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There was pain. Her flesh was burning!
The scream was torn from her throat before she could stop it. She arched up from the back of the couch and tried to open her eyes. Only the left one remained shut, that eyelid had been seared shut.
Hot tears poured from her right eye, some oozed out from the left, causing the pain to intensify.
\"Shhh, shhh,\" came a voice almost tender. A roughened hand smoothed back her black hair and caressed the left side of her face.
Mary tried to calm down, she really did. If Seth thought she was in anyway resenting him for what he was doing, he would only hurt her more. Something terribly cold pressed against her left eye. To her horror, she could feel the flesh of her eyelid stick to the frozen spoon. Part of her lid tore when he pulled the spoon away.
The pain in her eye was almost so great that she didn\'t notice he had sharpened his nails and dug them into her left palm.
\"Come here, Buster, come here mutt.\" Seth crooned for the dog to come over, and it obeyed. Just as Mary obeyed when Seth whispered, \"I\'m almost finished.\"
Buster came forward to lick at the blood. Sensing the possibility of food, it bit into her hand.
This time she didn\'t scream, but her mouth quickly filled with blood as she bit her tongue in the effot to hold back.
\"That\'s enough Buster.\" When the dog continued to gnaw on Mary\'s hand, Seth took the silver spoon and stabbed at it, injuring the pug\'s side. The dog yelped and ran away to hide somewhere in the house. \"Sorry about that, Christine. I won\'t let him enjoy you too much next time.\"
Mary couldn\'t speak, not only because it was impossible to use her tongue, but because she was too busy trying to catch her breath in the midst of so much pain.
\"I know just the thing to make up for it,\" Seth offered. He spread her legs open and kneeled down to press the silver spoon against her clitoris. The metal had coold considerably, so her flesh wasn\'t burnt. The warmth caused her fluids to quicken. She was at a loss as to how her body could be aroused with so much damage having been done to it.
\"You like that.\"
She squirmed to rub herself against the spoon. She didn\'t want to, but if it made Seth happy--and kept him from hurting her further--she would masturbate with a spoon.
\"I think that\'s enough,\" he said when the spoon had grown cool and slick. He shifted the napkin he was using to hold it and carried it back to the kitchen to wash. Dimly, Mary wondered if she would ever be able to use her left eye again. Buster came out with a slight limp, preparing to go at her hand again. Mary didn\'t move, she just prayed Seth wouldn\'t let the mutt eat her any further.
He came out of the hen hen to find that damn dog licking at her hand again. \"Buster!\" he boomed. The dog flinched. Seth moved swiftly and kicked it hard, sending the dog flying and bouncing off a wall. Mary was too fargone in her misery to care if the dog still lived. It had been eating her anyway.

Mary was going to pass out. Seth could see this, and thought she just needed a rest from the overwhelming process. She deserved one for being such a wonderful project. And while slepslept...
Seth wandered into the bedroom to get some morphine. Mary gave no indication of feeling when he injected her. Just enough to ensure a peaceful slumber.
When he saw a single bead of blood form at the juncture of her arm, he couldn\'t resist. Taking the needle, he drew circles into her flesh.
His crowning touch, he thought. He didn\'t stop at her arm either. He drew on her belly, even her breast and leg. She didn\'t move an inch or stir. A good sign. Seth was careful to draw around the scars--the ones from last month before she\'d left. Ungrateful bitch. Running away from him before he could finish. She left becuase you didn\'t worship her enough, a dark voice inside him chided.
He worshipped her now.
He pressed deep into the softness of her belly and thighs, cutting ringso heo her toes. All on the left side. Her right had to remain blank, imperfect. A sacrifice to bring out the beauty of her mutilation.
Seth stepped back to survey his handywork. It was hard to truly see what her magnificense would look like once the patterns healed. Blood was pouring all over her, drenching his couch. He couldn\'t have that.
Picking her up carelessly, he placed her on the floor next to Buster. The pug bled from the head where its skull had caved in. Its legs still twitched a bit. Seth left it there to keep Mary company.
He turned over the cushion she\'d been sitting on and went to go fetch a wet cloth, taking his time. There was no hurry. He needed to plan what he would do with her back. Already she had a few scars on her right side, most of them bite marks from him. But it wasn\'t enough. She needed to be burnt more. Maybe he would scalp her. He hadn\'t done anything to her hair yet.
Sfiedfied with his decision, he perched on the edge of the sink and unzipped his pants, jerking off to the stain of her blood on his sleeves.
Blood had always excited him, ever since Christine had spilled so much.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Seth knew the woman lying on his floor was called Mary. But she would become his Christine, he would make sure of it. The new Christine...and she will be stronger than my sister was.
His cum shot forth at the remembrance of the original. The lovely dark-haired vixen that had tempted him so in his teenage years.
He wiped up the residue of his passion with the damp cloth and cursed. He\'d intended to use the cloth to soak up Mary\'s blood so he could study the cuts. Disgusted with himself, he carefully folded the cloth in half and placed it in the trash. Retrieving another one from his stock under the sink, he proceeded to wet it again.
He came out of the bathroom tlintling in concentration. Thinking if instead of scalping, he should just douse half her head and light it on fire. Or maybe dig patches of hair out with a spoon.
When he reached the living room, two things stopped him dead in his tracks:
Buster was laid outhis his couch, bleeding all over his cushions, now still with death.
And the Gos has had fled yet again.