Pain:

A less-then-pleasant reminded that we are not immortal, but mere specks on the whole abyss of reality.

A lighting-sharp pain erupted from my cheek and I chuckled a low, dark laugh. I hadn't even seen my angel raise his hand. Before he could pull it away, I grabbed that delicate, soft thing and held it to my burning cheek.

Oh Timmothy, I said, smirking, mock running thick in my voice, that wasn't very nice, now, was it?

A low snarl pierced his luscious, red lips. Fuck off.

I sighed. I should punish you for cussing. And slapping me. I moved his hand to my mouth, and slowly in-took on of his finger, almost lovingly, but then I bit down hard. Really hard. The skin broke, and blood was ever so slowly running down his finger, dripping to the black floor. He gasped, and squirmed, tying to pull his finger out. He started to lightly cry-a beautiful picture, really-and I released him. He held his finger to his oh-so soft chest, whimpering lightly all-the-while. So cute.

Oh, don't look so miserable, Timmothy. I brought you here to make you feel good. I reached out and caresed his cheek with the back of my hand. He whimpered, and jerked his head away. I sighed, and smiled ever so slightly. I grabbed his chin again, smiling at his delicious whimpers, and kissed him roughly. My other hand had the honor of wiping away his tears as I nibbled at his bottom lip tenderly.

I pulled away then. I didn't want to do anything just yet. I wanted to savor his juicy virginity-that is, if Cosmo hadn't stripped him of that as well. Hopefully not.

Timmothy... I said slowly, softly. Accept your fate. You are mine now. You are my Queen. I rubbed his cheek softly. Give iin to me. You know your heart desires such. Do as it says, join me.

Fuck. You. He snarled again. I chuckled.

I did not say you had a choice, did I?