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Truly, I didn��t know. She was mine to do as I pleased but was it right? A part of me felt a pang of guilt while the inner be

er bones I��d broken, how many cuts and bruises I��d marked her delicate skin with. Each time, she healed quickly and it amazed me. There were times I��d hoped s

es I was a mess, I couldn��t even recognise myself anymore, it felt like I had lost a part of me and I did, in fact, lose a part of me. My mate. My

lack as I eye the beauty before me. Her unconscious form is hanging from the ceil

in between her thighs, feeling my dried semen marking her skin. I had lost count on how many times I had filled her u

ad her hanging from the ceiling for 48 hours now, her muscles had to be aching, she couldn��t heal because the m

wakey pri

rning herself another slap to the face and this time, it was hard enough to break her j

how are you

rbs. I guess being chained up to the ceiling for two days doe

girl? Not enjoying

another taunting line, she sp

out of my skin because I could very well see it prac

ck but no, she wasn��t going to get away that easy, she would be conscious for this. I had planned

ped away from her. Searching the dungeon for a barrel, a barrel th

so her feet would be touching it just enough. Her eyes almost popped out of her sockets as she watched me pull out a lighter out of my pocket

rry, Ares, I��m afraid of f

ded desp

of fire y

threw the lit lighter in, watching the flames roar into life, burning high

ms. Her skin would heal but it would take even longer than the tank full of feces, this burn, this burn would last for weeks if not

s.. A

med to be fading in and o

ing wrong. In my

to stop the torture, to pull her down and see what was wrong with her stom