When Phil's eyes finally fluttered open, he sat straight up. He was sweating profusely & was in terrible pain. He was relieved to see that he was no longer bound to his bed. He looked around slowly for any signs of the Deadman; breathing a sigh of relief when he didn't spot the older man.

Ever so carefully he got up & slowly strode over to the bathroom. He stood under the water as his embarrassment & shame trickled down his skin. He whimpered softly when he applied the soapy puff to his anal area to cleanse. 'Great,' he thought. 'At least now that Taker got what he wanted, I hope this means this is over.' He felt a little better in that thinking, that is, until his fingers traced the symbol that John had placed on him. All of a sudden he felt nauseated. Not even bothering to turn off the water, he leaned over the toilet & hurled his guts out.

Once he felt he was done, & good enough to get up; he turned the shower off & grabbed the large bottle of Crest mouthwash that sat on the counter. He drank in a large amount, swishing it around until the taste of vomit was clean from his mouth. He grabbed a towel & dried himself off as quick as he could, as his skin started to crawl from the cold. He slid on a pair of boxers & a tshirt & slowly headed down the stairs. It took him longer than usual to get down the small flight, & he let out a pained sigh once he touched the floor. He slowly limped towards the kitchen & his eyes widened at the sight before him.

"Well, it's about time you woke up, pet. Had you taken any longer I was going to come up there & wake you myself-- I've very impatient," Taker smirked, loving the scared expression on Phil's face.

"N-No, y-you-you can't still be here! This is a nightmare!" Phil shouted, pulling at his raven locks. "This can't be fucking happening! It can't be!"

"Oh, but it is, my pet," Taker stated slowly walking up to Phil, who backed away. "You see, pet, you are mine-- mine forever. I'm not going anywhere, I will always be here. & you, ... you will soon learn that you cannot, & will not, breathe without me. You will not eat or sleep without me," Taker leaned down, getting right in Phil's face. "You will not fucking survive without me. & soon, you will learn to accept it, cherish it, & love it. I am your everything now, ... do you understand?" He asked lifting Phil's face to meet his gaze.

Phil shivered at these words & tried to squirm away. Taker realized, grabbing his pet, spinning him around; then pressing his chest against the wall. Phil continued to struggle as he felt Taker ripping his boxers from his body. 'Oh God! Not again! He can't do this to me again. Fuck! I can't take this again. He can't!'

"Oh but I can," Taker grinned, reading Phil's thoughts. Biting the flesh where his mark was located on Phil's neck as he entered his pet roughly. He reveled in the scream of pain he got in return. Feeling his prey's blood coating his cock, he pushed in & out of Phil with longer, & harder strokes. Phil struggled to keep his balance, as he was beginning to lose the feeling in his legs.

"T-Ta-Taker...please! Please stop! Stop hurting me! I'll be good. I promise I'll be good..." Phil pleaded, his face covered with tears & mucus.

That was all Taker needed to hear before she shot is burning hot load into Phil, before yanking his dick from the smaller man. As Phil began to sank down to the floor, Taker grabbed him by the hair, dragging him over to the couch. Phil curled into a fetal position on the floor as Taker sat looking down at him. He smirked as he again, grabbed the raven locks pulling Phil up so that he was on his knees in front of him. Pushing away the strands covering his face, Taker grabbed a tissue from the coffee table & wiped Phil's face clean. Tossing the waste, he grabbed the back of Phil's neck forcing his his head back to look at him.

"My pet, my pet, my pet... you look so beautiful right now. Your face is just marvelous, my love, & those pretty pouty little lips... I want them around my dick."

"But I--"

"NOW!"

"But I-I don't know how," Phil sobbed not wanting to perform the task.

"Then you'll just have to learn now, won't you?" Taker questioned, his eyes darkening.

"Please, Taker... Mark... don't make me," Phil pleaded.

"Now Phillip, you just told me that you were going to be good. & frankly, I don't think you're being very good right now. In fact, I would classify this as being disobedient. & being disobedient means that you will get punished. You don't want to be punished, pet-- or do you?"

Phil shook his head.

"Then I suggest that you do what I told you to do before I have to do something that you will regret later."

Phil stared at the hard organ in front of him. It was still covered with his blood & Taker's cum. He bit his bottom lip as he contemplated what move to make next. He didn't have much time to think as Taker grabbed his hair, causing him to cry out in agony. With that, Taker shoved his massive erection down Phil's throat; shivering a bit at the way Phil's gagging felt around his member.

"Suck it, slut. Do it now."

Phil had no choice. Once Taker loosened his grip on him, he began to do what he thought was how it was supposed to be done. He swallowed around the huge schlong in his mouth, the metallic taste of the blood mixed with the taste of Taker was too much as he pulled his mouth away coughing. Taker smirked knowing his pet couldn't handle his task; but there was no way that he was going to allow him to give up now. Once again, he grabbed Phil's hair, pulling his head down into his lap. When Phil didn't immediately take his cock back into his mouth, he shoved it back in-- prompting more gurgling noises from the younger man.

"All you have to do is make me cum, Phillip. That's all you have to do. & the longer it takes you to do that, the longer this will continue."

'Oh God,' Phil thought. 'I'm so fucked.'