He is happy. He accomplished what he set out to do.
This insidious man wipes the little spot above Belmin’s heart, and he smiles.
“My best work yet.” Fucking hell. I finally find my voice.
“Is saving me a desperate attempt to try to save your soul?” I swallow my saliva as he looks at me and drops the cleaver onto the ground.
“No.” He discards the rag, walks up to his cabinet, and grabs another one.
“What are you doing?” Panic settles into my bones as he takes the knife from the table. He slices his own hand so blood forms, and he wraps the rag around it.
“I will bleed for you, Lana. I want to show you how desperate I am to have you in my life.” He walks to a spot behind me. I can’t see what he is doing, but I feel the chains coming down a bit. I feel a lot less constrained, but those chains are still holding me captive.
I hear M’s footsteps behind me, and every second delayed from what he is about to do feels like a punishment on its own.
“If you try to move, little hummingbird, the consequences will be dire.” I don’t fucking dare move because I don’t want to end up like my dead boss.
“You want to know what true desperation tastes like? I’ll show you.” Suddenly, I see the bloodied rag appear in front of my face.
“What? Please, don’t do this, M.” My words are strained, and I don’t fully believe them myself.
“Open those pretty lips up.” I do, and the bloodied rag goes around my mouth, and I bite down on it. M’s blood tastes metallic and sweet.
Blood is life, and he is giving me complete control of his.
I feel my pussy getting fucking wet at the thought of him submitting to me. To my heart.
This symbolizes release for me, his fucking blood.
He grabs my head and pushes me down onto the table, so my face is flat with the surface. He moves my dress up and panties down. He pushes my legs wide open with his right leg and bends over me. With my arms sprawled across the table. I thought it would be uncomfortable, but I have never been more at ease.
Fear is replaced with adrenaline. Anxiety is replaced by determination. Dread transformed into lust.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
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M“And this way you will become completely mine.”
I mean every word. My hand is still bleeding, and the red liquid is running down to my elbow. I dip my left ring finger in my bleeding right hand so it’s coated. Lana’s back is staring at me, and I begin writing.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she asks with a certain calm. I don’t answer until I’m done. The dismembered piece of shit hanging right there isn’t my masterpiece, this is.
MINE.
“I wrotemineacross your back, little hummingbird,” I state to her as I lick my fingers clean, and then they find her pussy. “This is me marking you. I can’t wait for you to mark me.”
“How am I— Holy fuck!” She retrieves her words as I insert two fingers in her dripping cunt. I curl my fingers, and the wet, sloppy sounds are making me feral. Nothing in this world canmake me drown out the thirst for this woman. It will never be quenched.
“Did you say something?” I ask as I laugh. She pushes her hands down onto the table, which makes the chains rattle.
“These chains will make you listen to my commands, little hummingbird.”
“What if I don’t want to be claimed?” My eyebrows shoot up before I could stop them. Okay,thatwas unexpected. I can’t help the grin tugging at my mouth—yeah, she got me there.
“Don’t worry, the concept ofchoicewill be fucked out of you.” My little hummingbird doesn’t know it, but she fucked the concept of choice out ofme. I would do anything for her, no questions asked.
“I will get back at you for that!”
