lips, a screeching roar pierced the air, the voice changer making it sound like Godzilla and I belly-laughed, the endorphins chasing away the intense agony.

They had enough after that, and they just started to cut me while hollering. The speed of their attacks made my body rock to a faster tempo and on their last cut, I used the momentum of my moving body to swing my legs up and kick out in front of me, spreading my thighs open wide.

My left leg connected with something hard and the sound of something clacking to the floor hit my ears. They dropped their weapon. That's when I started wiggling, trying to get the pipe to break.

My attacker must've seen what I was trying to do, and they jumped at me and tried keeping me in place. But instead of stopping me, the momentum of my body was too great, and they ended up clutching onto me to stop themselves from falling, which put extra weight onto my swinging body.

With a creaking pop, we both dropped together onto the floor. I landed on my back, the dirty ground eating at my wounds, making them sting. A crash went off behind me, followed by a whistle of air. Dense puffs of heat showered me, sweat forming on my upper lip.

I coughed, clearing my lungs as I flexed my now free hands.

"You're so dead," my attacker said, grabbing my hair.

"Oo, I'm so scared of someone who gets horny looking at pork sausages." Using my last bit of adrenaline to fight instead of chasing off the pain, I flung myself to the left. The unknown person got tossed to the side, letting go of my hair.

I snickered, loving the newfound energy. "I wonder who you are." I lurched into the blackness, grabbing for my attacker. Luckily, I got what felt like an arm. It felt somewhat thin. "Why you running from me? I thought you wanted to play torture victim? It's your turn to be the victim."

"Get away from me."

"Don't be like that. I let you do it to me. Now it's my turn. Didn't your mommy teach you about sharing?"

"Just shut up already," the voice said, jumping on top of me, legs straddling my torso. They tried to punch me, but I bear-hugged them to my chest. "Oo, you're not big, so you're definitely not Fee or Rucker."

A head butted into my boobs, making them instantly sore. "I said shut up," the voice said.

Tossing them away from me, I clutched my tit. "A titty shot is such a low blow, but I guess I can't expect much from someone whose mom is blowing their own daddy."

Layla's killer grunted and kicked me in my side. I tumbled back, my skin scratching the floor. Flipping onto my stomach, I swung my leg outward, connecting with something and hearing a staticky "oof" and a crash.

"I don't think you're Yaz either," I said, feeling around. "She doesn't seem like the type to have a pig fetish."

"Don't you ever just shut your mouth," the voice snapped in front of me. A hand whipped across my chin, and once it connected, I grabbed it before it could move back.

My nails pierced their wrist, and I yanked them to my side and slapped their hand to the ground. I cocked up my foot and slammed my heel into the middle of their hand.

A crunching noise wafted the air while breathy yells followed. Digging my heel in deep, I cherished those delightful breaking sounds. "If you're Khan, nice kiss the other night. Perfect tongue to movement ratio. We should do it again before I kill you."

"You're such a slut, piggy," the voice snapped as their hand moved from under my shoe.

"Really? Do you mean that? Thank you." I paused and tapped a finger to my lip, sweat, salvia, and blood drenching my tip. "You could be Gmie—"

"What if I was Jookie?" they interrupted through thick pants.

"Nah, Jookie wouldn't hesitate to kill someone." I threw myself where I thought my attacker might be, and I somehow landed on top of their legs. They pushed me off and tried to scramble away, but my hands grabbed an ankle, snaking my fingers around it. "And if you were him, we would probably be fucking instead of fighting right now. He wouldn't be able to resist his little peach being all tied up and beggy."

They tried kicking me off them, but I laughed, twisting their ankle sharply to the left, just enough to break it. They screamed, making me giggle. Inflicting pain was just utterly satisfying. It calmed my soul and made my mind hum to a jittery tune.

Gripping the wiggling leg with both my hands, I licked the trembling calf, their pain making my pelvis twitch. "Poppet, your skin tastes so good that it makes me wonder what your insides taste like. Can I have a bite?"

"Fuck you," they shouted, trying to throw me off.

I chuckled. "Is that any way to talk to someone you just tortured? I thought our relationship was better than this. You're not gonna ghost me now, are you? That would make me very upset, poppet."

"You're insane!"

"Says the person with the piggy fetish?" I laughed. "It's okay. I'll make you oink for me now. Oink, little piggy." My mouth sank into their juicy calf muscle, teeth digging in so deep that I tasted blood. Yummy.

I moaned as the voice screamed, buckling their body to get me off. That just made me bite harder, more liquid surging into my mouth like I just bit into a jelly donut.

But like a jelly donut, you didn't just bite it. You wanted to eat the whole thing.

Teeth delving in so deep that my gums rubbed against their flesh, I whipped my head like an attacking dog and tore out a small chunk of leg meat, getting mostly flesh and tissue because the muscle was too thick. Ugh, life could be so unfair sometimes.

The voice gasped and howled like a demented banshee, as rich fluid dusted my face and fingers. I tried to keep a grip on their leg, but the gushing blood made it too slick, and they snatched it from me, crying.

A sticky irony flavor coated my tongue, mixing with the gritty meat my teeth chewed like it was bubblegum before spitting it out. "Ugh you taste like incest and daddy issues," I said, mouth overflowing with blood. "Let's see if the other leg tastes different."

"Stay away from me," the voice said between teary sighs.

My hands searched the floor and felt an ankle. I latched onto it, but they gasped and kicked at me, one foot hitting me on the side of my temple.

I fell back, dizziness coming over me. "Shit," I whispered and shivered.

"Shit, I can't see anything," I heard a voice say from the far left, near the pool room entrance. "It's so dark." Yaz.

"Get them," I screamed to her and blinked, trying to focus, but everything began to get fuzzy and slow. My adrenaline plummeted, and the severity of my injuries started to peek through.

"This isn't over," the voice shouted, the staticky tone hurting my ears, making my disorientation worse.

"Get back here then," I whispered as my hand gripped the air, trying to find them, every movement making me dizzier.

When the echo of footsteps running away stroked my ear, I knew Layla's killer got away, and that's when I dropped, closing my eyes in exhaustion and pain.

"I just heard her scream," Rucker said. "I can't see shit."

"Wait, I have my iPad flashlight," Khan said and then a few seconds passed.

"Holy shit," Yaz said. "She's in the corner."

A dim light caressed my face, and I tried to move and open my eyes, but nothing would corporate. Someone picked me up and held me close. The pressure of their touch made every particle of my body blaze, and that's when I passed out.

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