ver of disgust ran through my body, but I couldn't move, my chains held me in place. His fingers slowly slid up my legs, moving with an agonizing slowness. He stopped abruptly to squeeze painfully at my breasts, his partially transformed claws digging into my flesh. I felt it seep in

ow my neck. He caressed my skin, his claws brushing my throat,

mate, huh ?" he asked, his voice

th shut, hoping that this silence, this apparent submission, would be enough to calm his anger. But he wasn't the type t

. In an instant, his giant hand had closed around my throat, squeezing. I could still breathe, but each breath

learn your less

fuck did you try to run away

n top of me, laying blow after blow onto my body, h

er my body. He jumped off the bed and stormed into the closet and son came back out with what looked lik

out of my reach, and reached into his back pocket, pulling out his favorite knife. I pieced together what h

ts and a sickening smil

pen to you today. It's time for you to die, li

the bed and forc

let out a moan of pleasure. He yanked the screwdriver out and picked up his knife. He placed the blade of the knife in between my collar bones and proceeded to drag it down to my navel, cutting

me yet, I want you to be awake