Cake by Derekica Snake Read Free Book Online

down my throat, and I realized that blood was seeping out of the bite wound. My life’s blood was trailing uselessly down my neck.
    “ Hush, Sex. There is no need for this.” He kissed my eyelids and lapped up the tears that were still spilling down my cheeks. I let go of his shirt and pushed at him. It was like pushing a brick wall. I accomplished absolutely nothing. “We can’t have you crying. We do not want you to ruin your new clothes.”
    I just closed my eyes, the tears still finding their way through my lashes as he licked, sucked, and kissed my wounds closed. I didn’t even resist as he caught my face and pulled my chin up toward him.
    “ I want a kiss from you. I taught you how I like it, so there should be no disappointments. Right?”
    I opened my eyes and blinked him into focus. Too much focus. My eyes zeroed in on the crimson-stained lips.
    You’ve got blood on your mouth.
    “ It is your blood, Sex. It should not bother you. I want you to taste it.”
    But it’s blood.
    I just stared at him as he went in and out of focus. I blinked to try and keep him in sight, but my eyes must have stayed shut on the last blink, because everything stayed black.
    I smelled apples. Fall crisp, green apples. I think. I moaned in dismay even before I opened my eyes. I knew it was too much to believe that this was just a horrible nightmare. It would have been nice to have opened my eyes and find myself in the middle of an apple orchard, but no, I was here in a concrete-style bunker, with no decorations, no breakable objects, and no doors.
    A tumbler of juice passed in front of my nose. There were my apples. I raised my hands to take the offered glass.
    “ Touch it, and your arms go back behind you in cuffs again.”
    I was sitting crossways on Marcus’s lap. A blanket was wrapped around me, and it made me feel all warm and cosy. I glanced down. I was still in the “fuck-me-now”, gay-boy clothes, but now I had on white, fuzzy socks too. I wiggled my toes. Yup, they were mine. I don’t remember being this warm in a long time.
    A straw hit my lips. Damn, I’d almost been asleep again. I opened my mouth, but the straw spun away from me. I ended up playing fish-out-of-water, trying to get the juice until I got tired and just slumped back against Marcus’s chest. His whole body jiggled as he chuckled at my expense.
    “ Forgive me, Sex. Your spirit and sense of self is so strong, I forget that your body is such a fragile thing. I drank too much from you. I am only getting random images from you now. I have spoiled my own gift.”
    The straw was placed firmly between my lips, and I sucked. Oh thank god, it wasn’t cranberry.
    I was just getting a good taste of the apple juice when it was pulled away, and a piece of cheese was placed at my lips instead. I opened my mouth and Marcus stuck his fingers in, along with the little square of cheese. I had to blink a couple of times to get his face in focus, and I glared at him since my mental voice wasn’t working right. Totally unhygienic, I know where those fingers have been, I silently cussed at him. He got the message.
    As he removed his fingers, I shivered, and Marcus pulled me closer, wrapping the blanket tighter around me. I sighed and leaned further into him. I was so tired, and he was so warm.
    “ While this is nice, Sex, this is not you. I think I prefer you hurling insults at me.” He laid his chin on top of my head. I hated that, but I was simply too tired to move. “Go to sleep, my Little One. I will wake you when it is time.”
    Time? Time for what, I pondered. But sleep sounded like such a good idea, and so instead of asking what he meant, I made Marcus’s shoulder my pillow and drifted off.
    The sound of a bell striking snapped me awake. It rang again. Where the hell was it coming from? It sounded like one of those old grandfather clocks, but I knew there wasn’t one of them in the living room. There wasn’t much at all in the living room. As far as