Net tie, manote, kad niekada negali jums pakenkti, gali. Net jei jie prisiekia, kad jie tave amžinai. Amžinai nėra paskutinis. Jis išnyks kaip ir praėjusį pavasarį nužudyti žiauriai šalčio žiemos gėlės. Taip yra iš meilės. Ji nėra paskutinis. (1)
Whimpers of pain echoed in the small room, colliding with gasps and plaintive pleas.
Spread eagle, restrained by cords that fixed to the underside of the bed that I was laying on. My mouth and nose crushed into the silken bed sheets. I flinch as I hear the ominous whistle, bracing myself for impact.
When the whip hits, it rips into my already shredded skin. Blood languidly dripping from the lacerations. Fire erupts in my already fevered skin, causing me to arch my back. Throwing my head to the ceiling with the force of my scream.
A cold hand slaps my face causing my head to rip to the side. Pain shoots up my spice at the awkward position.
They kneel before me, smiling in their insanity. Threading their fingers in my sweat and blood matted hair, cooing and laughing at my pitiable expression.
"Was that enjoyable?" Quirking an eyebrow they wait for my reply.
All the words freeze at the tip of my tongue. So many things I want to say, but know that if uttered, my reward would be even more stinging blows. So I keep silent, and wait.
Anger flares in the cold corridors of their eyes. Looking into them I can see the pits of hell.
They rip the locks of my hair still twined in their fingers in an agonizing jerk. I bite my lib, chewing it raw in my bid for silence. Hoping against hope that they are done.
"I asked you a question Toris." They mumble through smirking lips. My eyes water as they continues to thread through my hair. Still I keep silent. The whip raises dripping with blood as they prepare to lash me a again. I close my eyes and try to wish myself away. Three stinging cords rip violently into my back, tearing into my flesh. My throat burns with the effort of trying not to scream. Salty tears spill over the lids of my eyes and my torturer tracks the trails of my shames. Grinning they tilt my head back and lick at my face, tasting my tears.
"Why so sad Toris? Don't you enjoy my company?" They laugh cruelly before straddling my hips and scratching at my back with their nails. I buck my hips trying to get them off, encouraged by my groans of pain they dig in deeper. They claw at the cuts and peel my skin away, screams of agony rip from my throat, burning on their way out. Letting my head fall forward into the pillows, I bite down trying to control my ragged gasps of breath that mingle with the tortured screams still issuing from my throat. They haven't done anything like this before and I'm terrified of what they'll do next. Rough hands drag down my battered spine digging into the cuts even more and causing blood to pool faster at the small of my back. The shreds of cloth that is all that is left of my shirt cling to their fingers and adds stinging friction to the lacerations. They reach the band of my sleeping shorts and wiggle their fingers underneath. My breath hitches as I realize what they're about to do. A fresh wave of tears rushes back to my eyes as my shorts are slowly lowered.
A wisp of hot air tickles my ear as they nuzzle the side of my face, my shorts are dragged down the length of my legs and are discarded. The breaths come faster as they slide their hands over my mutilated back, up my arms and along my sides. I bury my face into the pillows, screaming in my head. Panicking. They suction their mouth to my neck and begin to rove my fever skin. A new sharp pain adds to the sensory overload. Sharp teeth are gnawing at my shoulders and neck. Stretching themselves out along my body, I can feel their stiff heat pressing into me. Rolling their hips they grind into my own, and I grip the pillow in my bid for dominance over my tears.
This couldn't be happening. Why me? Why now? Why this?
Wasn't it enough that I as completely under their control? A toy, a plaything, used until they grew tired of it and tossed it aside until the next day when they needed to release their tensions. Sometimes to the extent I feared I had snapped. Broken fully. But always, everyday they came up with new ways to cut me down, stunt me.
Destroy me...
I was yanked from my rambling by the sensation of a hand palming my thighs apart. My mind flurried as it tried to deny what was happening.
To my horror, when they reached for me and began to stroke me...I reacted. Shame burst through my head, berating me for not controlling myself. Self-loathing reached out it's talons and clawed at my mind. I was being violated, I shouldn't be taking pleasure in it. Their hot breath distracted me for a minute as it burned at my ear.
"You enjoy this, Toris" They sneered. I wanted to scream that I hated it, to shove them off and deny it, but my body still betrayed me as the stroking came faster and more hurried. I clawed at my mental restraints and tried to stop it, but I could feel myself slipping. A tightening coiled in my belly as the heat burned stronger with every pump of their hand. A sharp nip to my shoulder blade had me climaxing and cringing as my mind exploded with hate and shame.
But my ordeal was far from over.
The ties on my limbs slackened and I gasped from the pain as my back was allowed to rest.
My mind whirred as I slowly rolled over, aware that they still straddled me. I lay there staring up into their unreadable face.
Humor sparked behind the cloudy sheen of their mental haze. I knew they weren't done, they wouldn't stop until they felt I had been dominated thoroughly. I narrowed my eyes and glared defiantly up at them.
Anger ignited as they registered my new expression. A large meaty hand collided with my face with a sickening crack. A shrill cry echoes in the room as I whimper in pain. A well of blood springs up in my mouth as I watch the crazy light glow in their eyes.
A/N: Am I a horrible person for cutting it off there? Lol it's a two part story..unless someone demands more...so the next one is under construction...
(1) I apologize if the grammar of my Lithuanian is horrible..it isn't my first language and I'm teaching myself....sooooo yeah...lol
What does it mean you ask? -Translation- Even those you think that can never hurt you, can. Even if they swear that they will love you forever. Forever doesn't last. It will fade like the flowers of last spring killed by the harsh frost of winter. Such is the way of love. It does not last.
Bit horrible eh? lol
Oh! And the title means Tortured Love. So that's going to play a bit of a role in the story too...._; lol PLEASE Read and Review!!! Danke Shön!