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AN: I just want to put a general warning out there, that this story is pretty dark and gruesome at points. It truly just gets worse chapter by chapter. However, I do know I have some reviewers out there that love these kinds of stories as much as I do—this is for you! XD

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Some days pass in darkness.

I’d given up counting the days. Remembering what day of the week it was.

Some days just didn’t exist for me.

What did it matter anyway? Missing a few hours of my life was the least of my worries. Reality was painful. I should be thankful that I’d gotten away from it for awhile.

Four months since it had happened were my hell. I lived with a monster—one incapable of compassion or love. One who seemed to hate me so much that he lived only to see me bleeding and in pain.

His words still stung. I wanted to be numb to them. I didn’t want to care anymore or feel anything. I hated my body for reacting. I wanted my body to feel deadened so he couldn’t enjoy its animation when he brought it pain.

“Look at your filthy dick! You fucking piece of trash, is that what gets you off?”

He had pulled me from the shower that time, threw me on the floor. I’d hit the tile so hard I blacked out for a few moments. It was cold, my body shivered uncontrollably. But he just looked down at me laughing.

“You’re bleeding.” He sneered. He stepped down hard on my wrist to keep me from moving. The pain shot through me like an explosion. I screamed out in agony—I had heard the crunch. Twisting my body desperately to pull my arm out from under him, to relieve the agonizing pain that was shooting from my arm and out to the rest of my body.

And he had just laughed; it was all just a game to him. Something to pass the time. Is this what he’d been waiting all those years for? Just for someone he could control? Treat like an animal and laugh about it? Maybe I was just an animal. Why else would God have fated me to this destiny?

He’d left me for the devil.

“If I move my foot, and you move, I’ll cut your dick off—hear me?”

“Okay! Okay I swear!”

He rubbed his crotch lewdly, stepping off my arm. I felt like I could breathe again—all I wanted to do was clutch my arm and curl up but if I did he would hurt me even worse. I’d made that mistake before.

“How does it feel?”

“It-it hurts…” I moaned quietly, trying not to cry anymore. He wanted me to cry and scream out—he got off on it.

He sneered angrily, grabbing my legs and pushing them apart roughly. I clawed at the tile trying to scoot away but it was hopeless. It was always hopeless.

“What’s the matter, lose your voice?” He gritted, fumbling with his pants to release himself. “You sure hadn’t last time. You couldn’t get enough of my cock, could you?”

I shook my head, my eyes were stinging but I had to hold in my tears. I was scared of how far he would go this time. It never seemed to be enough for him.

My whole body jolted as he rubbed my groin, biting my lip I tried moving away before fingernails sank into my thigh to keep me in place.

It felt so good, it always did when he would start out like this. Teasing me into needing it. I hated him. It wasn’t enough for him to rape and hurt me. He had to make me want it too.

I didn’t want to feel the blood pumping down to harden me. The needy throbbing it created, the urge to reach out and grab the hand and make it stroke faster. To want more. More.

I hated him. I hated him. He had turned me into this…this thing. He was the demon that haunted me. The punishment God had invoked.

I was panting on the floor, torn between my body and my mind. His fingers traced the veins, they kneaded up my shaft, his thumbnail lightly scraped the tip— making me scream. All the time with those eyes—those hateful eyes bearing down on me.

This was where the pleasure would end.

Where enjoyment would turn into unrevoked pain.

“Looks like that tiny dick of yours is enjoying this a little too much.” He sneered, flicking hard at the tip, repeatedly. It hurt. It hurt. It all would hurt. He snickered and grabbed the bottle of shampoo that sat on the edge.

He tossed it between his hands, “I’m not sure I want my cock in that dirty hole of yours, I think I’ll need to clean it out first.”

“Please! Please no!” I knew not to beg. I knew it would make him want to do it more but I was scared. I was always scared of the pain.

As if to punish the outburst the bottle was shoved into me. Its liquid squirted out and soaked my insides. It burned so terribly I couldn’t catch my breath. I thrashed beneath his grip trying in vain to get it out. Screaming to get it out. The muscles ripping and starting to bleed from the wide bottle were soaked with the thick shampoo—feeling like fire. All I could hear was his laughter…that laughter—that sick, twisted laugh as he thrusted the bottle in and out.

When he was through with the bottle, he tossed it aside. Clanking across the tiled floor until it rested against the tub, slowing oozing out its remaining contents of shampoo and my blood. He examined his ‘work’ as he called it, his fingernails digging into the torn and damaged tissue, relishing on the cries it created from me. Digging them deeper…deeper into my skin. Like he was scraping at the very bone.

Please let it end. Let it end now. I can’t take it anymore. I’m already dead inside why can’t I be on the outside too? There’s nothing left to take. He’s taken it all. It’s just an empty shell.

I was torn from my reverie as I felt a hot tongue glide up my shaft, flicking at the tip. This was unexpected. As simpering eyes meant mine.

“You’re so easy to manipulate, Ryou. Damn you taste so good.” He licked again, the blood. It was the blood he was licking up from me. And he would want more. Marks of his achievement in dismantling me. The deep red like a cry of victory to him.

“Give me more.” He groaned, licking across my thighs, at my entrance—sucking there. The drips on the floor. My blood like some kind of intoxicating drink for this demon.

He hastily reached in the cabinet, his hand fishing around for something sharp. The scissors held tight in his hands as he lapped up the last drops.

“Just a bit more.” He whispered, the ends of the scissors digging into my thigh until the skin popped, the blood erupting from underneath.

It trailed down onto my groin, his tongue following its trail. He ignored my screams, he held my body in place like it took nothing while I fought with everything I had left to stop that horrible pain.

He wouldn’t last much longer. He couldn’t control himself forever. Seeing me like this with the blood smeared across me would be too much for him soon. And I welcomed that end.

When the blood flow had begun to stop, I felt that hardness against me—heard the hoarse panting that meant he needed release. Felt the fingers around the top of my shaft, squeezing as hard as they could to stop the blood flow—to stop me from cumming. Like a grater against raw skin as he shoved himself deep inside me, past the bruised and bloody flesh. Whimpering out in the ecstasy I brought him and the agony he returned. The only pause from that pain, the jolts of accidental pleasure when he’d hit those nerves deep in me. My own cock would be an angry deep purple, humiliating me when he would be finished.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh made me sick. The grunts, the moans of pleasure and excitement. When he’d throw his head back, closing his eyes as he pushed himself in deeper. The way his fingers would slowly sink deeper into my hips as he got closer-- until right before he’d cum they’d break the skin. How could a body so torn and broken feel so good to another?

He felt so hot inside of me, digging into me so deep I had to suck breath into my lungs just to feel I was still alive. Everything would always feel so fast, his motions growing sloppier, quicker as he grew more desperate. He could no longer stop the flickering of his eyes or the small, vulnerable noises he’d make. It was in those few moments he seemed almost human.

And the salty stickiness as it oozed into me, that small grunt he’d give off as he lazily rode out the pleasure that raced through his body--leaving him weak-kneed and satisfied.

I always prayed he’d forget me—stay forever in that moment of bliss before his eyes could turn back to me. But they always would, his fingers would slowly uncurl from around my shaft. Admiring their handiwork. He’d begin to run his fingers up and down the shaft just to watch my reaction.

“Such a slut.” He chuckled in amusement.

My hips would buck up shamefully into those hands. Craving the release it had been denied for so long now. He would watch as he did it rough and quick. His hand jerking hard and fast so my body shook for him, my voice whimpered, my eyes shut for that monster. That sound of flesh hitting flesh.

“You gonna cum, huh?” My body arched up higher, nails scraping the tile.

“Come on slut, ooh you must be close!” My eyes squeezed shut, hips bucking wildly.

“Here it comes!” The admonishing cry before my whole body stiffened and I came in long, hot spurts across his fist and fingers. He’d flick it off his fingers in disgust, leaving me there after that as the last tremors raced through me. He’d leave me there until next time. Maybe after I’d healed. Maybe not.

After all, he was the devil. And the devil never did care.

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