The Nightmare Within…

He stayed within me as we let our harsh breathing slow back to a normal-paced pant. As he looked at me, his eyes sparkled brightly with love. Something in me snapped when I saw that love. My eyes turned loathsome. Slapping him hard against his cheek, he looked at me with alarm and hurt. Pushing him out and completely off of my frame, I stood and quickly dressed. “Ashleigh… love” he said softly, standing there, stark naked in the cemetery.

“No.” I said softly, tears starting to sting my eyes. They lingered down to the rope I had let him dominate me with. Picking it up, I felt a sly and sickly smirk scoot onto me face as his expression turned horrid. “What’s the matter, love, afraid I might hurt you?” My voice sounded different… darker.

“Ashleigh… baby. What did I do?” his voice squeaked. I grinned darkly as I saw him try to hold back his tears. “Am I not enough anymore?” I just shook my head and stepped closer to him. In turn, he took a step backwards toward the stonewall. “Baby, please. What did I do?” Again, I just shook my head, staying silent. The tears broke through their barrier and it pleased me.

I took another step toward him, steering him towards a thick, old tree. “You never were enough. All those years. All those lies. You think I loved you? You, Carmine, are sadly mistaken.” I told him, spitting out his name like venom. I stopped short and smiled my familiar warm smile. His expression grew hopeful. “You know what? I do love you. I love fucking you.” His face fell.

“Y-You never loved me… for my heart?” His voice struggled for hope. He waited, on edge for my answer.

As I thought for a moment, I shook my head. “Nope. Never. All it ever was for is that cock of yours.” His face fell completely as realization hit; that my love for him was all just a façade. He seemed to contemplate over my words for some time, each second passing by slower and slower than the last. Again, I took a step closer till he was backed up against the tree, his clothes at least a yard away from him. “All you ever do is fantasize about other girls. I hear you on the phone every night when you think I’m asleep. Telling them how much you long for your dick inside their cunt.” I was steaming now. I had his hands and feet tied around the thick tree in the style of Da Vinci’s famous Vitruvian Man, so he couldn’t move. Taking the thong I must have forgotten to put on before I pulled on me jeans, I stuffed it in his mouth, gagging him. “Now my dear… it is my turn to have my fun.” Grinning at him, I kissed his nose.

I went over behind the stonewall and pulled out what seemed to resemble closely to a doctor’s bag. Walking closer to him, I saw his eyes widen as he tried to mumble something.

“What was that, my dear?” I asked him in an artificial, honey-coated voice. Hearing him mumble again, I giggled. “Why… no, silly. I would never hurt you… that much.” Adding the last as an after thought. Hearing him whimper, I frowned and pulled a staple gun out of my bag. “Don’t make me have to use this!” I advised him. When his brown orbs fell upon my weapon of choice, he shut up immediately, his struggles impeding almost instantly. “Good. We understand each other.” Every now and then, Carmine kept eyeing my bag, apprehension covering his quivering body.

I let my mind mull over the punishment I wanted to put the traitor through. “Baby…” he started slowly, his words muffled due to my thong. “I love you. Only you.” I scoffed at his words and muttered darkly to myself. I moved back to my bag and took out a thick, black leather bullwhip. I cracked it into the air and through the corner of my eye, saw him squirm in his bonds. “Baby… y-you promised you’d… never… hurt me.”

“And you promised to never hurt me!” I fired back. “You told me you’d never break my heart! And you took that for granted. I let you see me vulnerable and scared.” I took the whip and cracked it against his thigh, close to his penis. I heard him whimper and that just heightened my anger. I whipped him again on his thigh. A long, red line slowly formed. His screams broke loose of their restraints and broke the sound barrier. “Aw, did that hurt, pumpkin?” He nodded slowly, apprehensively. “Let me make it better.” I said, whipping him harshly on his stomach, blood starting to trickle down. A high-pitched and muffled cry came from him. “Oh, calm down, you slut. It’s just a little whip. This is the least of your problems.” Again, he quieted. Placing the whip neatly on the grassy terrain, I kneeled down and went searching in my bag. Aha! I thought. My actual gag. I smiled as I pulled the muzzle-like gag out. “Say ‘Ah’.” I told him. Obeying me, he opened his mouth and I pulled out the saliva-drenched thing, quickly inserting the toy. Buckling it so he couldn’t spit it out, I pulled out my scalpel from my kit. More tears made their way down his cheeks.

My grin turned sickly gruesome as I placed it to his hairline and started shaving. With clumps of hair came blood and flesh. I could sense he was already brinking on unconsciousness. No fair… I barely did anything! Still, I waited till Carmine looked better. I quickly finished off with shaving his head. The strands of once beautiful, silky brown hair were strewn over his body in various clumps due to his tears and blood. I heard him mumble something but I ignored it. Dropping the soiled utensil on the ground, I looked at my work as of yet. Happy with it, I placed my hand on his dick. I softly let my delicate fingers glide over the baby soft skin. Flicking my thumbnail over the tip, I heard a groan start to form in his throat. “Like that, pumpkin?” I asked softly. He nodded swiftly and I yanked my hand away from him, glaring.

I began to walk over to my bag, not forgetting to grab my whip. Coming back to Carmine, he seemed to have closed his eyes. THWACK! The whip snapped at the tip of his cock. He jolted away and tried to cower away. Kneeling down, I searched around for my next choice of weaponry. Grinning from ear to ear, I pulled out of a pack of needles of all different thickness and length. Walking over to him, I took his dick in hand; studying what was already – and forever would be – imprinted in my mind. Pulling out a rather thick and long needle, I dug in my pockets for my lighter. Heating up the rod rather than sterilizing it, I placed the lighter back in my right ass pocket before taking the foreskin of his penis and shoving it through. I watched as blood trickled down his legs and tears stung his eyes. I took out another needle, this one a bit thinner, but longer. Without heating it, I took the head of his dick and jabbed it through. His muffled scream sounded pained, leaving me to feel myself become excited. Placing my hands on my hips, I took a step back, looking up and down his tortured frame. Happy with how it looked thus far, I looked back in my bag, leaving the needles out for what I had planned on doing later. I dug around, looking for my razor. Pulling out a thin shaving razor, I placed it on the ground and kept searching. Letting out a yelp of pain, I pulled my hand from the bag to examine the damage. Looking at the finger in pain – my index finger – I saw a small cut, beading up. Mumbling something about uncovered razors, I looked carefully in my bag for the perpetrator. Finding the large utility razor, I pulled it out and placed it next to the shaving razor. I then pulled out a tub of salt. Grinning madly, I took the larger utility razor and stood next to him, drawing a long, deep line. His face scrunched up in pain, his whimpers turning into incoherent pleas.