“Today, I will drink your blood, kitten. Today you will give them to me,” he whispered in a tone that sent goosebumps flitting down my body, anticipating the pain before he moved away. “Today, kitten! Those fucking tears are mine.”
I heard the crack of the whip. For each snap, my body jerked. They would touch me soon. Those tiny teeth biting into my skin. And I would surely die. If not on the outside, then what little of the inside remained would.
I need you, Mama. I need you today. I need you now. My tears, Mama. They might fall. I need you.
I chanted repeatedly asking for her to bring me strength, allowing her memories to pull me into my sacred space. My landscapes.
And then it began.
Agony. Pain. Fire. It consumed me, burning the flesh on my arms, thighs, and lower back. Stealing my air and threatening to pull me from my imagination.
Crack. Snap. The only sounds I heard drowning out my breathing.
I didn’t give in.
“What did he want, kitten?”
I shivered.Who? The men Zarina tried to sell me to?
Crack.
My tongue bled my pain.
“Speak.”
I shuddered.Who? The man who almost helped me?
Crack!
My palms suffered the wrath of my nails.
“I will stand here all night, kitten, and bleed you to death if I must,” he roared. “That man wouldn’t just ask about you for nothing.” Snap. “What did you give him?” Crack. “Did he touch my pussy?” Snap. “You fucking whore.” Crack. “I gave you a chance to see the outside, and this is how you repay me.” Snap.
I jerked and arched.Who came looking for me?
My tendons cried with each squeeze of my muscles.
Crack. Crack. Crack. Fire settled in my lower back and thighs.
Mama!
“Fuck,” I felt Master move onto the bed and kneel between my spread legs. “One day, I will make you cry for me, kitten. Just like the day you cried for your mama. You remember that day, kitten. You have to. It was the day you became a big girl...my big girl.” He dragged his hands up my legs, squeezing the flesh as he went.
Give in.My body screamed.
“I’m going to ask you one more time, kitten. What did that man want with you?” he warned his tone hard.
Cry.
He leaned over me. “So pretty, kitten.” He rolled his palms over my back. I felt the blood slide over my skin. Wet and thick. “I can come just from smelling your pretty blood. You’re mine,” he grunted. “Mine,” he repeated over and over.
Give in. Cry.
Then his hands dug into my skin. I didn’t know how long it lasted. All I felt, though, was my burning body soaked by rivulets of what I knew was my blood rolling down heated skin.
Cry.
“There. All mine,” he finally said. I felt his cock push between my arse cheeks. “Now, I’m going to fuck this sweet arse that belongs to me, and you’re going to take it like the perfect kitten you are.” His nasty laugh filled the air.
