Points of View.

He is standing over me. His great bulk casting a shadow over me and I tremble in fear. He likes that I am afraid I know he will kill me, I'm almost dead already. Please let him kill me now I can't scream anymore it hurts so much, why is he doing this to me? His claws have ripped through me, across my stomach, my arms, my thighs and my face. His teeth have bitten through my flesh, my throat is torn but not enough to kill me, blood is filling my mouth, choking me.

Why? Why am I not dead yet? I'm longing for that sweet release, I have been begging for it for such a long time it seems. He takes pleasure in my pain I can see it, he croons to me telling me I am beautiful like this, at his mercy. It makes me shudder and whimper. He is taking his time, why? What is it that he's waiting for? He seems to be watching, but watching for what? I don't understand and in the end I don't think I ever will understand. He is a mystery unto himself, I do not think even he knows deep down why it is he does such things. Or perhaps he does and I am simply reading too much into it and he is simply a beast.

My throat rasps as I try to scream, it hurts he's hurting me again. He stopped for a few precious moments but now he's ripping me, tearing what little skin had been unbroken. I'm frightened, terrified that he is going to rape me before I am dead. He is aroused, I can see it as he laps at my bloody skin. The low rumbling growl of pleasure he emits makes my skin crawl.

It's happening, he's getting ready for my final humiliation. I muster the last of my strength and push against his chest as he pulls apart my legs with ease. He likes that I'm fighting he likes that I'm resisting him, the greater my resistance the more pleasure it generates for him.

I can't fight anymore its hopeless and his triumph in my submission is great. I can feel his thick member against my entrance, it's no good asking him to be gentle or any point in telling him I'm a virgin. I think he knows he's smirking at me as he starts pushing into me. He is being surprisingly gentle even though it still hurts, I can feel my body stretching to accommodate his girth and I sob, this is not how I wanted to lose my virginity, or how I wanted to die.

The gentleness doesn't last, as soon as the head of his cock is in me he snarls and grips my hips tightly, he thrusts the whole way into me, shattering my virginity and I scream long and loud till my voice is hoarse. I watch him shiver and I'm terrified, it hurts so much already I just want to die. Please, please let me die I can't take the pain.

He is thrusting into me savagely, grunting and growling. I feel detached as though this awful thing is happening to someone else. The bite of his claws into my breasts wakes me from my detachment and I whimper. He lowers his head and laps at the blood he has just spilt. His thrusts are more wild and my shoulders scrape the once soft carpet beneath me. Darkness is filling my vision, the sweet blackness of the void is coming to claim me. He slaps my face keeping me from the sweet oblivion of death. His body is trembling on the verge of climax, I understand now before I die he wants me to know that I'm his property. His hot seed spills inside my, claiming me as his and as he pulls out of me and smirks I finally slip into darkness and die. The last thing I saw was his face, proud of the pain he had caused me.