Your gaze sweeps over my shell of a body one more time, studying me closely even though you've seen it all before before you finally take me. You give a demonic smirk as you take me inside you and I moan, the coldest part of you around me, and the most callous. I doubt you can even feel me...
But it's obvious I can feel you as you thrust on top of me.. I didn't cry, I screamed, I sobbed, thick heavy tears I practically choked on them when I cried and screamed harder and you fucked me harder. My face was heated I released more sobs into the warm air contrasting your lips when you kissed me there. It doesn't hurt anymore than I can physically handle, but it tortures everything I 'm supposed to be... strong, confident, in control... I cried for forgiveness for what I done to you and the world, for liberation and safety, for everything I'd lost and the insanity I gained. I wept for everything.
Your smirk deepens as I cry for you and only you. I hate you, everything about you disgusts me, I hate you so much, but I love you for everything and this only contributes to my agony, your disgustingly beautiful smirk...
Your brazenly loving watching me as you fuck me through the mattress, riding the edge between dirty pleasure and unmistakable agony. Your a true psychopath you get pleasure from the way I react to it. Your practically seething from pleasure from my screams and begging echo off the stone walls, digging your nails into my ribs as your own form of release.
I loved it. I fucking loved it all. I played the part, a whore, a fucking little whore who moaned, writhed under your touch and cried out like an overly sensitive woman, it came naturally and I was fucking good at it. I arched my back, pushing myself deeper inside, my body betraying me when my mind was screaming no. But there was hardly anything left of my mind to fight it, it was once an impenetrable maze, guarded and secure. It was burning and I was lost in the fire, and I didn't have just you to blame either. You may have dowsed the whole place with gasoline but I lit the match, and we were both watching as it all burned to the ground. Maybe I clung to you because I thought you could save me, but why should you care about stopping the fire you helped to start in the first place?
I sobbed harder as you gritted your teeth above me, still seething. Kissing every bit of flesh you could find. I had nothing but you now. I knew I could never win, you weren't like Pegasus, Kaiba. Dartz or Bakura.. You were stronger than they were, better then they were, and worst of all- we climaxed together- you were justified. At that moment everything went black, there was no light anymore. You were all that was. Your the only one who still loves me, who still wants me, I need you... I love you.
You smile and move to rest beside me. My voice hurts from screaming as I lay there, a still sobbing, boneless, pathetic heap of goo on the bed. I was so hot, it felt like my skin was melting off, my head throbbed and I groaned in agony once the after shock of pleasure faded. My skin was coated in blood and sweat and orgasmic fluids which only added to the unbearable heat. If my skin didn't melt off soon I was going to peel it off myself. Suddenly you pull me into your arms and I give a shaky gasp as you mold my burning carcass against your ice cold flesh. I lean my head into your neck, still crying, but I accept you for everything you are, a monster, a sadist, a psychopath, my rapist, my pharaoh... my lover, my comforter, my protector... the only one in the world who is still able of loving me after seeing what I truly am..