Page 14 of Cry Baby
“Will you bring me a replacement?”
“Yes!”
Mistress smiled, and the glint turned evil.
“How about your little spawns? They will go for ten times the amount you will.”
Children.
Fuck me.
I hated that Mistress went after children. I thought she’d stopped hitting the kids after she kidnapped me. I was only nine. I don’t remember anything except for screams, and then my memories are just of her. All my memories are always of Natalie.
I love her.
I hate her.
I am hers.
“If you let me go, you can have them!”
She sighed and stood again, turning to look at me.
“You brought me a pathetic waste of skin who would trade his own blood for his illusion of safety.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress.”
Her gaze sharpened, and I felt the sting before it came.
Slap.
“You know how much I dislike defects.”
Slap.
My stomach tightened as the burn spread across my cheeks and the arousal flooded my system.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Biggie kept sobbing as each smack landed on my body.
“Do you enjoy disappointing me, Cry Baby?”
Yes. Punish me.
“No.”
My cock was straining against my pants, and I couldn’t help but press against Natalie’s leg. She kicked me away from her like a dog.
Mistress closed her eyes for a moment, and then she pointed to the table.
“Cry Baby.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Bring the bag.”
I stood immediately and carried it over. Inside was the thick mixture I’d made earlier—mud, blood, tears, ash, clothing strips, and my own body’s secretions.
