I own no one

"Time to wake up sweetheart."

It had been just over an hour since she had fallen unconscious for the first time and I was getting tired of waiting for her to rejoin me.

Her beautiful brown eyes opened slowly and for a moment she dared to forget whose presence she was in. I grinned as her sight fell on me and for half a moment I swore she was about to cry, like she had just remembered I was there.

I took the nearly full can of 5K and without warning poured it on top of her. She bowed her head and let out a muffled protest, shaking her head as my favorite drink drenched her then when it was empty I kicked the chair over, her cries scared and pitiful through the tape.

"How's that for a good morning shower?" I asked with a smile as I let my eyes travel over her. She cried out something through the duct tape and, knowing I had a minute or two before the keys and brand was done heating up, I bent down next to her face. "What was that sweetheart?" I asked with a smile. Couldn't quite understand you..."

She glared up at me, her now soaking chest heaving with hatred and anger. I chuckled as I moved to the back of her chair and hoisted her back to her feet before I ripped of the duct tape.

"HELP ME!" she screamed as loud as she could, her voice cracked from not using it for so long. "SOMEBODY PLEASE! HELP!"

My hands curled into fists as I listened to her. Didn't me and this bitch go over this already? She wanted to be punished, that was the only reason I could think as to why this stupid bitch would continue to disobey me.

Unable to stand listening to her ignore my warnings for another damn second, I grabbed her cheeks and jerked her head around to face me. "Stop the fucking screaming!" I hissed at her, my eyes narrowed in anger.

She had no right to disobey me. None at all. I controlled her now, I owned her. She was mine. And she was going to learn that either the easy way or, my preferred method, the hard way...

"GET OFF ME!" she screamed, her eyes full of rage I never knew women possessed.

I almost wanted to laugh if I wasn't so angry. Olivia really was fucking stupid. I guess that meant she wanted the hard way... Without warning I jammed my gun in between her legs HARD, the thin fabric of her pants and panties the only protection from her and a bullet.

Her eyes widened in fear, her mouth froze open in mid scream. "Scream again," I began slowly, jabbing my gun against her to prove a point. She tried to jerk away from me but she had nowhere to go. "I pull the trigger. I have zero issues doing you bloody. You understand?"

Olivia's lip tremble as she nodded, too in shock to say anything. It would have to do for now.

I took my gun away. Finally she was beginning to understand who exactly was in charge here. "Good." Tears began silently making their way down her face and I chuckled softly as I reached over and slowly licked her cheek where the tear had fallen, groaning softly at the salty taste mixed with the alcohol I had poured over her just minute ago.

Once again she jerked away from my touch but I yanked her face back, switching to the other side. She had to know she wasn't even able to cry without consequence. I owned her, she was mine...

I finally pulled away and I couldn't help but chuckle as I let my eyes wonder over her. She was far angrier then any other of my girls were but she was also the biggest turn on. She still had fight in her and would have it for a very, very long time, meaning I would have plenty of chances to break her.

"It was lonely without you, Olivia," I told her, pushing a piece of hair away from her face, only to have her jerk away from me again. I chuckled softly as I stood up from my spot on the floor and twisted the chair around to face the stove where a pan of keys and her own special wire brand was now red hot. "I was afraid I'd have to start having fun without you."

I went over to her drawers and began yanking them open, searching through them and throwing their contents aside as I looked for what I needed, taking them out whole and throwing them across the room with a loud crash when they didn't contain what I needed. It was the fourth one I opened that held what I wanted. It was right there on top, almost smiling up at me, like it was waiting for me to use it on her...

I smiled back at the jagged long steak knife as I pulled it from it's confines and showed it to Olivia, my pants growing tighter as she eyed the knife with feat, almost leaning back as I got closer , like she wanted to be as far away from it as possible.

"I'm going to give you choice, alright?" I told her as I walked back up to her. " I don't do this with all my girls so you should feel very special. Where do you wanna be cut?" I traced the flat edge of the knife along her breast, "and where do you want to be burned?" I stroked her inner thigh with the tip of the knife, grinning as I made her jump as I nicked her slightly.

She stayed silent, still glaring at me as I held the knife in front of her. "What's wrong, Olivia? Don't feel like talking to me?"

I could see her swallow hard as she gazed up at me. "Go to hell, Lewis..." she told me, her voice wavering not even the tiniest bit..

I pursed me lips and nodded. "Dealers choice it is then." I shoved the knife into her shirt and she gasped as the cold steel hit her right breast. I place the sharp edge of the blade along her breast and slowly dragged it along her beautiful flesh. She bit her lip to muffle her scream as she threw her head back, tears pricking at her eyes as I cut her all the way up to her collar bone.

I smiled as I looked down at her, still biting her lip so hard she drew blood, her chest heaving, tears once again running down her face but she was learning to behave, she was learning that I made the rules here. She gasped in pain as I put the knife back into her shirt and carved her chest again.

I grinned as I moved her bra and put the blade against the center of her breast. She struggled against her binds, tears filling her eyes. "Lewis, don't!" she cried "Just stop!"

I glared at her as I yanked her hair back so she was looking up at me. This not listening shit was getting really old, and fast. "You don't tell me what to do!" I growled before I slashed the taut peak. She bit her lip again her scream barely muffled by her own lips. She shook her head, gasping for air as the blood leaked through her bra and shirt.

"Maybe next time you remember the rules?" I told her as I stroked her face. Olivia twisted her head and glared at the wall, her eyes brimming with tears of pain and frustration and anger. I leaned down next to her, cocking my head to the side slightly. "Hey," I began with soft nudge to her shoulder. "Come on, don't get mad at me, sweetheart. We were just starting to have fun."

Olivia ignored me and I narrowed my eyes at the detective. She had no right to ignore me. Not after everything we've been through so far, with so much more to go... I grabbed her by the face and yanked her towards me. "You wanna give me the silent treatment? Fine..."

I shoved the knife in between her skin and bra so the pressure of the fabric would push the blade against her perfect sweet smelling skin and reached for her belt.

"No screaming," I reminded her as I got out my gun again to remind her of my threat. I quickly undid the belt, grinning as she struggled and tried to jerk out of my grasp.

"Stop!" she pleaded as I grabbed hold of her zipper and brought it down. "Please!"

"Please means nothing, baby," I told her as I grabbed a hold of her pants and yanked them down around her ankles. She let out a sob as I ran my hands up her thigh, licking my lips as I did so. Her skin was so soft, so creamy, so absolutely perfect...

I couldn't help myself. I bent down and kissed her inner thigh inhaling her perfect scent. She let out a cry of disgust but I barely heard her as I began moving my kisses up until I reached her center. I put my hands on the outside of her thighs and then grabbed the the front of her black lace panties with my teeth and slowly pulled them down.

I barely heard her cries but I ignored them as I slowly peeled them down and once again left them around her ankle. I discovered a while ago that if you really wanted an extra level of fear, you wouldn't rip the clothes off until you got to your final act. With some of them, undressing them was just as terrifying as the actual act so I always made sure I could redress them entirely before they no longer needed clothes.

I put my mouth back on her inner thigh but this time I nipped and bit her, drawing out a cry of pain from her that I chuckled at before I looked back up at her. "Silent treatment not so effective now huh?"

Once again she didn't say a word. I got up and walked over to the stove where the pan and the wire hanger brand were now smoking they were so hot.

Already having learned my lesson about taking out the smoke detector batteries on one of my very first girls at only twenty ears old I didn't worry about it and carried the pan slowly over to her, grinning when I saw her eyes go wide and her lip beginning to tremble.

I reached in the smoking hot pan, groaning in pleasure as the hot metal burned my fingers sending a pleasant shudder throughout my body. God, that felt so good...Shaking my head I bent down in front of her, looking over her beautiful legs, thighs, and center that was perfectly smooth and waxed apart from two thin well manicured strips.

I picked up a key from the pan and showed it to her, her lips shivering in fear and her eyes filing with tears. "No screaming," I reminded her once more before I put the first red hot key on one of her folds.

The NYPD must have hired solely on looks because she was as stupid as they came. The SECOND after I told her not to scream and I pressed the key down, her head snapped back and she let out the loudest scream any of my girls had done. I quickly got up and slammed my hand over her mouth, barely muffering the noise.

"I told you not to fucking scream!" I hissed as I fumbled for another key in the pan and slammed it against her core, hard.

She screamed again, her tears now falling as fast as humanly possible and my hands curled into an angry fist. Who the hell did this little cunt think she was? I told her to do something, she does the exact opposite. It's like she WANTED to be punished.

I grabbed another key from the pan, this time slamming it against her up most inner thigh, and her eyes shut tight and another scream left her mouth, her back arching almost off the chair as I held it there. "'I'll do anything'," I whispered in her ear holding the metal tighter against her skin, reminding her of my promise I made when this all started. "Say 'I'll do anything' and the pain stops..."

She shook her head frantically let out several muffled sobs as I took the key away from her. Sighing, I reached for the duct tape and cut off a strip with the steak knife, quickly replacing my hand with the tape so I could do what I needed to do without worrying about her disobeying.

I got up and made my way over to the stove and I grabbed the wire brand and hurried back over to her. I showed the unique design to her, an 'L' with the bottom line forming the back bone of a 'B'. This way she would know we would always be connected.

Olivia took one look at the brand and shook her head, her entire body shaking from the sobs that kept escaping her. I moaned as I traced the design, the metal sizzling as it burnt my skin, the smell of burning flesh as much a turn on for me as porn would be to lesser men.

"This might sting a little," I told her as I pulled my hand away. Aiming up the brand with her perfectly smooth inner thigh and with a small grunt, I slammed the brand down as hard s I could, using all of my force to press the metal wire into her skin.

The smell was enough to drive a man insane with lust the smoke rising from her skin filled the air and I moaned, reaching for my jeans to relieve some of the tightness in them.

Her head snapped back to the point I thought she might have broken her neck, her eyes went starch white as they rolled to the back of her head, her whole body shaking as the pain coursed through her, the duct tape hardly muffling the scream that ripped past her lips, the pain far worse then the keys or the cigarette burns.

I saw it happen before she even noticed. Her body shook so bad that it tipped the chair back and it began to fall. Quickly removing the brand so that the fall wouldn't ruin the design I watched as the chair. and her, crashed to the floor. A 'thunk' echoed in the kitchen as she hit her head on the tile, her eyes closing on impact and she moved no more.

I once again checked for breathing and her heart beat which was a little fast but slowing and her breathing seemed normal. I let out a sigh of relief as I quickly redid her pants and panties, pulling them back up around her waist. Knowing I had a little more time before she would wake up from this, I went back into her bedroom, did another quick line of meth and downed another 5K.

I went back out to kitchen where she was still unconscious. I watched her as she laid there for several moments, licking my lips as I looked over her body. She was so perfect in every way. Her face, her body, the fight she had in her... I had never met a more perfect woman in my entire life.

I got up from the couch and walked over to her, quickly undoing her binds from the chair and pulling her away from it. I dragged her over to the couch and threw her down on it, still completely passed out. Slowly as not to wake her, I climbed on top of her, kissing her neck, lightly tonguing the burn marks I had made.

I couldn't wait any longer. I had to have her now, I needed to be inside her. She had this power over me that I couldn't explain but I needed that power back. Maybe if I could just have small taste some of her power would go away, even if she wasn't awake to experience it...

My breath increased as I kissed her lips hard enough to bruise them, lightly grinding against her core, groping her breast underneath her shirt. I started to pant a I fumbled for her belt and jeans, quickly undoing both of them and yanking the down, almost shaking with anticipation as I undid my own jeans.

I spread her legs as far as they would go and got in between them, grinding against her hard and groping her breast, her sticky blood coating my hands as I did so, biting my lip as my own body refused to cooperate. "Come on..." I growled at myself, begging to get it up so I could slip inside her. "Come on!"

I tried everything I could think of for a good ten minutes, even using my fingers inside her to start me up but nothing worked. I just couldn't get hard for her...

I bowed my head in shame, my breathing and heart rate slowing back down to normal. I looked at her face with a sigh, gently stroking her cheek with the back of my hand. I couldn't do it while she was passed out. She had to be fighting me otherwise it wouldn't work. I wouldn't work...

With an angry sigh I got off of her and readjusted both of our clothes before I picked her back up and all but threw her back onto the ground net to her chair. As I began reapplying her restraints a slow smile crept to my face.

Sure I couldn't get it up now but where would the fun be in that? I wanted to see her eyes wide open as I took her, I wanted to hear her scream out the one person who meant the world to her, the person she would have done anything to see again before I killed her. I wanted to experience it all with her.

And I would. Without a single doubt in my mind...

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