Tortured Soul

After ten good minuts of walking with the sleeping beauty in my arms I reached the basement I was looking for. I slowly walked down the stairs, savouring every moment I had with her. She rested her head against my chest, her mouth twisted in an afraid line. I looked at her with a malicious feeling of admirering. I wanted to show her that I admired her in every way, that I loved her face, her curves, her everything. That I wanted her to be a part of me, join me in my eternal struggle. I stood on the floor of the basement, carrying her to the wall. I tied her wrists and ankles up with chains and admired my work. She hung like a corpse, lifeless and limp. I quietly sat down in a wooden chair and watched her, waiting for her to wake up.
I have no idea for how long I sat there, but when she vaguely opened her eyes I felt happyness. Finally, this was my time. She looked around in panic and started to scream as soon as she laid eyes on me. I remembered telling her it was no use, that no one could hear her. At this news tears started to stream down her pretty face. I rose up from the chair and walked over to her. Her face twisted with fear. I kissed away her tears, feeling the salt liquid on my lips when I felt her trembeling. I cupped her chin and looked her in the eyes.
”What do you want from me?” She whispered, while I kept on smiling.
”Everything..” I said, which made her more frightend. How I loved the look on her face.
”What are you gonna do?” She whispered again when I backend away from her, walking towards a dark chest.
”Make you suffer for the way I suffered.” I just smiled while I heard her gulping down a great deal of air. She was so afraid, I could smell it. Such innocence... that thought aroused me even more. I opened the chest and reached inside, grabbing a knife. When I turned around she was sobbing and crying. How helpless she must have felt, when I approached her, tore away her clothes, untill she was standing in front of me in nothing but her white cotton panties. Sobbing and screaming and begging me to stop harrasing her. I never forgot her face, how she looked when I showed her the knife, and told her in detail what I wanted to do with it. She was terrified, she went balistic, and I loved it. I walked untill I stood before her, watching her writhe. She swallowed in fear, when I raised the knife and slowly pressed it to her troath, carefull not to break any skin. She let out a few wimpers and sobs.
”Look at me..” I demanded her easily. But when she didn’t anwsered, I got mad.
”You fucking look at me, or I’ll suck out every single, drop of blood from your precious body.” I said with a calm sense in my tone, which frightened her but did get her to open her eyes. Her beautiful auburn orbs stared at me with intense fear, tears streaming from them. For a moment I found myself thinking of compasion, but as soon as I remembered what I wanted to do to her, it passed. I smiled at her, while I pulled the knife, breaking her skin, splitting it in two and a thin line of blood drippping out. She sobbed even more when she felt the liquid flowing down her neck. I smiled, she looked so beautiful when she was afraid.
”What’s your name?” I asked with a hint of curiousity in my voice. She wasn’t going to awnser me by the looks of it, but when I raised my knife again she quickly stammered:
”v...Victorya...” Her cheeks went red with embarement when I traced my fingers along her jawline, to her neck, aah her precious little neck.., to her breasts. I gently cupped them, seeing the look of discomfort on her face as she tried to pretend like I wasn’t there. I raised the knife again and let the metal touch her hardened nipple. I decided to break the silence.
“I am enjoying this, does that make me sadistic?” I smiled maliciously at her while she was scared out of her wits. Victorya tried to nod, but didn’t come far because the wound on her neck wound probably sting. She wimpered and closed her eyes. The darkness around us seemed to increase, the sun was going down and the heat in the room was unbearable. A hot summernight. This was just to perfect. Slowly I started to unbutton my own silk shirt. I didn’t want to rush things, I had all night with my beauty forever. I let the garment slip of my shoulders and turned towards her. I saw her gasp at my scars and pale body. I was a white as a corpse, I WAS a corpse to be exact. The fear in her eyes aroused me and the bulge in my pants only seemed to grow. I longed to touch her. So that’s what I did. I walked towards her again. I kissed her firmly on the lips, holding the back of her head so that she wouldn’t move. When I pulled back, I decided I liked her struggeling. I raised the knife again, slowly pulling it over her sensitive tanned skin, leaving a line of blood, deeper then then the one before. She started sobbing again, and the sounds was music to my ears.
It continued like this for almost an hour. I would cut in her beautiful body, kissing her, soothing her and telling her I loved her. Then she would cry and sob and scream that I should have left her alone, which I laughed at. Then I would cut some more. After I was tired of cutting I stepped back a few feet to admire my work. Her body was covered with read streaks, leaking their blood down her valleys. I came closer again and started to lick her blood away. She wimpered, but when I licked at her nipple, removing the iron tasting liquid, I swore I could hear a moan she tried to hold back. That satisfied me a little. I knew very well how the humanbody could respond to touches in certain places, no matter what situation you were in. I smirked at the thought how a mortal body could betray you. Funny things, Mortals.
When I looked up, I noticed her cheeks had became slightly red. How lovely! I let my hand drift over her flat stomach, carressing it here and there. I went lower and lower untill I had reached her cotton panties.