Brutal Hunger

ere above my head, pain spreading through them. I attempted to lower them, but I winced when I reali

getting ragged. Where was I? My vision was impaired by a tight fabric that exerted

been handcuffed to the bed I lay on. My legs were wide apart, the shackles holding them rendered any movement impossible, and

my master's luxurious Mercedes-Maybach S600. Oldie. My long-sustained curiosity was then short-lived when my master took off his mask and revealed himself to be the stranger. I recalled the

in this vulnerable

asp from me. Overwhelmed by fear, I broke out panting. I pulled the cuffs and struggled until the impossib

ear the light thuds of his footsteps advancing towards me, and feel the densit

his eyes on me, like fire burning through my flesh. With every secon

unded nothing like the violence I expected. It was soft

ou going to

d he leaned over me as his breath swept over my f

esponse. “Are you going

nd on, before I heard him say, “Not yet,” his

weight le

ll

burning echoed through my body, awakening different sensations. Terrified now, my br

hat night of your f

my white body-con dress, snapping it. It was as if my

fumed in rage, nearly strangling me to death. Now again. How could I provide an

I

ce, “No more lies… Laura.” He breezed the knife towards my other h

basked in emotionally blackmailing and accusing people just to hurt them? He could be, in fact, he wa

nd let him do whatever he wanted with me. That was every Pakhan sl

remained the same, “I don't

uences of my answer, and waited to feel the k

u w

heat of the knife awakening a sensation that made my insides burn with hunger. But knowing I wa

s next action, he cut the dress open from the top t

face aside, sobbing into my arm. I'd never felt this shy, even the first t

finitel

of the knife, he circled my nipple repeatedly, eliciting a sigh from me and the junctu

you feel the knife’s blade buried inside you.” He gently began running

ight the pleasure fearing his intention, but my body caved in when he pressed

u want

er, the response having

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the knife nick my left inner thigh. The pain ignited a sudden rush of emotion and re

the knife spine in my folds as he advanced downward, the

extremely measly compared to

im believe I wasn't able to access my memory? I

Please believe me.” I spoke the trut

see abo

and realized he had thrown the knife. He proceeded to unshackl

ring over me, the man who had teased me with a knife. My master. I felt a blast of bliss fl

e reached for a long chain in a bag on th

ng knees, and limped to the front of the bedpost, laying my naked body on the cold concr

ad, and though my eyes stared overhead,

after she's run for so many years.” He firmly grasped my chin and turned my

n my face, he saunte

he shut the door, hopeless tears runni

I be stuck in this room with candles, nightlights, a

erate for escape. Strangely, I wasn't moved to escape. And… never ready to die either.

dy to tread down this road as a slave. His slave. Surprisingly, an integral of me w