When the Dark Wins

You won’t win.

You won’t.

“Suck, slut. Clean your mess off my fingers.” He released her jaw, fingers still too far back on her tongue, and she immediately bit down.

His body jerked, but he was fast, responding instantly to her pathetic defiance. Fist buried in her hair as he wrenched her head back, fingers pulled free from her mouth, and then he backhanded her. Wet knuckles popping loudly against her cheek as pain starburst and spread across her face.

Why had she done that? Why, why, why…

“That was very stupid, cunt. Do you know how my customers would handle biting?” He shook her by her hair, somehow still calm, steady gaze burning into her eyes as she tried to fight the tears. “They’d knock each and every one of your pretty white teeth out. Is that what you want?”

“NO!” she shouted, and the fear took over. Sobbing as she twisted in the ropes, the stinging burn a chastisement.

“Beg.”

Shaking, she swallowed the abundance of saliva pooling in her mouth and pleaded. “I’m sorry I bit you, please don’t—” Fear made her hiccup, whining as she clenched her eyes shut so she wouldn’t have to look into his eyes. “Please not my teeth, I won’t do it again. I’ll never do it again. I swear!”

He released her hair and she heard him walking around the bed, opening her eyes to see him at a cabinet. The knife in his hand when he turned around made her sob harder.

“No, no, no! I’m sorry! I said I was SORRY!”

Walking with that calm, measured pace of his, he approached the end of the bed. The knife touched the arch of her foot and she stilled instantly, terrified and gasping, air wheezing in tightening lungs. “You’re going to be so entertaining,” he said softly, almost to himself, and then he raised his eyes to hers. “Don’t move.”

This time there was no urge to be defiant. He slid the sharp edge of the knife under the rope and worked at it until it broke, freeing her ankle. Raw, bright red skin revealed.

He repeated the action at her other ankle, but when she moved her leg he caught it and snapped her back to the bed, the sharp edge of the knife against her calf. “I told you not to move, slave.”

Beth found herself nodding, and a tiny voice inside her argued. Urged her to fight. To kick him. To hurt him.

She didn’t do anything.

Lying as still as he’d commanded, she pressed her lips together and tried to calm her breathing, to stop the tears as he freed one wrist. His slow walk around the end of the bed made her flinch, because she was keeping her legs open for him, and she knew he was looking between them at the place he’d already hurt her.

This was just an introduction. I have so much more to show you.

As her last limb was cut free, he put a knee on the bed beside her arm, his weight making the bed sink. She flinched as he reached towards her — but then his hand slid under her neck and she heard the click of something metallic.

Why did she keep opening her eyes?

He was there above her, looking down like she was still just a bug pinned to a board for him. Only now the ropes were gone, and she wasn’t moving by choice. She was obeying, and the camera in the ceiling was watching.

“Open your mouth.”

There were a hundred pleas she wanted to say, a thousand questions she wanted to ask. So many whys and useless things. Instead, she opened her fucking mouth.

“Wider.”

She stretched her lips, her aching jaw, and he brought the knife into view. For a nanosecond she started to close her mouth, but his head tilted the tiniest fraction and she stopped. Kept it open, eyes glued to the shining edge of the blade.

“I want to make something clear, so that you don’t misunderstand.” Turning the knife in his fingers, he angled it down and then slid the flat of it over her bottom lip, the sharp point inside her mouth. “I am not merciful. When you are disobedient, you will be punished. Severely.”

A whimper escaped her throat, but as the flat of the blade moved deeper and brushed her tongue she froze. Pressed her tongue to the floor of her mouth, tears making her eyes sting as the metal stroked back and forth.

“I will let you keep your teeth, but only because you are prettier with them than without them. Worth more.” His other hand lifted, brushing hair off her forehead, unsticking it from the drying tears on her cheeks. “But at some point I will fuck your throat, and I want you to remember this moment. Think about this knife as I slide my cock into your mouth, and remember that if you ever bite me again, I can do terrible things to you and still leave you pretty on the outside. Blink if you understand.”

She blinked slowly, squeezing her eyes shut before she opened them again.

“Good girl.”