Page 16 of Deadly Obsession

TWELVE

LYNDSEY

The world around me seemed to move in jerking motions, but my sense of vision and speech were not responding. Everything felt so heavy—throbbing and numb at the same time. Like waking up from the strongest anesthesia after I’d gotten my tits done for the first time.

I attempted to move my body but I couldn’t, my biceps and thighs bound to something hard beneath me. However, I wasn’t totally supported. The center of my back felt as if it were suspended midair, my spine arching as much as my restraints would allow.

“What a filthy slut you are, my dear.” I heard someone speaking in a funny accent. Or was that just an illusion caused by the headache?

“Hey, boys, want me to rate your thick cock? Subscribe to my OnlyFans to get a rating, then stick around to see where I’d like you to stick me, Daddy— you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. ”

Something hard hit the ground. I looked up and then back down to see the blurry image of a figure between my legs.

I was naked!

My eyes flicked over my surroundings. I was attached to the boat lift. Thick white zip ties binding my body in a partially-suspended state over the filthy-smelling lake water while some strange masked man with a cheap James Bond accent was stroking himself in front of me.

“What the actual fuck, Robert! This isn’t funny! Let me the fuck go, you little-dicked bitch!” I screamed out, struggling against my restraints but it was no use. I wasn’t going anywhere.

My eyes locked on to him, my chest heaving with panicked breaths. I watched in horror as he stepped closer to me and felt his fingertips brush up and down my bare pussy, which was dryer than the Sahara.

“What the fuck! Aren’t you whores supposed to love this shit? You should be dripping for me right now,” he said with an unmistakable hint of frustration. By the looks of it, my lack of arousal was causing him a lot of erectile issues.

“Sorry, buddy, but tiny, flaccid dicks don’t really do it for me. You should see the monsters I’ve fucked in LA. Seriously, Robert, let me fucking down. Was this your attempt at a dark romance reenactment? You can’t even get it up. Let me go!” All the noise was just making my head throb even more.

“My dick isn’t tiny!” I heard him scream as he slammed his fist down on something mounted to the pillar beside him.

What the fuck did he just hit?

Before I knew it, I was being lowered towards the water.

Fear overtook me. This wasn’t a game any longer.

Robert was seriously on some fucked-up drugs or something.

I kicked and screamed as loud as I could.

The bottoms of my feet caught the wooden deck floor, the mechanisms faltering as my muscles tensed, resisting the machine’s goal to drop me into the lake.

“Robert, let me go! Please, this isn’t fucking funny!” I yelled at the figure as he stepped away. He turned back around, dragging something metal behind him. I could hear it scraping across the flooring .

“Shut up and hold still,” he said, lifting my phone to my face to unlock it— it wasn’t like I could formulate words anyway.

My eyes darted from my trembling legs to him as he continued to aim the phone at my face with the flash on.

The fuck-stick was recording me.

“Is this some weird horror fetish from one of your stupid porno books? You guys are all so fucked up.” I cursed at him, finally able to scream out a few words as the strain in my legs grew unbearable.

“Bloody hell,” he said, letting out a sigh and raising what must have been dragging along the floor.

My eyes locked on to the axe, now poised in the air over the masked man’s head.

Before I had the opportunity to blink or scream or pray, the blade came down.

At first, the pain was instant, like the flip of a switch.

What followed seemed to slow down as I heard, felt, and smelled every sensation one at a time.

The distinct sound of bones and tendons snapping and popping as my right leg came apart beneath the sharpened edge.

I looked down just in time to see my left leg falter and fold upward like a closing book, the back of my knee breaking open as the boat lift resumed my descent.

Warm liquid ran down what remained of my legs, from the breaks at my knees and between my thighs. I didn’t even realize I’d been screaming until I tasted the murky lake water and began choking as my body slowly went under.

Looking up at the shadowy figure through the dark haze, I watched as he removed his mask and dipped the head of the axe into the water. He hooked the side of one of my breasts with the bite of the blade and yanked it upward, slicing me open, but I couldn’t scream anymore.

The last thing I heard not Robert say was, “You know, this entire time, I’d wondered if you’d actually go under with so much Botox and silicone. Science.”

Then he was gone, and so was I.