The next few days

Pixie and Alex settled into a routine the next few days. They would go out to eat together and she would show him a few places around the city before she had to work. Alex accompanied her that next night as well, but the third night he went alone into the city again. Alex had come to enjoy eating with her, though food was more for fun. He was only really sustained by feeding on people's thoughts and sanity, so Alex fed from her at least once a day, while in the evenings would leave her to "snack" on others here and there in a way that he assured her caused no lasting damage.

The days were almost peaceful... But Pixie didn't share with Alex about the messages and pictures that were being sent to her. After that first message, Horatio began to send more. The second day she found herself locked in the bathroom at the restaurant, driving two fingers into her pussy as she watched a video of Horatio jacking of and reading the texts of how he couldn't wait to give her an extension. Although she never answered his texts, Pixie knew that Horatio could see every time she opened a picture or message. Less than an hour after opening one, another would come. Pixie soon found herself spiraling into a war with herself about how to handle the situation she had put herself into. She still found the man absolutely disgusting... But the growing desire for him was becoming more than she could handle. Alex was sitting with her at lunch on the on the third day when he looked at her in concern. She had been looking intently at another message and something on her mind must have leaked through to him.

*Has something happened?*

"It's just that business from the other day... I've got a lot on my mind and I'm trying to decide how to deal with it."

*I understand. My trips around town in the evenings have been both enlightening and concerning.*

"Is something wrong?"

*I am unsure. I must investigate further*

"Just be safe ok?"

*You as well. Whatever is bothering you, I will gladly assist if I can.*

"Thank you... I think I just need to handle this myself"

But what concerned her was... could she handle it? Could she say no and just pay him the money, or was she too far gone. Then her phone buzzed again and she saw him describing how her mouth would feel as she earned her extension. She felt her will to say no breaking. That night at work, her phone seemed to go off every few minutes with graphic messages and pictures. Pixie felt that same surge of heat from when she had been in his apartment every time she was alone and looking at his messages. She couldn't deny how horny she was.

(Pick out a dildo. I want to see you use it soon.)

"Oh fuck..." But she didn't resist. Pixie looked around the store and then selected one. It wasn't the same one she had showed Alex the other night. This one was thicker at the base and a bit longer, with larger fake suction cups. She took a picture of it and sent it to Horatio before realizing that it was the first time that she had answered any of his messages.

(Good girl. Now buy it. I'll give you the money for it when we settle your rent tomorrow.)

Tomorrow. Fuck. She was running out of time to make a decision. Although as she paid for the toy, Pixie worried that she may have already made up her mind.

Blood dripped down the wall, a stark reminder of the the gruesome events that had happened there not long ago. Alex stood looking at the body of the poor man slumped against wall, his eyes still wide open is shock and his mouth hanging in a voiceless scream. This man hadn't deserved what had been done to him. Alex couldn't help but feel regret. Surely this could have been avoided. He couldn't let this happen again. And more than that, he couldn't let Pixie find out why he was really leaving their home every night.