Page 203 of I Will Break You

My breath catches, and my heart slams against its cage. Terror snakes up my spine and around my ribs, its coils squeezing my lungs.

“Why?” I rasp.

He advances on me with a grin, those cold blue eyes sparkling with malice. My prey instincts scream at me to break free of the zip ties before he reaches five, but morbid curiosity keeps me rooted to the mattress.

“You already know what’s going to happen,” he says as he drops the shin and foot bones to the floor with a terrifying thud. “Five.”

Oh.

Shit.

“Xero,” I rasp. “Think about this for a minute. You’ve made your point. I’ll be good, okay?”

“Time’s up, little ghost.” He raises the thigh bone. “When I give you an order, you’ll remember that I carry out all my threats.”

I raise my upper body off the mattress, trying to escape, but Xero rushes to my side and grabs my throat.

“You can take this femur like a good girl, or you can take it like a bad one. It makes no difference to me. Either way, this bone is going deep into your cunt.”

His words rattle through my skull, making me rethink every life choice that got me to this moment. Bitterness coats my tongue and I swallow hard, my sinuses filling with the coppery scent of fear.

“Xero, please.”

Ignoring me, he walks around the bed, still clutching that infernal bone. I shuffle to the other side, trying to get away, but he grabs my ankle and yanks me back.

With a scream, I skid across the mattress, my nipples hardening as they graze over the cushions he stole from my room.

“No running away now, little ghost.”

“You’re getting off on this,” I snarl. “You sick freak.”

“I don’t see you breaking out of the zip ties,” he says, his voice thickening with lust.

Something round and smooth presses into my entrance, and my body goes rigid. It’s cool and hard, and I can already tell it’s the bone.

My heart pounds so fast its vibrations reach my pussy, which pulses against the foul object he’s running up and down my soaking slit. The wet noises are so obscene that I can’t believe they’re coming from me. When the bone grazes my clit, it feels like a lightning rod delivering volts of ecstasy.

What the hell is wrong with my body? Doesn’t it realize Xero is using me to desecrate a corpse?

“This is so wrong,” I say, my voice breathy. “Not even you can be this perverted. Have some respect for the dead.”

He only laughs. “If you want me to stop, you know exactly what to do.”

“Fuck you,” I scream.

He pushes the femur into my pussy, but it’s so oddly shaped that it feels like he’s splitting me in two. Its broad surface has no give and is wider than even Xero’s cock.

Pain and pleasure mingle until I’m lost in a humiliating storm, my lips parting with a guttural moan. The bone stretches my pussy beyond what’s natural, making my muscles fight to accommodate this ghastly girth.

“Xero,” I croak.

“This is what you want,” he says through panting breaths as he pushes the bone deeper into my pussy.

Its uneven surface drags against every pleasure center, igniting violent shocks of pleasure. I close my eyes, my entire body falling limp at the excruciating sensation of being filled with something so foul.

Xero Greaves is fucking me with a human bone he probably picked up from the catacombs.

“Oh, God,” I moan.