Page 168 of Brainwashed

He blinks at me, like he’s part fascinated, part disturbed, and part sad. His fingers have completely given up on choking me out, and now he’s just brushing my moist flesh. He reaches onto the table and picks up a remote, pressing a button that immediately turns on some soft music.

I recognize it instantly. “This is my favorite song.”

He gapes at me, wild amber eyes full of so much emotion while Tears For Fears sing about everybody wanting to rule the world. And he mumbles, “Mine, too.”

I can’t help how I’m staring at him right now. Savoring that little droplet of information like it’s the first drip of red from the slice.

We have the same favorite song…

Lem reaches onto the table again, and this time his hand comes back holding one of those old-fashioned barber shop straight razors for shaving. My eyes fall to the glinting metal. The sharp blade. I glance back up at him, my breathing going shallow.

He presses it up to my throat, gently, but still. The slightest movement and he’d cut me.

My cock is unbelievably stiff, my mouth watering as chills rush all over me.

“Does this scare you?” he asks.

“No,” I hum, licking my lips.

“Does it turn you on…?”

“Yes.”

He rumbles, his lashes fluttering in a slow blink.He likes that.

My doctor likes my sickness.

Lem runs the blade down my sternum to my chest, watching his hand move as he goes. His eyes fling up to mine, pupils dilated like he just shot up some hard drugs. Then he digs the blade into my left pectoral, just above my heart.

It carves into my flesh, the sting instantly throbbing while blood dribbles from the cut. I moan softly, head dropping back.Fuck, yes…

The pain. The sight of the blood… It’s winding me up.I’ve never been turned on by the sight of myownblood before… But this is Lem cutting me.

He’s the killer, and I’m his victim.

“Felix,” he purrs, sounding like he’s falling apart while he cuts me again, making an X on my chest. His entire body is shivering as my blood runs down my chest.

“Lem… Lemuel,” I whimper, pulse pounding.

My hooded gaze falls to the blood running into the water and I mewl out a raspy sound of arousal, my balls throbbing with the tempo of pain from my wound.

Lem leans down and runs his lips through my blood. Then he drags them up my neck, onto my face. And he kisses me, smearing my own blood on my mouth.

Thisis what he wanted that time in the shower, after I killed O’Malley. But he was unsure… Until now.

“Fuck, baby,” I gasp as he grinds his cock into mine in the water. He’s as hard as a rock now. “You like when I bleed for you?”

“Yes,” he whimpers. He fuckingwhimpers… I’ve never heard him sound like this before.

I’ve gotten him close when he’s sucking the cum out of me.

Apparently, these are his kinks. Tasting blood and cum.

Jesus, this guy is just as fucked up as me. I’m in fucking love with him.

“More,” I grunt, hoarse and quaking all over with need.

He uses the blade to cut the underside of my pectoral this time. My voice trembles out soft cries of need as he groans in response, licking the blood that trickles from the wound. He runs his tongue up to my nipple, sucking it hard, his lips all red with my blood while he suckles at my peaked flesh like he’s trying to get something out of it. It feelssofucking good. And when he bites down, I flinch and sob.