it back and forth slowly, whispering my discontent and love for it. I glance up at Reade who’s now looking at me like I’m a monster and smile.
“Now that you’ve seen it, you understand why I need to be cleansed.”
Chapter Thirteen
Reade
I watch Pally as she holds what’s left of a fetus close to her. She seems to be trying to nurse the decaying body and in a strange way, I’m transfixed by her movements when I should be repulsed.
When she cut the feed earlier, I set out to find her. With as much money as I’ve thrown at her fucking shows, I wanted to know what the big deal was. Since she’s not exactly great at hiding her I.P. address, I was able to do a trace and locate her seconds after she cut the feed.
She’s worth every damn dollar I’ve spent on her. Seeing her in person only solidifies what I’ve suspected before. She was pregnant when she first started her shows, until one night, she wasn’t.
But what she’s holding isn’t a full baby. It seems to be only the top half, so fuck knows where the rest of it went. I won’t ask her, instead, I’ll choose to ignore it as best as I can and keep fucking her.
She’s not the only tight pussy on the most depraved corners of the internet, but she’s definitely my favorite. Now that I’ve had a taste of her in person, I want more.
“Put that away for now,” I instruct her slowly as I get to my feet. “We can play with that later.”
Pally snaps her gaze up toward me. Her eyes are hollow as is the smile on her lips, but she continues to press her nipple against the infant’s mouth, squeezing her tit to nurse the fucking thing.
“Pally?” I take a step closer toward her and hold out the bag. “I promise you can play with it later—I’ll even play too, but for now, I want to play with you some more, okay?”
She looks down at her half-child, kisses the forehead gently, then drops it into the bag. “Okay.”
“Good girl,” I tell her as I toss the bag across the room. When she gets to her feet in protest, I push her back down into the chair. “We’re not done yet.”
The chair crashes back against the floor as she topples backward with it and I smirk. I know we’re being watched. I told them all to come back in an hour to join the stream because I knew she wouldn’t be able to turn me away.
They want a show, and this time, since I’m a part of it instead of just watching, I think she can do a hell of a lot better than she normally does.
“On your hands and knees, little girl,” I command her in a stern tone.
She winces slightly as she pushes the chair away, then does as she’s told. She’s damn good at taking instructions online, but it feels more rewarding when I get to tell her what to do in person.
Especially since I’m not throwing money at her for it.
“Come,” I tell her evenly as I point to the spot in front of me. She crawls dutifully to the place I want her and when she stops, I reach down and caress the side of her face. It would be such a shame to mar something so beautiful, but I’m not above doing it if that’s what our spectators want.
Glancing around the room, I grin when my eyes land on the lone crucifix hanging on the wall behind her setup.
“Do not move,” I warn her, holding up a finger. She nods as her eyes follow mine, and I can see the earnest longing in her gaze.
Walking over to the wall, I pull down the icon and put some muscle into snapping the arms off before I go back to my sweet and sinister Sister Paloma Grace.
“Open your mouth.”
I slip the broken, ragged end of the crucifix down her throat. Her eyes bulge in protest, but she doesn’t make a move to push me away. Instead, she begins to bob her head up and down as she blows the fucking thing like a two-dollar crack whore and that will make it easier on her than me.
I pull it out of her mouth violently enough to chip one of her teeth, and when she whimpers, I chuckle.
I walk around her, making sure the camera is trained on us, head on. She still hasn’t figured out that I