Page 29 of All Your Pain

I drop Willow onto the bed and her towel falls off as she tries to get away from me but I straddle her hips pinning her down. “Where do you think you’re going, little kitten? You know, if I’m in a good mood I like to ask my victims if they have any last words and since you’ve been my special guest I’ll give you the chance now. Anything to say?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Enough of the sorry’s! This was always going to happen. As soon as I saw you that night I knew you’d be mine until the day you die.”

She doesn’t realize quite how true that is.

I grab her hair and take the knife from the back of my waistband, the same one she dropped downstairs. I don’t understand why she didn’t keep hold of it or actually try to use it on me. “I’ll make it quick for you, little kitten. All I need is for you to admit how much you’ve enjoyed every bit of pain I’ve given you.”

The tip of the blade presses to her exposed throat but she doesn’t make a sound. I press just enough for a small drop of blood to appear and finally she whimpers, but it’s not enough. “Fight back!” I snap. “Tell me you hate me!”

“I hate you,” she repeats but her tone is weak.

“How about one last fuck before I kill you? I've heard that hate fucks are to die for.” There’s a spark of heat in her eyes and I know I have her now. She wants it,wants me.

Just say it.

A part of me wonders if she’ll ever admit it and if this will be enough to keep the connection between us alive.

I’ve never hesitated to kill or hurt anyone before. Not even with my first kill when I was just a boy and started the fire thatkilled my foster parents. I savored every scream they made. In the end I was only doing them a favor sending them straight to the god they worshiped so much. Just because I couldn’t feel things like they could, they made me suffer in his name. The only thing that got through to me in the end was their hateful speech.

Sinful.

Monster.

Devil.

My Willow’s never insulted me for what I’m lacking, other than a heart. She’s right to call me an evil asshole. I’ve hurt her so much and she’s taken it all without breaking. Even stayed strong enough to try to get away from me. My cock presses insistently against my zipper, distracting me from my thoughts.

“I can’t kill you, Willow, but I can’t let you go,ever.You may not believe me now but I hope in time you’ll see what you mean to me. This will be a permanent reminder of exactly where you belong.”

Slowly, I drag the knife down her throat, past her breasts, leaving a faint white line as just the top layer of her skin breaks and finally settle it on the beautiful blank canvas between her breasts and belly button.

“Dean, whatever you're thinking of doing I’m not strong enough to handle it. I can’t take any more. I don’t want to die but I don’t want this." Her denials fall on deaf ears as I focus in on the rise and fall of her stomach

Fuck, I really can’t ever let her go. Willow is mine until her last breath, but her death won't be by my hand. If there is a god and he comes for her I’ll drag the heavens down just to get her back.

The vision of exactly what I want to etch into her skin comes to my mind and I make the first cut.

Through gritted teeth, she screams as she tries to keep her body nice and still for me. “Such a good girl,” I murmur as Iwatch the blood trickle onto the bed. Then with a curve of my wrist I make the next cut.

“Dean,” she whimpers.

“Shh, I know, baby. You’re doing so well. I’m nowhere near done though.” I stop for a moment to lean down and kiss her. “You want me to stop?” I whisper, unsure if I’ll be able to if she says yes, but she doesn’t say anything, just stares at me with pleading eyes.But pleading for what exactly?

Now that the knife’s not on her skin she starts to writhe underneath me, her hips lifting as her thighs rub together.

Oh fuck, she needs me but I need her to ask for it. Beg for it.

“Tell me what you need, little kitten. I can give you everything you need, all you have to do is ask. Or I can just carry on.” I pull back and make the next cut quickly this time. Her cry of pain ends in a moan of something so much more. Then her legs part and I see the glistening shine of her wet pussy.Does she even realize how soaked she is?

I rub the handle of the knife along her wetness and dip it into her entrance. “Is that? Oh, God!” she moans her hands reaching above her head to find purchase on the headboard.

“That’s right baby, call me your god and tell me how good it feels to have your sweet, little cunt tortured by me.” With my free hand, I take my cock out and start stroking the length. Then I wipe my hand through the blood on her stomach and use that to lube myself up. I need to sink it inside her so badly but I just need a little patience for my sweet girl.

“I—I can’t! I’m—I’m scared,” she stutters, her words catching in the back of her throat.

My hand stills with the hilt still in her. “Of me?” I can’t really blame her if she is.

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