Author's note: I've only done one other dark fic, figured I'd try another.
"Forget it!" he told me tiredly, well I'm tired too. I'm tired of not getting my way, tired of nothing ever going to plan. Maybe I'm being melodramatic, maybe it's because I need to hit something. Freddie will have to do, I sigh and lock the door. "This would all go so much better for you if you just surrendered," I tell him, popping the gum in my mouth. I watch as he struggles against the handcuffs, he's in a bed in this abandoned house I've found. It's pretty cool, nearly falling apart but it's not like anyone important is going to live here. Freddie almost looks cute when he's helpless. I take my pocket knife off the floor beside the door. "Why are you insistent at rebelling?" he keeps his mouth shut and his eyes closed, sweat is dripping down his face and he looks as though he is in physical pain. A tear escapes and I catch it with my pinky, I suck on it. It tastes like, fear. The drug I get highest off of.
I hold the knife gently to his hip, and press down. He hisses and his eyes shoot open, "Bitch!" he cries, that makes me smile. Just one more incision and it will be nearly over. "Why do you never give in you Fucktard?" I ask him with a smirk on my face, something about seeing him in this condition is a turn on. "Do you like it?" I ask him and laugh as he shakes his head in the negative repeatedly. I cut into him oncemore, sliding my finger over the split skin and putting it in my mouth I lick my lips. "You must like it," I tell him and he shakes his head in the negative once more. "Then why do you test my patience!" I spit at him, he stutters at me but its mumbled so I can't hear his reply, just as well. I pick up my purse from next to the bed and straddle his lap, I hold his face in my hands, its wet with sweat. "Look at me," I tell him lightly, he closes his eyes tighter "Look at me!" I demand. He opens his eyes and all I see is fear, good. I want him fearful of me, I knew I would make Freddie Benson my bitch one day.
I open my purse and take out my bag of juice, lemon juice. Fresh lemon juice, he looks terrified as I grab a cotton ball and put it in the bag. Once it has lemon juice covering it I swipe it along his wounds lightly. He winces, but doesn't make a sound, we can't have that can we? That's no fun, no fun at all. I press into his wounds harder and he cries out in agony. There it is, I smirk down at him "You look hotter than ever Benson," I can tell he wants to spit at me but he knows what I'll do to him if he does, he's already tried it. I kiss him gently on the lips, "Do you want me Freddie Weddie?" I ask him and lean up pulling my top off. I'm not wearing a bra and I feel him shift under me. I smile, of course he wants me, he always does.