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Part 4
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Garret held Pink in his arms and kissed her with a fevered passion. She melted into him, Blue's blood mingling on their lips and tongues. He pushed her away gently.

"One more night. I'll bring the wash tub."

And he strode away out the door, leaving a trail of fresh blood over the dried foot prints he'd left mid scene. Pink turned back to Blue, her lovely face now blank. She rearranged her hair and closed her mouth and eyes. She looked around on the floor for Blue's severed left hand, the one she'd cut the middle finger off of, and picked it up. She interlaced her fingers with Blue's. The hand was cold now. It had been removed early and it was so dainty. Her nails had been painted a light pearly copperish color, Pink hadn't even noticed this before and she wondered if Garrett had.

She heard the door open and jumped, dropping the hand. It landed with a splat and she spun around to face Garrett who was wheeling in the wash tub. He was still covered in blood. He took it to the corner of the room where the dressing screen was, far away from the body and the pools of gore, then waved for her to join him. Pink walked over to him, he took her hand and helped her into the tub, then climbed in him self. She grinned. He handed her a bar of soap and she set to work cleaning every part of him. When she was finished, he took the soap and returned the service. He pulled her into him and held her and they just stood there a moment in the warm water, and blood, and soap. He kissed her again, then released her and turned away.

"One more night."
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In the morning Pink woke feeling anxious. She was alone, and didn't know what the day would hold for her. She'd made it this far, and she was happy, but would she get to please him one last time? She entered the room, that same room where Yellow, White, and now Blue had all given their lives to him, and he was already there. Standing in the middle of the room. There was no clothing for her. There was no changing screen. Just him, his table of tools, and a pile of soft looking cushions on the floor.

He held out his hand and she took it. He pulled her into him, pressing her body against his own, then reached down to the hem of her night shirt and lifted it up over her head, tossing it to the side. She stood there fully nude for him to inspect.

"Get on your knees."

She obeyed. He opened up his robe and allowed her the pleasure of taking him into her mouth again. He grabbed her hair and guided her gently, back and forth, a slow rhythm not meant for completion, but for enjoyment.

"You survived."

She made a sound of agreement around a mouthful of cock. He sighed in pleasure.

"Again. This is what, your third round?"

She giggled and he smiled down at her.

"I was very pleased by your choices. Yellow was lovely. I must admit, I was tempted to give her another chance. She so wanted to watch one of the others die, and that was an alluring trait. But she took her death well."

Pink upped the pace slightly. Garrett continued.

"White, I would have liked to spend more time with her as well. She was fiery. But the look in her eyes as she dropped the rope, I wouldn't have traded that for anything."

Pink moaned and lines of slick wetness ran down her inner thighs. Garrett tightened his grip on her hair.

"And Blue. My dear, I don't know where you found her but Bravo! You've never pleased me as much as you did with her. In bringing her to me, and in assisting with her death. You are such a good girl."

Pink's heart fluttered, and her pussy throbbed. She wanted him now more than ever before.

He pulled out of her mouth and took a knife from the table. The small hunting knife she had chosen the day before. He laid her down on the pile of cushions, the knife at her throat, and put the tip of his cock just at her entrance. He could feel heat radiating from her. She thrust her hips up, silently begging for him to slide inside, and he obliged. They met in a crash of thunder, wet as a storm. She cried out and wrapped her arms around him.

"Garrett, please, say it!"

He thrust into her, over and over. She was on the edge but she held on, waiting. Then he spoke.

"I love you, my Isabella."

Her body convulsed with the power of her orgasm. She threw her head back and screamed.

"I love you Garrett! I love you!"

He felt him self nearing climax, leaned forward pressing the blade between them.

She looked into his eyes as he was overtaken by his pleasure. He slowed, then stopped and kissed her.

"Perhaps next time you'll find me more like Blue, I doubt you could outlast them all."

Isabella smiled.

"Thank you, my love."