Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep

“Don’t test me little girl.”



“FUCK you!” The command was spoken between tightly clenched teeth and he grinned down at the girl who gazed up at him with so much blazing hatred on her face. The heat of her anger, the force and power behind it lit up her face, made that young lithe body practically vibrate with tension.



She was beautiful still. Even after so many weeks, even after so many bruises, even after so much blood, and tears and fear twisting and contorting every essence, every fiber, she was still stunning.



He liked them strong, he liked them angry and screaming, and her voice still had the power to make him hard.



He let his eyes run over her, gaze jumping fondly over the myriad of cuts and brands that danced along her breasts, stomach and thighs. As he settled his regard over her cunt he licked his lips.



The brand there, the brand in there was his favorite.



The best work yet if he did say so himself.



When he hunkered down next to her she lunged forward snarling and cursing, skin scraping along the rough stone of the floor of his cellar. He caught the smell of her, all sweat and blood and excrement as she dug vicious teeth into the corded muscle ofis neck. He grunted and pressed forward, his hands searching, grabbing, owning until he could slip nimble fingers into the now slick recesses between her legs.



The liquid that stained his fingers wasn’t simply the product of reopened wounds, but also the proof of an excitement that he’d sensed in her since the very first time he took her. As her teeth bit down, sharp canines slicing through skin to release the hot flow of his blood he growled at her and pressed forward so that he held her pressed tight between his chest with the wall at her back.



“Harder, just a bit harder, you know just how I like it don’t you pet?”



He rejoiced in it, in the desperation and madness he saw clouding the once clear gaze.



He rejoiced yes…but there was something.



Yes something different.



Something off.



When he gripped a chunk of her hair in one hand and tried to pull her off of him, she growled low in her throat and threw her entire body forward as her jaw worked her teeth deeper d deeper into his flesh. Teeth pushing, breaking, and scarring, the muscles along her back and jaw working and spasming in short erratic bursts as she gnawed at him.



The force of the attack and the unexpectedness of it was such that he lost his balance and fell backwards with her on top of him. He was surprised by the strength in her, amused even, and yes, more than a little turned on.



At least he was until his vision began to fade in and out and his neck began to grow numb and cold.



He kneed the bitch but that didn’t shake her, didn’t even budge her, so though he didn’t want to knock out yet another tooth, he backhanded her and tried not to wince when she flew back with a chunk of his neck still in her mouth.



His blood on her chin, the bruising that already marred the side of her face and swelled one eye, made him smile a bit in satisfaction.



Michael ran a shaking hand down the side of his neck, noted the flash of pain the touch of his fingers brought when paired with the abused skin. Bringing his hand around to his face, he gazed at the blood that soaked his fingers, then turning his eyes on her he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.



His heart skipped a beat when Drew’s tongue darted out to lap at the blood that pooled around her mouth to coat her chin. The movement wasn’t what had…shook him. Yes, that\'s the correct word. Shook him.



No it was more the way she’d followed his actions so clearly while all the while with that too bright, too crazed glaze in her eyes. A glaze that he recognized, had seen far too often in fact whenever he\'d glanced in the mirror.



Placing one hand against the ground he watched with rising euphoria as she mimicked him, the muscles beneath her skin moving smooth as water and her face rapturous as she studied his every movement.



Getting to his feet he let the smile that had been struggling to emerge slip across his face and watched the girls eyes light as she grinned back at him.



This was one of those memories that he’d be reminiscing over for long time to come.



Excited now, multiple possibilities and scenarios running through his brain, he turned to head towards the table that ran the length of the cellar wall. Even in the dim light the contents of the table glinted with deadly purpose. Sharp, wicked, and menacing, they were lined up in order of his most to least favorite in terms of performance and effect.



A short, sharp cry was his only warning before his breathing was cut off. The little cunt had launched her self on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and using the rope that secured her wrists as a noose. The knot securing her was designed especially for times when he needed to tie her to walls with her arms above her head, or when he needed to drag her around when she refused to do as she was told. It was a leash as well as restriction and she used the extra length it afforded her well.



With a strangled curse he stumbled backwards, slamming her against the nearest wall at his back so that she let out a pained cry. The rope dug into the wound of his neck and he could feel rough fibers growing slick with his blood, smell the sharp tang of Drew and the rankness of his own sweat and bodily fluids.



She refused to let go, her grip never slackened, and for once in his life, Michael felt the very real throb of fear work its way up into his gut. Drew had wrapped long legs around his waist and he could feel the heat of her at his back, feel her excitement soaking through the material of his shirt even as she knotted the rope in sweaty palms and leaned her upper body back, forcing the noose closer, tighter.



His cock twitched, it throbbed, the pleasure of t had his back arching so that he couldn’t help but to run one hand over the hardness there, even as his other dug desperately at the restriction around his neck. The lights that exploded behind his eyes just then were bigger and better than anything he\'d felt thus far and with a groan filled as much with pleasure as it was the need to live, to breathe, he slammed himself back again and again.



Forcing all of his weight, all of his strength and frustration, into each push of his legs so that finally, with a sharp scream Drew\'s grip on him slackened. Releasing his crotch as well as the rope, he used both hands to grab her by the arms and pull her struggling and screaming over his head. She landed on her back with a gasp and gazing down at her, head cocked to one side, Michael couldn’t help the thought that began to niggle its way into his brain.



He liked them strong, he liked them screaming and vicious. He liked the sex yes, but Drew…Drew would give him the power and there would be no one, NO ONE, more worthy of what he had in store for her. She would be his greatest piece of work, his most prized victim out of the long, long line of them.



Walking over to the table that even in the darkness glittered like a diamond he deliberated for a long while before deciding on two twin blades, long and wicked, more picks than actual knives.



Great for internal work.



A quick cut, a quick bleed on the inside that no one but he, god, and whatever woman lay under him screaming, could see and feel.



The suckers were heavy even to him, a fact that he noted but which didn’t surprise him as he flipped one of the blades handle over blade in one hand. When he reached Drew, he hunkered down and offering her the second weapon, he cut the rope binding her wrists with the other. Once her arms were free he could see her grip tighten almost painfully on the leather bound hilt and he met her eyes with his own lighting with something closely resembling pride.



"Let‘s play.”