I was just a child, weak and defenceless and I told you everything. I believed in you, I trusted you and you used everything I'd ever confided in you against me.

I told you my father was an alcoholic, you told the locker room. I told you I was straight edge, you force fed me alcohol. I told you I was mentally scarred by my mothers hate filled words, you put me down every chance you got. I told you I was physically scared from my fathers abuse, you...you did exactly the same.

So why did I still stand beside you? Why did I stay with you after all those things that would've made any other man punch you in the face and walk away forever? Simple, because I love you. It seems simple, isn't it?

My master. I look around me. Another hotel room, dark blue carpets, king sized wooden bed, black leather sofa, soft fluffy rug and a beautiful view of the sea outside. No expense spared, but it wasn't for me. I look to my self, the first thing I see is the glistening silver chains that bind me to the headboard of the bed, cuffed around my wrists and the handcuffs that lock my ankles together to prevent me from moving. I pull myself up from the floor by the bed, standing infront of the full length mirror and the reflection staring back at me forces tears out of my blackened eyes. Chalk white flesh marred with black and purple bruises, irritated welts, ragged red scars and numerous brownish burns, the marks of my toture. My long black hair falls around my face as I drop my head, laying back down on the floor allowing the sobs to rack my body and take me over. The leather collar around my neck is all that I wear, you prefer me to be ready for what ever games you wish to play, such as the cold metal ring around the collar that attaches to chain leashes for your amusment.

There is no amusment in your eyes anymore, not even a hint of sadistic laughter when you storm through the door and grab me by my hair.

I whimper and am slapped, hard across the face. "No sound" you spit at me, your tone frighteningly dominant. I shudder, biting my chwed up lower lip causing old wounds to reopen and my mouth is filled with the metallic taste of my own blood.

You punch me in the jaw to emphasise your point, then lick at the trail of blood leading down my chin from my busted lip and groan. "mmmm so sweet" you moan, your warm breath caresses my face and I point my chin up to your tongue, begging for more contact that I so desperately need from you. You laugh, that sadistic amusement shining in your hollow brown eyes that match my crying chocolate ones. You lift off me, tightening the chains and attaching new restraints to my ankles, spreading me apart on the bed like a torture machine. You laugh again, ghosting your fingers across my wounds, knowing that I want nothing more then for just a touch, even if it is to reopen one of the many infections scattered across my flesh. You laugh again, more sinister, eviler, "Such a good little bitch. So responsive. You love your master don't you bitch?" You slap me again, even harder when I don't answer. "Yes master, please" I dare to add my plea to the end of the answer I know he want, the honest truth. You grins, running the hand that was so close to my skin, through your own long dark hair chuckling to yourself. You strips off your shirt, aswell as your boots and socks. You shake your head, still grinning. "Please what?" you whisper hotly in my ear, "Tell me what you want slut?"

I moan, earning myself another slap from you, "I want you master. Please, touch me, I need to feel you...please" I cry, sobs still racking my body at the torture of it.

You lick your lips, tracing the straight edge tattoo across my stomach with one finger, and I become instantly hard at the simple contact. You laugh, "Such a slut, so responsive." You slap my hard dick, making me cry out in pain and earning another slap to the painfully hard organ, as a quick learner I bite my lip again muffling the cries.

You move your hand down your stomach, rubbing yourself through your shredded jean shorts, knowing how hard it makes me to watch this. Your teasing me again and it hurts. You pull the belt from the loops of your jeans, and as quick as lightening it repeatedly stirkes across my body. Stomach, chest, thighs, legs, arms, neck every thing geting a stirking blow of the belt and the buckly that tears my flesh and reopens the already painful wounds. I try to close in on myself, its made impossible by the chains which add to your amusement.

The belt is flung across the room and as quickly as the belt had struck, your jeans were gone and you were thrusting hard into my body without preperation or lube or notice. I scream, the pain to much to even think about the sound rules and this earns another slap but it burns so much as you relentless pound into my weak and shattered submissive body, not even giving me time to adjust. I moan loudly despite the searing pain throbbing inside of me, the pleasure of your contact and the way your dick stabs my prostate every so often send white hot pulses of pleasure through me everytime.

I hear you moan and it's the sweetest sound in the world to me, knowing that it is because of me, despite how I made it happen. You grab my leaking cock hard, tightening your grip so it's so painful I'm sobbing in pain yet again.

"Don't you dare cum until I allow it." You bark at me, groaning and laughing at the pain on my face. "Pplease master." Another smack, this time to my sore ass. You pound into me hard for what seems like forever, time no longer seeming real to me anymore and I feel your cock violently twitch inside of me, mine doing the same in your vice like grip. You groan loudly again, my moans flowing out of me now, you pump my cock hard, teasing for the last time before your orders for me to cum are shouted in my sore, deafened ears and I cum hard at the same time you release deep inside of me. Our orgasms lasting for ages before we both start to come down from our high.

You look at me with sadistic, disgusted, amusued burning in your eyes and across your face. I feel your fists pound into my already shuddering body, beating me and bruising every inch of flesh, screaming obsecenities at me. The last blow lands across my head, making me dizzy and my eye sight goes fuzzy and spots form infront of my eyes.

You release my ankles and losen the chains bound to me sore, stiff arms and wrists. As soon as I am free I instantly shuffle closer to you, cuddling up to your side, silently pleading and begging for your arms to wrap around my broken body. You chuckle evily and shove me violently hard to the floor, standing and adding an extra hard kick to my ribs for good measure.

"Don't fuking touch me you dirty little whore." You order me, your dominant voice breaking me hope of loving contact from you. I sob again, tears streaming down my bloodied face, the pain of my blood mixed with your cum streaming out of my abused ass makes me cry harder. I curl into a ball as you dress, turn out the lights and leave.

I know where your going, another bar to get drunk at before you came back to do this all over again. Leaving me in the blackness of the eerily silent room, curled into the fetal position and sobbing heavily. My last words whispered softly broken before I pass out, "I love you...my Raven."