FM January topic: Blade
Working for Harry was an interesting experience. Mostly he was keeping her busy so she couldn't hurt his family anymore. There was a fire burning behind those dark eyes that made her smirk every day when she reported into work. He hated her so much, yet he kept her so close.
She made his coffee. She answered his phones. She ran his errands. She dropped to her knees when he told her too. She crawled across the office when he demanded it. She gripped the side of his desk as he ran the tip of the blade across her flesh daring her to cry out. She kept silent of course. After all, he was her boss, and she liked playing his games.
He didn't have the same edge and power that James did, but he was interesting enough. She was watching as he lost more of himself with each passing day. That soul was eating him alive. He knew everything she had done to his sweet little girl, and it was driving him insane.
It was just before Christmas when the game changed a bit. He'd tell her to come to him after she'd fed. Then he'd cut her open with that blade, inch by inch, and savor the blood she spilled for him. Instead of blood in a cup he was using her as his personal buffet, and frankly she was fine with it. Because every time he lost himself into that darkness he was one step closer to being the daddy her little girl wanted.
She would never deny Lexi anything after all.
She made his coffee. She answered his phones. She ran his errands. She dropped to her knees when he told her too. She crawled across the office when he demanded it. She gripped the side of his desk as he ran the tip of the blade across her flesh daring her to cry out. She kept silent of course. After all, he was her boss, and she liked playing his games.
He didn't have the same edge and power that James did, but he was interesting enough. She was watching as he lost more of himself with each passing day. That soul was eating him alive. He knew everything she had done to his sweet little girl, and it was driving him insane.
It was just before Christmas when the game changed a bit. He'd tell her to come to him after she'd fed. Then he'd cut her open with that blade, inch by inch, and savor the blood she spilled for him. Instead of blood in a cup he was using her as his personal buffet, and frankly she was fine with it. Because every time he lost himself into that darkness he was one step closer to being the daddy her little girl wanted.
She would never deny Lexi anything after all.