Would you ever suspect that I would be the one doing this to you? To you, the man I had loved. The man who had been the better part of my life. Why am I doing this, you ask? Because of what you are. I, so oblivious, blindly, and idiotically followed you around like I was a lost puppy. You played me for a fool. It’s my turn to play you.

I stared down at your body, after another round of my being your little sex puppet. The kinky fluffy, pink hand cuffs hanged off my wrist as I kissed your chest lightly, smiling to cover my repulsion. I just had to play you for a little while longer.

“Thanks, darling.” Oh how I hated it when you called me that. No, not hated. Despised.

“What are you thanking me for?” I looked up to your sweaty, smirking face, once again suppressing the gag. It was your turn to be oblivious.

“Tonight you seem to be pleasuring me more than usual.” You passed a hand through my hair, earning a shiver that went up and down my spine.

“I just have this feeling something bad was going to happen.” To you. Of course, everything bad will happen to you for this night only. Why this night only? I’m not letting you walk out of this room alive.

“Nothing is going to happen.” You pulled me up and kissed me lightly on the lips. I felt a little bile coming up my throat. I swallowed it back down before standing up and throwing your shirt on. I looked over to you and smiled meekly.

“I’ll be in the washroom, if you need me.” I winked at you and made my way to said bathroom.

I closed the door and walked over to the toilet and let myself vomit anything I had swallowed that came out of your body. I towelled my face cleaned and turned to the cabinet. While I had waited for you to arrive, I had hid the essentials for your torture. They included: whip, chains, knives, paper, and many other things. Why paper? To do the only thing painful with paper. Paper cuts.

It was hard to decide for the first thing I would do to you. I finally decided on chaining you to the bed and whipping you chest and, how should I say this gently, your gonads. I quickly rolled up all of the stuff I needed and walked back out to you. As usual, you were waiting for me with the handcuffs swinging around your finger. You lifted your cocky eyebrow, eyeing the ropes and chains I carried.

“Just thought I’d try something new.” I answered your silent question as innocently as I could.

“My own little sex kitten.” Obviously, you used me only for my sex.

“Lay back, relax, and enjoy.” Those should be the words that would be remotely nice words you hear coming our of my mouth for the rest of your existence.

Not surprisingly, you laid back and let me tie you up.

The torture now began.

As the chains clinked softly when I moved them around, you whistled to tell me to go faster because your hard on was getting overwhelming. I winked at you, as I tightened the chains so much that, for one, I earned a moan and blood was leaking down your arms slowly.

“Kitten, I’m sorry to bother you… but could you loosen up on the chains?” You asked semi-politely. I looked down at you, agape.

“No can do.” I dragged one of my long nails down your chest slowly, lightly scratching you.

“What the hell are you doing?” I started to get the vibe that you were freaked out. I smirked evilly before I answered your question.

“Nothing to important, just torturing you.” I patted your cheek and walked to where I had placed the whip. I grabbed it turned to face you, untangling it. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt me one bit.” With that said, I lashed the whip out and slammed it against your chest, earning a loud scream.

“Stop! Why are you doing this?” You whimpered out, tears threatening to spill out of your bloodshot eyes.

“Why?” I whipped you again. “You dare ask why?” Another slash on your chest started to bleed more. “Because of you.”

“Me?” I was utterly surprised you were still able to murmur words.

“No. The man that’s sitting behind you. Yes, you!” I whipped you again before throwing the whip off to the side. I watched your face as your eyes widened in gleeful hope. I walked away into the washroom, grabbing salt and alcohol.

“You’re going to disinfect my wounds?”

“No way in hell.” I unscrewed the lid and dumped it all over your chest. You squirmed, trying to get away. The pain was doubling more than the whip as the alcohol took its affect. You groaned in pain as I stood and watched you writher in your pain.

All is fair in love and war. What a fake saying. Nothing is fair in love and war. Unless, like me, you are torturing the man who had tortured you.

“Maybe I should tell you why I am doing this. Well,” I open the box of salt. “You played me.” Pouring a little but of salt on your deepest slash, I washed your face contort with pain. “You fooled me into believe you actually loved me. But you forgot one thing,” I rubbed some salt in another gash. “That I introduced you to your girlfriend.”

“I never cheated on you!” You screamed out, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“You are such a wimp.” I covered the last of your slashes with the salt.

I walked away from you and returned with the paper. I sat down on your chest, my legs on either side of your body. You looked up at me with saddened eyes, finally accepting the reality of the situation.

“So…this is revenge?” You whispered, closing your eyes.

“It very much is.” I smiled a mock smile of sweetness before grazing your skin lightly, a small cut appearing where the paper ran over.

You hissed a little as you felt the pain. I leant down and liked it lightly, savouring the taste of your blood. Your eyes were filled with disgust and pain, it was thrilling. I grabbed the salt bottle and dabbed my finger, and trailed it over the gash.

“How does it feel,” I started, “to be the toy for once? How does it feel to be the one that is being used?” I slapped your face. The basterd will never live through this. I wasn’t planning to let him to, either.

“Heaven.” You answered.

“Happy to know there’s still sarcasm within you.” I leaned over you and grabbed the knife I had deposited beside the bed.

I squirmed down your body so that I was now sitting over you lifeless, limp cock.

“I am also happy to see that you are not horny at the sight of me, for once.”

“I wonder why…” As you were talking, I grabbed your tongue, pulled it out, and I dragged the knife over your tongue lightly. Blood seeped out of the gash and into your mouth. I leant down and open-mouth kissed you, tasting your blood once again. You groaned as I left your mouth agape. “Don’t…”

“Don’t what? Don’t kiss me; don’t kill me; don’t torture me; don’t what?”

“Don’t do what you are doing to me now.” You whispered, shaking your head lightly.

“You’re trying to make me take pity on you, aren’t you?” I patted your cheek, looking down at the knife I held in the other hand. I took it and dragged it along the cheek I had just touched, earning a deep red line. I took some salt and dabbed it on the gash, her eyes closing and your body wincing in pain.

Sliding off your body, I walked back into the washroom to grab something new. I took out the spiked chain that I had made specially for this occasion. Walking back to your immobile form, I laughed quietly.

I was finally in charge!

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Gruesome, ain't it?

I love it.. Everyone thinks there's something wrong with me... I don't care...

There is more to come...Eventually

Love,
Moi