"I love you." he said, longing to touch the side of her beautiful face. Her eyes slitted and she stared at him "you don't even know me. I'm diseased." she said. "you're not diseased, you're just sadistic, but I love it, I love everything about you." he said.

"Do you love me enough to die for me? Imagine how amazing the orgasm will be, when you know it will be your last..." she pressed the end of her gun to his head, and straddled him, her body grinding against his. He looked up at her with desperate eyes. Under her caress, his entire existance was reduced to a throbbing shaft of aching desire. He wanted to shrivel up in the palm of her hand and let her control everything, so long as she would stop denying him what she had been all these years. "I promise I'll make it worth your while." she whispered seductively into his ear as she nibbled on it. He shivered, and finally formed the word "okay" with a resigned saddness sagging at the bottom of his voice. She giggled, and caressed down his leg with the cold metal she gripped in her small, fragile hand.

"I know how long you've been waiting for this. My little puppet, I've used you and abused you. I've teased and tormented you. And now... Well, now I can finally give you the satisfaction you've craved and cried over all these years. And I'll put you out of your misery in the process." Her face glowed, as she pushed a peice of her red hair back behind her ear, then leaned closer, so her seductively plump lips filled his vision, and she whispered "I'll kill two birds with one stone."

Her breasts hovered above his face, so perfect, soft, and untouchable. He knew better than to reach towards them, on so many occasions she had punished him for such an act. Grabbing his hand, digging in her claws, and then twisting his wrist back was the most leniant of her discipline. But now, she grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to that delicious swell of perfect flesh. As his fingers pressed around it, he gasped, overwelmed by the pleasurable touch of it. He was immidiately harder than he ever thought he could be. He wanted to cry, because he was so aroused, and so tormented. Her tiny hand wrapped around his erection, and squeezed, then dug her nails in, drawing blood. The pain was unbearable and so wonderful all at once, he was always hungering for the pain with an overwelmingly insane desire. The pain was all he knew.

"It's beautiful how vulnerable you are right now. But are you sure this is what you want? I'll let you finally consummate your love for me, but your life will be the sacrifice you make." She reached up and pressed the gun against his face, almost getting off at the sight of him so defenseless. "Yes, yes" he gasped, almost in tears. "I'm willing to sacrifice anything" He was whimpering now, and an evil grin spread across her face. The fingers of her free hand gracefully slid down to his waist, unbuttoning his pants. He slithered out of them, hurriedly, and she hovered herself above him, slowly grinding her hips down upon him, and then....

And then ....wordless... relief... the most amazingly indescribably wonderful feeling of warm wetness enveloping him and then his mind was an empty, explosive cavern of lust and he was thrusting and all they were was a thrusting defective reproductive machine, but this felt so right, that their bodies should be so close, that he should finally be inside of the woman he loved, the woman who had owned him and denied him for so long. And the satisfaction came, in waves that overtook him and filled up his mouth with inhuman grunts, and then he collapsed beneath her, and looked up at her expectantly.

She held the pistol against his head, and he squeezed his eyes shut, as she began squeezing the trigger. He was afraid and anxious and satisfied all at once. But the bang didn't come in the form of a bullet. It came in the form of the gun's metal barrel smacking hard against his temple, and he could feel a little blood trickle down his forehead.

"The gun is empty, just like my soul. You didn't even make me cum, you worthless sack of shit, you're not even worth a fucking bullet." She threw the gun on the floor, and her lips curled into a smile. "But- but you said I would die after." he stammered, confused. She stood up, and began dressing slowly.

"You will. But you will die a slow and painful death, now that you're infested with HIV. I told you I was diseased." she threw her head back, and cackled "You worthless, AIDS-infested peice of shit. You're nothing, and now you're going to have to keep living and suffering for what will feel like eternity." She tied her boots, and turned towards the door. "Farewell." and then she shut the door, and she was gone forever.