(Alright, I've never ACTUALLY written anything this..graphic. You gore hounds asked for it, and I am but a humble servant to my readers. I hope you enjoy it.)
Finally she'd shut the hell up. It was hard enough to do what he had planned with the voices inside his head, he damn sure didn't need hers thrown in the mix too. It was finally time, his afterlife-long fantasy was on the cusp of becoming a reality and he could hardly contain himself. His ungloved hand that was languidly playing with her hair roughly grabbed a handful and pulled her head back harshly. With a wicked, lusty grin he whispered, "Don't pass out, bitch. I want you responsive. I want you to fight, cry, and beg me to stop!"
With that, he let go of her hair and used his blades to spread her clamped thighs apart…eliciting a satisfying yelp of pain from her. As her blood began to flow he began to lose control. Dipping a blade into her blood, he grabbed her face and turned her to face him. "Watch me you whore! You brought this on yourself!" He licked the blood from his blade with a sadistic smile. Situating himself between her thighs, he relished the feeling of her blood soaking his pants. All of this was a tease to himself, really, but it wasn't like she was going anywhere.
She'd begun to whimper, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. "Aww, why are you crying? I haven't even gotten started. Yet." A single razor was put to her neck and pressed ever so slightly, bringing forth a thin red line of blood the expanse of her neck. "Stop it until I give you something to cry about!" That blade made its way down her neck to her tank-top, and to the gap between her breasts. A maniacal laugh escaped him as he flicked his wrist and sliced the flimsy material in half.
There she was…finally…topless in-front of him. Instinctually she tried to raise her arms to cover herself. "No!" he roared, "You will not stop me! Besides, you're enjoying this you little slut, bodies never lie…" he purred as he slid an ungloved hand down her body; from her hair to her swollen red eyes, then down her bloody neck to those perfect breasts. Kneading them between his fingers, he smirked when she couldn't contain her sigh of pleasure. "See?" Lightly he used the blade on his middle finger to trace the same pattern, before pressing down on the skin of her flat stomach. It was obvious she was getting dizzy and lightheaded from the blood loss but he just couldn't contain himself.
Quickly he removed his sweater; though the top half wasn't exactly what needed to be bare, but the damn thing was hot and getting bloodstains on it. Dry-cleaning was such a bitch in the Dream World…but he was digressing. Tossing it in a corner, his ungloved hand went to her sweatpants, untying the bow she'd put there. "Ahh fuck it" he said, more to himself than anyone else, and with that he used his blades to cut the thick material from her body…but not before cutting up her legs and thighs pretty badly. Well, one can never have too much lubrication.
He took one sweeping look over her bloodied, bruised and broken body before he quickly removed her last shred of dignity, the last article of clothing that was still on her body. Tossing her thong somewhere behind him, he allowed his blades to dance at her, surprisingly, moist entrance as his other hand went to his own zipper. Moving both hands to her hips he dug his fingers into the tender skin there and forcefully pulled her closer to him…and with that motion he was fully inside of her. His moan of pleasure, despite himself, and her cry of pain joined in unison as he furiously took what he wanted from her, savagely..without remorse.
The feeling of her blood slipping between his fingers, seeing her breasts bounce with every thrust, and the nuances of pleasure on her face, though she tried to hide it, made it impossible for him to hang on for long. His blades had moved from her hips to her shoulders and everywhere in between; leaving her bloodied, broken, and bruised. She had exceeded his expectations…and for that he would make sure she was a damn good looking corpse when he finished with her.
Finally his body stilled, his blades came out of her shoulder and he pulled his hips back slowly before getting redressed. His hands were shaking and he was pretty damn sure he was glowing. Well, that went well he thought. Leaning up, he grabbed her face and kissed her lips. "Thank you, darling, now don't go anywhere…I'm not quite done with you yet." With that he went into her bathroom to wash the blood from his blades.