DEPRESSION

The pain is incredible as he enters me. I close my eyes and moan, glad for the punishment as his cock slams in and out, his breathing ragged, his claws cutting into my hips. I push harder against him wanted him to hurt me more and he complies, thrusting in and out blindly and biting down on my back, drawing blood.

I am face down on the hard floor, my chest to the ground, my ass in the air. Subjugated and glad of it. I am his bitch and will do all to please him in this moment. I care nothing for my own pleasure, I just need the pain. The pain makes me know I'm still alive; I'm still here on this earth.

He pulls out and flips me roughly over putting my legs over his shoulders so he can again slam into me over and over, able to go deeper, to push harder. I feel the blood run down my legs and I cry out to him. I cry out to him to hurt me, to tear me apart. He bites my neck, my chest, sucking in the blood as he groans. His claws are on my shoulders now, digging deeper and deeper, I love it. He is pushing on my shoulders as he pushes into my ass, the pain is so exquisite.

He comes screaming, filling me with his hot fluid. I will not leave, this is only the beginning. I need more of the pain. When he is finished I tell him to beat me. He loves when I beg and cry. He grabs the whip and I turn over, excited as he brings it again and again over my back, ripping it to shreds, hot blood pouring out. I scream over and over.

He is again hard and wanting, I can barely move but still I want him. He turns me again and enters harshly into my bleeding orifice I can feel my walls tremble with the pain of his cock stretching me wider and wider. I need more. Kill me! I cry out to him, I really want him to do it this time. He thrusts in deep and I feel something in my pelvis give. I almost pass out but hold onto consciousness with everything I have, I must be awake when I die.

His orgasm is ripping through him again as he puts his hand around my throat and squeezes. I lift my chin to give him better purchase. No longer able to make noise, I beg him with my eyes to end my life. I feel the blackness descend.

I awake laying on the floor the dark haired one is gone. The sword is on my belly, he must have put it there to bring me back. I don't even wonder why. I rise sore and aching, knowing I will heal. I dress and leave this place to find somewhere to clean the blood and come off my body. I feel nothing. I must return to the child and the imp.

I fantasise as I walk, next time I will send the girl to my brother. He has a weak spot for humans and will care for her. The imp can take care of himself. Yes, that is what I will do; I will send my brother the girl and also the sword; my gift to him, brother to brother. Next time there will be no returning and I can finally be done with this loneliness that has always been my life