Drunken and Stuptified

You stand there in the corner looking sexy. You stand there looking murderous. You stand there with your trademark smirk You make my hate grow. Your black hair falling like supple water to your waist, of the more tainted black, matching the vicious red eyes. You have pale skin and you're tall. I hate you. Your smirk brings out your eyes, your blood red eyes, that you could scare a wolf into submission. Your arms are crossed and you tap your pale, long fingers against your arm. Which know my body inside and out. You seem impatient. Why, Why, Why are you here? Haven’t you done enough damage. You sick fuck. I hate everything you do to me, yet alas, I call you here every night on cue. I love what you do to my body. You make me scream in pain and then turn around make me moan in pleasure. I can feel the anxiety grow for that, that gentle throbbing between my legs. The golden prize that you so savagely take. Take it and leave me bleeding. I don't care for I am yours. I'm your fuck whore, drunken and stuptified on how you make me. Am I your only one?

You uncurl from your position over there in the corner and you walk toward me. I have to remain still, quiet, and void of emotion. You are laughing, evilly and ringing with cruelty. And it sinks into these fragile bones of mine. You know how this goes. You reach to me and you push me down roughly. My head smacking against the headboard with a bang. I yelp and you slap me. Telling me to shut the hell up. Telling me how you don't want my sounds, my gasps, my moans. I have no choice but to obey you. You are my master and I tell you so. You glare at me before stripping me of this scant amount of clothes I have. I feel naked, raw and out in the open. You see into my soul, you know how much I hate this, want this, crave this. You handcuff me to the four poles that support the big bed and you sit there for a moment. Oh, you build me up and shatter me down. You strip down too, slowly, deliberately, your eyes going from red to dark orange. Hot flame, your eyes, that scorch me from the inside out. I have mixed feelings about this placing. Being in a short time, degraded. You love it, you say you love me. You say it a lot, whispers of how its going to get better, reach for the stars and I'll give you them. Bull shit. Lies and all I can do is moan a 'yes master'. Because you know, I believe you deep down. I am yours. Deep down my soul, it's stealing your darkness, or deep down you're stealing my light.

You shift and you sink your fangs harshly into my neck, the fangs dipping low into the pulsating vein. But you suck not. You detach and let the blood run down and stain your white sheets. You smirk and you lick the blood off your lips. You move downward and you nip at my nipples roughly. I let out a silent scream. I can't talk. You pfft and you say that I can be vocal. And vocal is what I am. I groan loudly the pain is fresh, pulsating and it travels to my groin. Gods! You gnaw on my nipple, biting the top, so I bleed there too. You suckled me and I writhe in pleasure. You bite and nibble harshly. Shit! How can you do this to me. Drive me insane with such pain. I look up and lock my greens eyes with you. Your eyes are glowing with a hot sporadic fire, while mine are cool and rhythmic. Your lips blossom into a grin that's befitting of a psycho. I've seen what you do to other women and men. I saw how you mutilate them so they can barely breath. We're your experiments. Your lab animals that you find at night. We are nothing but an incubuses fuck. We scream and cry and drives you faster, harder, more vicious.

You bite a long trail from my collar bone to my belly button, the little piercing beading upward with blood. You smear it around with your claw. The blood red contrasting with my fair-toned skin. It's pretty in your mind set. My delicate flower is being wet, and I feel the warm twitches course through out my body. I want you to do the deed. Do me. Do me. Do me now! You won't you sadistic tease. You slide off the bed and reach around your nightstand, which has a gothic feel to it. Sharp corners and gargoyle knobs. You open the first one and pull out a knife, jagged, rough. I don't want that touching me. You trace a lazy circle around my ankle, the skin splitting and pushing forth red. You seem content. You push it with a little bit more force, into the gap between the bones. I whimper loudly, the warm tears spilling from my eyes. The pain has overridden any pleasure. You rotate the knife, twisting my delicate flesh, I scream and tell you over and over to stop. You just push it deeper and deeper. The blood pooling onto the bed. Fresh. You lap the blood up, you've seemed to pick up an addiction to this blood of mine.

My wails are bouncing off the dungeon type walls as you trace a long, deep line upward to my knee. Taking it apart. You watch in satisfaction as with each heart beat it spurts out faster. Like a warm, wet spray. You're liking this. You have your way with my body. Using the knife as your guide you criss cross cuts and little stabs and punctures. You sliced open my ear, the wet sensations dripping down my face. Sick. You put the knife away, but not before licking away the scary red that clings to the knife. You look truly evil, the way you do that. You snap at me and tell my to close your eyes. I do so. You open my legs and shove something like a butt plug up my ass. No lubricant, no warning and no preparation. My screams are rocking the dungeon. I'm cussing you out. I'm hysterical and you don't seem to care. I'm bleeding, throbbing and my ass muscles have been shattered, You bloody fuck! You punch me square in the face. No need for violence now. You press your elbow into my neck, slowly cutting off the air supply. I'm getting dizzy, and I sure as hell can't see. You look down at me and give me a fake kiss of death before letting me up. You pull me to the edge of your bed and you have my legs re-spread open. You look at the tantalizing peach that you want to eat.

You use two of your long fingers to spread open my outer lips. You use your other hand to push the clitoris hood out the way. I feel that little twitch of pleasure. You blow on it, sending a shiver up my spine. You bring the little nub into your mouth, sucking on it expertly. I use my arms to support me, because without them I would crumble. You lick at the steadily growing organ. I'm moaning your name, master. Can't you hear? Once you find that spot, you use your hands to clamp down my thighs, to keep me from convulsing too much. You alternate, using bites, nibbles, licks and sucking. You're driving my wild with ecstasy. My muscles begin to contract, the first signs on an orgasm. My back arches upward and I'm moaning my delirium. My juices flow freely, you lick them up and begin to tongue fuck me. I gasp as you pull out, your lips and surrounding areas covered in me. You push me backward, agitating the big hunk of plastic in my ass. I cry out.

You stand up, and I let my half open eyes glaze over your body. You're sexy for a rapist. You're horny and erect. And I can't wait for you to ease within. Oh, mm. You push in deeply, over stretching my delicate muscles. I'm screaming out in pain, I have no time to adjust before you begin to savagely take me. Hard, fast long and deep. The flesh is slapping. The pain is intense and the smell of sex is in the air. You have accurate thrusts, because soon you find my spot and you ram into it over and over. I moan and scream. Cuss and praise. Makes no sense in the chaotic world you and I happen to share. Minutes, hours, eternity passes before everything turns black, you shoot your semen into me and it gushes. I clamp down on your penis, signaling my release. Second time for tonight. You pull out, and sweat glistens on your body. You always did look gorgeous after sex. You grin and you lick me up. Getting the cum and dried blood. Pretty soon my body is covered in your saliva.

You yank out the butt plug and I voice my pain. The screams die down into a whimper. You tell me what to do with extra viciousness. And you walk out. Leaving me to my throbbing pain, but ebbing softly in my body, pleasure. This is what you do to me. You make me hate you, you sick fuck. But I think I love you, and you already know, just won't acknowledge. My rapist, and my lover in my psychotic mind. I lean back and let my breathing die down. I hitch, the cuts are not very comfortable nor are they happy. I don’t want to replace the sheets. I don't want to do anything. I begin to cry. My sobs wracking my cut covered body. I can never have you the way you have me. You have my in your palm and I'll dance across it happily. The tears mean nothing to you. They signal that you're doing your sadist job well. Great. Perfect. I have you. In my heart, I have you. In my mind, and in reality you're nothing but a fading memory.

I stand up and limp toward the big mirror you keep here. I rake my eyes over my body. I see my red hair has been caked and died deeper crimson. He never cuts the face, just bruises it. Even worse. When I go home, I have to explain. But the future is not my concern. I see my breasts, my stomach, my everything. I hate what I see. I hate me, but....it's the inner beauty right? So when the inner beauty is actually ugly, what about the outer? The outer husk that the world sees. What they see through me is a battered bitch. Well, that's what I am. I slide into the elaborate shower and wash away any trace of you on me. My skin crawls. I'm a dirty bitch. I step out and dry off, putting on a big shirt you give. I smell like you and that drives me mad. I crawl into the sex, blood covered bed and I drift off. My tears damping the pillow all over again. My life is hell. My darkness is your light. The golden prize that you so savagely take. Take it and leave me bleeding. I don't care for I am yours. I'm your fuck whore, drunken and stupified is how you make me. Am I your only one?