He knew he could get her back after being gone for so long, but that wasn't what had bothered him. That wasn't what had driving him mad in fits of rage. His thoughts, or perhaps the voices, had kept whispering, kept trying to convince him that she no longer belong to him. That she some how had become free of his hold, that someone might of taken control of this beautiful creature. His creation that he worked so hard on for months, manipulating her mind in order to mold her in his maddness. All lost... but he could only grin now remebering the path of death he left behind trying to find her. But now she layed tangled in HIS arms, asleep.

She had been exuberant when he had come to set her free. Her eyes full of adoration and perhaps longing or lust? He still hadn't recognize what that last emotion was in her eyes. But by setting her free, back into his possesion, she only idolized him more, and that made him invincible.

He let his mind drift back to the sensation of this warm soft body that layed on him . His hand mindlessly playing with her silky hair. He missed this scent, this smell of his mixed with hers and it caused him to feel aroused again. His body had responded strongly to her since getting her back, he didn't quite understand it. He physically couldn't stop the urge of take her and make her HIS over and over. Something that usually was satisfied by makeing her do something mental to prove she was completly his and always under his control.

He slightly groan as the soft murmurs in his head became audible. 'She can't be left alone don't let her out of your sight. She has made you NEED her!' That last thougth enraged him. How can she think she had that power over him? He had MADE her and she was nothing but a pretty toy; she was replaceble.

Grabbing a fist full of hair, he pulled her off him. He straddle her and pinned her down with his weight. His icey blues stared at suprised eyes but they didnt showed a hint of fear. His anger boiled in him, his sight hazing over in red. She didn't fear him.
'Make her feel fear' the small voices echoed in his head.

She layed there, staring up at him, digging her nails into his wrist. What had she done to displease him? How could she make this better, make him happy again? She didn't understand; he would stop. She knew. He had seemed so happy to have her back that he hadn't let her leave his room in three weeks. And every second had been heaven to her, haveing his full and undivided attention. Not having to risk her
life just to get praised or noticed. She let go of his wrist, with shakey hands she lightly grazed his thighs. She had to work quickly her vision was getting blurry and slowly turning black. She traced the lovely gap of his hip bone with her nails, the room began to spin but she kept her eye focused to his. She jabbed her nails on his thighs leaving red streaks as she dragged them down slowly. He let go, she had gotten his attention. She gasped, she was free to breath again. Slowly she took a deep breaths, and a giggle escaped her lips. She grinned at the cold yet amused eyes that were focused on her.

Confusing thougths ran thru her mind. What was he trying to break now? Mentally she was chaos, there was nothing there but scrabbled yells and cries. Nothing ever made sense but the thought of pleaseing him. She only felt love for him, there was nothing else in this world that she could feel more or cared about.

She pulled her self up from inbetween his legs, she sat up facing him. She had to do this right or else she would find his bruising hands on her neck again. His stare intensified, a wicked smile on his face; it sent a shiver down her spine. The game had begun.

She leaned in to leave small light kisses around his ears and jaw line, I'm sorry for making you mad. She wrapped her arms around him, nails on his skin, I exist just for you. She pressed her soft body on his heated chest, My soul is yours...

Just as quickly as he had been choking her, he kissed her roughly. He understood she had distracted his burst of anger, but that was fine. He would play this game her way, he knew he still had the upper hand. One more ace in this game of breaking her.

He grasps the back of her neck so that the kiss stays rough and bruising. Abruptly he let go and burst into a manical laugh as the urge to cause pain came back. He whispered a soft word into her ear, causing goosepumps on her skin. He licks his lips and bites hard on the soft curve of her neck. The sweet sound of pain echoed in the room, he let go. Rolling his head back in laughter, he let his body fall onto the bed bringing her on top of him.

Giggles bubbled up in her chest spilling out of her swollen lips; trying to distract the pain. She wanted more of him, she needed more. She straddled and let her self slide over him. She was on top and she knew to enjoy this while it lasted, while he LET her enjoy this moment of pleasure. She set her own depth, her own speed. Closeing her eyes she rolled her head cascading him with a lite curtain of blonde.

He enjoyed watching her trying so hard to please him. Determined to prove her self to him every day because she knew that she couldn't take failing lightly. Wanting to see her flushed face he slowly, carefuly moved her hair to the side. Her breathing became more labored, her moans louder. His beautiful doll was looking for her release, his lips curled up in a smile. He will let her get her way today plus a little more.

Her moans sounded loud in her ears, but she wasn't going to stop, she was to close. And he hadn't stopped her; she picked up her pace. She felt his hand slide up her thighs, they gripped her hips. Pulling her down letting him go deeper; gasping she arched her back. Everything was silent in her head, the euphoria started to grow. She felt him move them, switching the control of power. He position her legs on his shoulders, shoveing him self deeper into her core. That was enought to send her over the edge, delirium set in as he continue to move sending new waves of pleasure.

He watched her sweet face intoxicated with her orgasm, it urged him to get rougher. Holding on to the bed frame with one arm and the other hand on her neck, he rammed him self deeper, quicker. Messy green hair framed his pale face, he gritting his teeth. He held a groan at the back of his throat as he found his own release. His eyes never leaveing her face as he watched her teary eyes open wide at the realization that he hadn't pulled out.

She couldn't help but smile. Not only did she dodge a beating but instead had a pleasurable moment. And he had giving her a gift, only he could give. A desire she had hidden in her heart that was deeper than the love for the man in front of her. To have a baby, HIS baby. A little version of him that would love her unconditionally. The only real taste of love she would ever get from him. Never breaking eye contact she kissed him a gently, as she closed her eyes tears slid down her checks. 'He wasn't trying to break me' she convinced her self, 'he just doesnt know how to show me he loves me'.

With a full grin on his lip, he moved away to sit on the edge of the bed. He looked over his shoulder and began chuckleing to him self. He knew that she only wanted his love but instead he had open up doors to his world of maniacal chaos. But she still held on to the hope of love; love in the form a child. His chuckle became a full burst of laughter. Since falling into the vat of chemical, so long ago, he had found out he was most likely sterile, specially falling into it twice. And he was sure she wasn't to far behind. She might not be completely sterile but he knew her body couldn't hold on to life. He wondered how many miscarriages it would take before her delusion would shatter to thousands of little pretty pieces.
He layed back down, wrapped his arm around his beautiful doll and dreamt of her pain.