Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology

by Yolanda Olson

  When I get back to my showroom, I find Reade leaning against the back wall, hands buried deep in his pockets with a bored look on his face.

  “Are you ready?” I ask as the door swings closed behind me.

  “I was beginning to think you stood me up,” he replies in a bored tone.

  I smile as I haul the bag toward the center of the room, drop it, then go back to lock the door.

  Closing my eyes for a moment, I take a deep breath and say a silent prayer that this is what we’ll both need.

  The words tumble past my lips, though no sound follows. My hands are folded against each other as I tilt my face toward the ceiling.

  Oh, monster most high, guide me with your wisdom,

  Ye who has abandoned your children, discipline me so that with a steady hand, I may bestow him with the grace of blood,

  Villain who watches as we kill each other, die of disease, and starve help me show no mercy to they who do not deserve it,

  Unclean spirit, give me the strength I need to see this through and send him to hell where we both belong.

  Amen.

  “You alright over there, Pally?”

  Reade’s question snaps me back to the moment, and after I bless myself with the sign of the cross, I reach down for the hem of my habit, pull it over my head, and toss it aside.

  There’s no time to waste—not now that I know she’s more than likely still in the hallway, ready to intervene when she hears the screams.

  She always does and that’s why I lock the doors now when I’m ready to perform. She only ever ruined one of my very first shows and I lost a lot of customers that day.

  I can’t let that happen again.

  Reade lets out a low whistle and I shudder violently. I don’t like to be looked at as nothing more than a set of holes to be used, but this is the hand I’ve dealt myself and it’s what makes me the most money, allowing for me to do what I love best.

  Kindness is the virtue I had been bestowed when I entered the walls of the convent. The Bitch Mother said she saw something in me that she knew could help me blossom into an amazing young woman, but it died the day she caned me for the first time.

  All because I found a squirrel outside that had fallen out of a tree and landed on its head. All because I brought it inside and went to sit in the common room with it. All because instead of nursing it back to health, I placed its head in my mouth and bit down as hard as I could on its neck.

  And as I turn around and finally face Reade again since having said my final prayer, I know that the same must be done to him.

  “I’m ready,” I tell him in a soft tone as I walk by the equipment and quickly press a button, starting the stream all over again.

  Chapter Nine

  Reade is holding me tightly against him. A little too tightly for my liking, but I’ve decided to let him have his fill.

  I’ve already started the stream, but turned off the sound so it doesn’t distract either of us from the tasks that must be completed.

  By the end, I’ll be new again and he’ll know this was done for the greater good.

  He has a hand firmly on my ass, the tips of his fingers digging into the flesh, and I hope it’s enough to start drawing blood. Even the slightest drop will begin the cleansing and I won’t be able to turn back then.

  He lowers his mouth to my neck, nibbling at my skin, licking the pain away each time I let out a small yelp of pain.

  I have his shirt firmly clasped in my fists as I surrender to his petty wants, because I need him to continue. I need him to lose control and I have to make sure he knows I’m okay with whatever he chooses to do.

  Reade pulls his face away from my neck and uses his free hand to roughly turn my face up toward his. I’m breathing as evenly as I can while I look into his eyes but I can see the sinister intent building inside of them.

  “Get on your knees, little girl,” he says in a gruff tone as he shoves me down.

  I lose my footing and fall onto my ass which makes him chuckle, but he leans down almost immediately and grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling me onto my knees.

  The feeling burns, stings, and I wonder if he’s drawn blood yet. If not from the flesh of my ass, then at least from the attempt to pull my hair out by the roots.

  I move quickly, eager to give him what he wants since it will keep him here long enough to continue the ritual of cleansing.

  I reach for his belt, undo the buckle, then pull it free. He holds his hand out for it and I give it to him without a second thought before I reach for his zipper and yank it down. Gripping his jeans by the waistband, I pull them down to his ankles, allowing him to step out of them before I rest my cheek against his thigh.

  I flick my tongue against the fabric of his boxers, gently enough to begin the start his arousal, yet hungrily enough to give him the sensation of my wanting this as badly as he does.

  Reade reaches down and fists my hair again as he watches me with a dangerous look in his eyes. It’s almost as if he can see the demons inside of me and wants to bring them to the surface.

  He’s attempting to ensnare the Heaven I should have in my soul, by enticing the Hell that dwells within.

  I continue flicking my tongue against the fabric until he’s had enough of being teased and reaches into the fly of his boxers, pulling his cock out and rubbing the head gently against my lips.

  “Open your mouth, Pally,” he commands in a low, thick voice before shoving it as far down my throat as it will go.

  I gag almost instantly, which he seems to enjoy because he uses the hair he has balled in his hand to turn me to face him before taking another fistful with his other hand and begins to thrust his hips.

  It’s painful, cruel, and derogatory the way he treats me.

  Putting my hands on his thighs, I dig my nails into his flesh, dragging them down until I hear him take in a pained breath, but it doesn’t stop him.

  It fuels his need to denigrate me and I can only hope that we have viewers watching.

  When I attempt to pull away so that I can take in a breath, he reaches down and grabs me by the throat. “Don’t you fucking do that again,” he says in an even tone. “You showed me what you’ve got, and you’re going to give it to me.”

  I wrap a hand around his shaft and begin to stroke it rapidly, violently—the way he treated me to show him that this is an even playing field, no matter how he sees me.

  And soon, the scales will tip and he’ll understand his role in the newest live stream and I’ll be normal again.

  Chapter Ten

  He lays on his back and motions for me to climb on. I steal a glance at the screen and grin wickedly when I see that not only do we have an audience, but they seem to be loving what’s being shown to them.

  I’ve never fucked on camera before—at least with nothing alive or human—and I think knowing they enjoy this will bring in even more money.

  I grab his cock as I lower myself down and he digs his fingernails into my hips again. He lets out a groan as I turn my eyes away from the screen and give him my undivided attention again. I begin to roll my hips gently at first, but it’s not what Reade is looking for.

  He holds me in place and begins to thrust his hips up, jarring me with the sensation of his thick cock slamming into me over and over.

  I let out a yelp as I try to hold myself up by placing my hands on his chest, but he slaps them away as he continues his assault.

  A banging on the door draws my attention away almost instantly. As he continues to fuck me, I attempt to climb off him so I can chase her away, but he doesn’t let me go.

  He pulls me down toward him by my hair. He forces me to look into his eyes as he keeps thrusting his hips, and as I try to focus on him, I lean down and take his bottom lip between my teeth.

  He grunts as he fucks me faster and harder until I let go, then he shoves me off.

  I let out a tired laugh when he pushes himself onto his side and rests on his elbow, wiping his mouth and glaring at me whe
n he sees the blood.

  “Bitch,” he snarls as he reaches for me, but I manage to roll away from him before he can grab me.

  I move quickly on my hands and knees toward the bag and settle down, splaying my legs on either side.

  I want him to keep his eyes on me, to watch my cunt and not look away when I begin to fuck myself.

  This is the part of the show where I make the most money, and if he’s willing to play with me, I know I can make more.

  Reade gets to his feet and starts stalking toward me. I can see the ire in his eyes at being bled, but it makes no difference to me.

  I pull out one of the smaller packages and bring the wrapping to my teeth, tearing it away and quickly opening it. When he stops in front of me, I look at him with wide eyes and hold it up for him to see.

  “What the fuck is that?” he asks, taking an uncertain step back and looking at it curiously.

  “A sparrow.”

  I reach into the bag again, retrieving the ball of twine I use to ensure that I’ll be able to retrieve anything I shove into my holes, and begin to quickly wrap it around the small, frozen legs of the long since dead animal.

  Once I’m done, I use my foot to push the bag away before getting to my feet. Reade keeps his eyes on me the entire time as I walk behind the screen and retrieve my favorite show chair, then place it in the middle of the room.

  “I told you I had toys,” I remind him with a smile.

  Another bang at the door.

  Ignore her.

  I bring the frozen animal up and lick it from tail to head, then beckon to Reade. He may not realize that we’re being watched, but he’ll enjoy this as much as my viewers do.

  Only this time, he gets to be a prop as well.

  He shakes his head as he rubs the back of his neck, but his cock is still hard so I know his curiosity is getting the better of him, and his body is betraying him by showing it.

  “Now what?” he asks curiously as he stops next to me.

  With a grin, I bring my heels up on my chair and reach for his dick. I rub it gently this time because I don’t want to hurt him now. He’s already started to bleed for me—the rest will take time.

  I lean my head toward him as he pushes my hair out of my face and slides his cock down my throat again. I run the sparrow’s body down mine, shivering as the coolness of the body begins to heighten all of my senses before I force it into my wet, gaping hole.

  Chapter Eleven

  His seed is warm, thick, and tastes salty and sweet. It slides down my throat with the last thrust of his hips and he pulls it out, wiping it against my cheek.

  Reade moves to stand behind my chair, but he crouches down and pushes my hair away from my neck. He brings his hands around and squeezes my tits so tightly that I could almost swear he was trying to rupture them.

  “Keep fucking yourself,” he commands into my ear as he releases my left tit, and begins to rub my clit. I lean my head back, let out a sound I never knew I was capable of, and keep moving the sparrow in and out of my cunt, rolling my hips against it.

  “You’re so beautiful, Pally,” he whispers as he rubs my clit faster. “So fucked up and godly in your own way.”

  I take in a deep breath as I feel myself moving closer toward the edge of euphoria, then close my eyes, biting down as hard as I can on my lower lip. When I taste the copper, and he squeezes my tit again, my body begins to shiver as my pussy starts to convulse against the sparrow.

  I open my eyes and look over at Reade who’s watching me with a satisfied smirk on his face. He leans forward and licks the blood away from my lip as I use the twine to pull the sparrow out of my cunt and offer it to him as a gift.

  Part of being cleansed is to show the one helping you that you genuinely appreciate their efforts with small gestures of gratitude.

  Reade looks down at the bird in my hand and shakes his head. I drop it into the palm of his hand and while he’s chuckling and thinking of a way to dispose of it, I immediately glance at the screen to see.

  My heart flutters with happiness.

  I’ve never had a crowd this large before and they all need to pay to enter my little palace of pain and hell so I know the reward will be grand.

  “What else do you have in that bag?” he asks as he walks over to a wastebasket and drops the bird in. “Anything bigger?”

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  I sigh in frustration as I get to my feet and head toward the door.

  “Please don’t leave me,” I tell him as I reach the door. Pushing my hair behind my ears, I look at him with hope that he’ll stay.

  “I can’t. I’m not done with you yet,” he replies with a smirk.

  I let out a sigh of relief as I open the door and step out into the hallway.

  “Stop distracting me,” I hiss at her.

  “You shouldn’t be doing this to yourself. Your body is a gift and you’re mistreating it,” she snaps at me.

  “I can do whatever the fuck I want,” I bark into the darkness, stamping my bare foot against the dirty, concrete floor. “It’s my body. My temple to do with what I please and this is how I choose to be worshiped.”

  “Paloma, isn’t there more that you can do with your time rather than destroying yourself slowly? You’re a beautiful girl—a smart girl and you hate yourself so desperately. Why?”

  I put my hands on my hips as I tap my foot impatiently. I don’t know why she thinks she can speak to me like this. As if she knows me better than I know myself; I’m happy the way I am now, which speaks volumes because I’ve always hated myself before.

  “I want you to leave me alone. And don’t tell the Bitch Mother what I do down here or you’re going to regret it,” I warn, holding up a finger I know she can’t see.

  She lets out a sigh that echoes through the empty halls, but offers no other words. I squint in an attempt to see what she’s doing, but it never works. She always hides from me because she’s afraid of what I can do to her. It doesn’t stop her from meddling in my affairs, but only to a certain point.

  As I walk back toward the door, back to Reade and our adoring, captivated audience, I let out a sigh of relief when I hear her footsteps shuffling into the distance.

  Perhaps I’ve finally gotten to her once and for all.

  Chapter Twelve

  "Sorry about that,” I tell Reade when I reenter the room and lock the door again. “She can be so goddamn annoying sometimes, but I made sure she’ll leave us alone for the rest of the night.”

  He glances up at me from where he’s been digging through my bag and gives me an odd look, but shrugs. “If you say so. Are these all animals, Pally?”

  “Mostly,” I reply slowly as I walk over to him. I crack my neck as I glance at the screen again and grunt. In my absence, we’ve lost viewers. “Ready to keep going?”

  I have to get them to come back. They need to see all of the wonderfully ugly things that I’m capable of and they’ll keep coming back for more.

  “You’re insatiable for a nun,” he remarks with a smirk as he gets to his feet, bag in hand.

  I shrug and close my eyes for a moment. I need to regain focus, I need to breathe, I need to repent through blood and my time is running out. I need to push away the humanity that’s struggling to shine through because I don’t feel like Pally right now.

  I feel like Grace and that just won’t do.

  “Gimme,” I hiss at him, snatching the bag from his hand. He shouldn’t be holding this—it’s not his choice what we get to use—it’s mine.

  “Don’t be a bossy little bitch,” he warns as he takes a step toward me and grabs a handful of my hair. Reade pulls it back, arching me at an uneven angle before he reaches a hand down and roughly shoves a thumb into my pussy.

  “Good; you’re still wet. Let’s keep going.”

  I bite down on my teeth to keep another wail of anguish from escaping me. By now, Reade has lashed me across my ass with his belt at least twenty times.

  He told me that bossy lit
tle girls need to be put in line, and bent me over my chair, knees firmly holding me in place. He’s been whipping my flesh, causing it to turn crimson, extracting welts, and not letting up.

  I find his cruelty to be exquisite. His demeanor as he lashes me over and over is divinity on Earth. It makes me wonder if, really, he’s God finally come down from the heavens to cleanse me in a different way.

  When he finally drops the belt to the floor, I can hear him breathing heavily. I close my eyes tightly, not to will the pain away, but to hope that the feeling lasts longer than I know it will.

  My eyes fly open again when I hear him rifling through my bag. I attempt to lower my feet to the floor in an effort to stop him, but he’s much faster than me. In an instant, the belt is back in his hand as he lays it across my back.

  “Haven’t learned your lesson, yet?” he asks before he goes back to digging through my bag.

  “That’s not yours,” I snap at him in defiance. An act of courage that is rewarded with another sound lash to the back.

  When I glance at the screen again, my grimace turns to a slight smile. His lashing me isn’t having the effect on me he wants, but he’s playing to our voyeur’s appetites and that is what counts.

  I take a deep breath as I slowly begin to lower my feet to the floor again. If he sees submission in my movements instead of defiance, I’m sure he’ll let his guard down long enough for me to take the bag away from him.

  When no leather greats my flesh, I sit on my bruised and welted bare ass, doing my best not to flinch from the pain. The only satisfaction I will give him will be the one he’s earned from his carnal desires—not from whipping me like a disobedient child.

  I lock my knees together as I push my hair behind my ears, then fold my hands in my lap. They’re still free of the blood I’ve been longing for, save for the crusts that I still can’t recall.

  Reade stops digging through the bag, his hand hovering slightly as he leans down a little more, peering toward the very bottom.