Her fragile body was still in the night. She made no movements, no sounds, and I knew it would not be for long. Her chest rose and fell in slow rhythms of her unconscious form. I had made my decision. The sadist was tired of being locked up.
My mind wandered to thoughts unlike any before. I was becoming a monster, but it was too late to stop it, I -- for some reason -- just didn't care. My body was controlling me, something that had always had the chance to come out. My mind was screaming, but after years of blocking people out, I could easily ignore it. I was catatonic while I stood by her bed. I was incredulous of my own actions. I would do it, I had already decided that. As twisted and sick as it was, I would.
My legs carried me to her bed, where she was lying helplessly. No one would hear, no one would know, and yet, when people found out, they would know immediately. That did not matter, what mattered was that I was going to do this, no qualms, no regrets. There would be no point.
My hands were steady as they reached for her. I had sat for hours observing her, now I would not lose myself to nervousness. My hand made its way to her shoulder, where I roughly turned her from her side to her back. Her wide eyes snapped open sleepily. She immediately caught sight of me and began to speak. I wouldn't let her ruin this. My lips went to hers to hush the questions and pleas.
I moved over her, my body hovering above hers. She was responsive after a while, I didn't want her to feel that way. I wanted her to know what I was, to see that I was a danger. I grabbed her chin and pulled her head away to side, my mouth went to her neck and I growled possessively. I would forget the blood, it didn't matter, and it never would.
Her heart rate increased as she noticed I wasn't acting like myself. No, I was long gone, blown into the dust never to return. I growled again as she tried to push me up. My hands gripped her wrists tightly and pinned them to the bed. She struggled against me, her body thrashing to move from my grip. Tears formed in her eyes, to which I smiled menacingly.
She screeched loudly trying to escape me, but I wouldn't let her leave. She was mine. My lips went to hers again, this time I was rough, trying to shut her up. Pulling her wrists into one of my hands, I caressed the length of her face. She let out a sob and stared at me with confused and hurt eyes. Her lips were swollen and a bruise was forming on the left side of her mouth. She was still gorgeous, though.
"It's useless to fight me," I cooed. "Don't you see that, dear? I always get what I want. It'll be quick, I promise."
Whether the thought just occurred to her or not, she began to struggle against me again. Her legs pushed at my chest to lift me from her. It would not help her, though. I grabbed her legs and spread them wide on either side of me. Sobs released from her mouth and screams for help left from her.
"Please," she begged in a broken whisper.
"No,"
I ripped her thin shirt from her body and then her pants. Discarding them to the floor, I looked over my glorious prize. Her skin illuminated in the light of the moon. The tears on her face glistened, the way her chest heaved with sobs and breaths made my body tremble. She was a goddess in human form, it was a sin for what I was and what I was doing, but I just didn't care anymore.
She cried out as I gripped her breast tightly in my hand. The small nipple hardened between my fingers. She screamed and cried while a bruise in the shape of my hand slowly formed. I pinched the other tightly, not enough to draw blood. I wanted to watch her squirm, the sight was erotic.
I squeezed her wrists hard to let her know not to move them. A sob left her throat when I moved my hand from her wrist. Both of my hands gently massaged her chest, a change from the brutality I had inflicted on her. My hands left down her chest over her slightly protruding ribs and to her hips. They were so perfectly built, wide but not too much. If God came and told me to create a woman of my liking, I would make her.
I pressed my lips to the indentation of her stomach, sucking on the skin of her naval. I made my mark several times. Her alabaster skin made the bruises look more vivid, which only egged me on to make more. I had made a trail of kiss marks around her stomach. Each darker than the last.
I pulled away from her stomach to view over her. She was crying with heavy tears flowing down her cheeks. Her wrists were still above her head as I had silently instructed, but they were shaking uncontrollably just like the rest of her.
I pulled my shirt over my head and pressed my chest against hers. My lips went back to her neck and felt the blood rush through her veins. Her body was on fire for me, the blood pumping wildly with adrenaline. She wasn't stupid; she knew what I was doing. Her body reacted with thrashing before, even though it was useless and she only ended up harming herself. But, I suppose she couldn't just give in to me that easily. I had hoped she wouldn't.
My fingers trailed her soft flesh down lower than her bruised naval. I brushed the length of her opening, earning a shiver from her body. I couldn't help but notice that as I went on playing and feeling her, how soaked she was. Even though she was terrified, her body spilled for my every touch.
"You are sick," I murmured into the valley of her neck.
Before she had any time to answer me, I stuck my finger into her. She gasped and tried to struggle against me. I gripped her wrists again and snarled into her neck. She knew enough to let her body go limp and let her silent tears fall to the pillow beneath her head.
Her hips were trying not to buck into my hand, but the fact that she was a woman and her needs were being met made her want more from me. Terror was losing against want. I had to change that.
I found her sensitive bundle of nerves, knowing she would gasp. I smirked as she did, and then pinched it hard. Her scream was loud and frantic. Her hips bucked, but not for pleasure, for escape. The more she moved the tighter I squeezed. Her movements died down and soon only whimpers escaped from her body.
I lifted myself from her body and stood by the side of her bed. She shook horribly and tried to curl in on herself. I was becoming wary of her not listening to me. Grabbing my belt from my pants, I took her hands and tied them together to the headboard of her bed. Her body thrashed from side to side, now realizing I was done fooling around with her. Her pathetic form pleaded for me to stop and think, which I did, only to continue.
My pants dropped to the floor, and I stepped out from them. She stared at me in horror, her eyes dilated and teary. I resumed my position over her again, my finger reentering inside of her. She cried and tried to move away again. My fingers were only helping her, preparing her body for something much larger. I smiled at her, my face only inches from her own. She looked on in horror at my happy demeanor.
"I love you," my voice dripped with venom. But it was the truth. She didn't say anything back, but moved her head away from my line of sight. Her eyes were distant, waiting for me.
I would not go for that. I pulled her head back to mine and looked into her eyes as I entered her. Tears swelled immediately and she screamed louder than before. It was heart wrenching, if I was under my former distinction. Her hands pulled at her restraints uselessly. I picked her legs up and put them over my forearms and my hands on her hips. I wanted to bury myself inside of her.
Her screams were beginning to fade. As hard as she tried she couldn't resist the pleasure I was giving her. My hands gripped harder on her hips and I thrusted deeper and firmer. I could feel her tight body rejecting my length and the pressure at which I was moving inside her virgin body. I could feel something snap inside of her. Her eyes were wide with terror and pain as pain became more prominent in her feelings.
Her pelvis was starting to snap and her hip was broken. I could feel the broken bone rejecting my thrusts. She thrashed desperately, but to no avail. Her orgasm came without notice on her part. Her body was already shaking, and I doubted that with the pain, she could feel anything below her ribs.
I pulled myself out from her before I climaxed and continued to pump myself. She looked on in shock, but said and did nothing. I felt myself go and my seed spread across her perfect chest and some onto her cheek and chin. My fingers lightly smeared her face and dipped into her mouth. She flinched slightly but didn't move. She let my hand move around her body. I untied her hands and moved her to sit up. I pulled her to my lap and cradled her shaking form.
"It's over," I whispered, my mouth moving up and down her neck. "You are mine, and I will see you in hell."
"I- I…" she stammered.
"What?" my voice was feather light.
"I… forgive you…"
I growled and threw her to the floor. "Why?" I yelled.
"Y- you're not… you."
"You're right, I'm not. But that didn't stop me now did it, Bella?"
"N- no, but I'll always love… my Edward…. not this one."
I moved to the ground with her in a slow movement. She trembled but didn't move away from me. I pulled her body to mine and stroked her hair and back.
"Would you prefer your Edward kill you?" I could feel the venom seeping into my mouth.
"I still… for- forgive you, Edward." she whispered in a sob. "I still l- love you."
"Then you are foolish…" I moved my mouth to her neck. "And so am I."
With that, I bit into her soft flesh. The blood pooled into my mouth and I didn't want to stop. It tasted better than wine from the gods, or blood from the highest divine force. The only divine force that applied to me, was the broken goddess in my arms. Her heart wasn't pacing as it had before. Her breathing was labored.
I pulled from her body and watched her lidded eyes slowly close. Her face was pale and ghostly. My hand went to her neck and smeared the blood to her mouth. My fingers traced her full lips in her blood, and I kissed her goodnight.
A/N: Same rule applies here as does any of my risqué pieces. If you don't like, don't read, and definitely don't review. I'm on a zero tolerance policy, and I haven't gotten any bad reviews as of yet, but once someone leaves a bad review trahing, me, not the story or leaving critique, they get blocked.
Hope you like, I know it's not the normal fluffy lemons, but it's different. I haven't posted it for a long time because I was afraid of the take on it. Be gentle with it.
