“Kit, do you agree that you will exchange the very material of your soul to the devil for the promises I have said to you this night? Do you swear by your sex that you will abide by my tenants, obey my commands and listen to me at all times in exchange for the powers to help those who are powerless?” His human penis began to rise in anticipation.

Kit bites down in her bottom lip as she cannot help of visualize standing on the edge of a great precipice about to jump but unable to turn away.She smirks faintly and replies “Tis not much left anyway so, aye. Though I can’t say that I won’t argue with you on occasion.”

Her eyes twinkle ever so slightly as, being as stubborn as she ever was, cannot help but adding in her own corollary to the agreement. As still as a doe caught in a hunter’s lamp she remains perfectly still waiting to see what he would do next. The idea of having sex not truly on her mind at the moment though she will do what she has agreed to, what she must to seal their pact. She could not help but find some irony in the fact that in agreeing to him.. He not gets her soul but gets to fuck her as well. Apparently even in the demon world women got the short end of the stick. She could only cling to the hope that he would deliver on what he promised.

Kaotiks smiled as she spoke and reached out with one hand as he moved, his attention to the hand made her draw her attention to it as well. The skin was free of any flaw, blemish or even hair. The veins were non-existent and the muscle outline was as defined as if it had been drawn out upon a piece of paper. He touches her fingertips and as soon as he does, all the erotic memories of her life she found remotely pleasant and desirable flood into her mind. All the orgasms heap and build one after the other and the heat between her legs is an insatiable thing that she desires above all else to have him put out. This is no trick to make him more than what he is, simply the effect of his current state of mind as he touches her. He shares the visions and he sees her tongue, her ass, her pussy and her face in a blur of sexual power. The penis he has between these human legs grows higher, pressing against the perfectly tailored pants he wore. The shape of the member outlined as the eyes of the young lady are drawn now to his pants, her mind still filling with sexual fuel to quench the fire that shall consume them both.

Kit’s breathe quickens as the heat now burning in her loins erases any thought but her own satisfaction. Her slender hand slides over her negligee as she luxuriates in the caress of the fine material against her skin. With excruciating slowness she raises her delicate hand and reaches towards him. Her perfectly manicured nails brushing over the fabric of his trousers with the softness of a fairy’s kiss. Every sensation and nerve fiber now alive and tingling she offers him a playful smile and scoots herself over to the middle of the bed, patting the mattress beside her.

“Care to join me?” she asks her soft and sultry as she gazes at him through lash veiled eyes.

He smiles at her and bows as a courtier in the Crusades might have. He looks at her eyes, never breaking contact with them as he removes the jacket and poet’s shirt that he has on with a certain slowness that told her it was for her pleasure. He is sculpted beneath the clothing, smooth as a babe and the muscles as individual as the stars in the sky. He walks towards her on the bed and sits next to her, his hands going to his boots and slowly freeing his legs and feet of them. He lies down on the bed next to her, his hands going to his long hair and releasing the pins that held it so close to his body and allowed the waterfall of blonde hair to pour over him like a liquid honey. He leans on his one arm and looks at her eyes still, his free hand painting invisible pictures on the bed as he awaits her next move. He would love to command, and he would eventually, but he must allow her to ask him to first.Kit chuckles softly and shakes her own tresses out. She turns onto her side and rests her head on the crock of her arm, her eyes never breaking gaze with his. She lightly draws lazy circles on his now bare chest. Her knee rising to slide along his own ever so slowly, as she enjoys the pressure of his skin against her own. With careful deliberation she places a single finger under his wrist and moves it toward her lower hip pausing only scant inches from her ruddied flesh. In a quick and smooth motion her finger slides to the other side of his wrist and exerts a meaningful pressure downward.

Kaotiks hand slides over the gossamer skin of her body, his eyes finally breaking from hers and taking in her all at once. He licks his lips as he runs his hand that she placed on her hip from where she placed it tithe knee cap and then running slowly back up he moves it under the lingerie, feeling the warmth and softness of her thighs as he moves the hand down toward her sex in a slow motion that will take quite some time to accomplish. He props himself up no longer and moves his hand that had been holding his head up to her hair and runs his fingers through it in a rake that moves all of her hair from her face and allows him to stare at her lips. His eyes drop unashamedly to her breasts and take in the sight of her delicious bosom. He moves the hand from her hair and pulls the lingerie down in a motion that reveals just the tops of her breasts and runs his hand over them, barely touching them as he would if he had a feather in his fingers.

Kit’s body trembles ever so slight as he touches her. Each pressure of his fingers sending bolts of electricity up her nerve endings making them even more sensitive. Her pouty lips flush a deep crimson, standing out noticeably from her alabaster skin all the more… an ages old hint of what more private regions have in store. She tilts her head forward and flicks her tongue over his lips lightly… almost hesitantly as if the action were fresh and new. She slides her leg higher so that it rests over his own she tilts her hips toward his encroaching hand.

“Do you want me?” she whispers huskily.

Kaotiks reaches out towards her and runs his finger smoothly over the hairless outer lips of her sex, smoothing the skin down and feeling the heat beneath his fingertips. His tongue flicks out as a snakes would and catcher hers briefly. His free hand moves down her chest now, cupping the heavy breath and fingering the raised and pebbled nipple.

“I have wanted you since time began Sweet Love. I have dreamt of you as Rome fell, whispered your name as Attila ravaged and known your face since the plays of Shakespeare graced the world.”

He moved his mouth forward and licked along the line of her lips, his tongue long and serpent like, the muscles strong as he opens her mouth and licks her teeth before moving his head back and examining her body once again, his cock now hard with passion and fury. He presses a finger into her, feeling the nub of her clit under it before moving a second later, before she can truly experience it.

Kit’s hips rise to seek his touch again. She tilts her head and flicks her tongue over the side of side throat up to his earlobe. She nibbles it for several seconds before breathing into his ear.

“Then take me…”

Her eyes closing gently so she can focus further on the sensations setting her passions alight. Her skin rises in gooseflesh as every fiber yearns for the release that only blissful satisfaction can give. She presses her body into his, crushing her ample bosom against his chest so close that he would feel the pounding of her heart underneath should he care to.. She bites his earlobe passionate

“Now…” she demands, voice husky with passion

Kaotiks feels his cock rise in answer and brings both hands up to her chest and rips the flimsy gown in half down her long body without a thought. He removes his pants in a slow motion, making each second go on for an eternity. His cock, hairless and hard as iron comes into sight and he strokes it before her eyes for a few moments before straddling her body and pressing the shaft of it against her sex, moving up and running the length along the outside but no penetrating. His mouth finds her pebbled nipples and bites down on them, rolling them in his mouth and sucking them hard and without a sense of gentleness. His hands go to hers and an iron grip prevents them from moving as he finally lifts his hips into the air and slides his cock all the way into her with room to spare. He arches his back as he does so and his eyes turn to a brilliant fire as he slowly starts to fuck her, the juices of her pussy keeping him well lubricated, the tightness of her squeezing him until he growls a dragons growl and slides into her again, picking up the pace.

Kit tightens her pubic muscles around his manhood, drawing him deeper into her through their pull and the rocking of her hips, keeping perfect rhythm with the pace he sets. Her hands clasp his tightly her nails digging deep furrows into his flawless flesh. Her closed eyes nearly roll back into her skull as their shared passion lifts her higher and higher. Her legs, circling his hips tremble and tighten to bring him closer to her still. Soft moans slip through her parted lips as she licks them urging him onward. He moans aloud, his voice louder by the second as she draws his cock deeper into her. He lifts her legs with his hands and presses his pubic bone into hers, his cock completely encased within hers. His head moves to the side and finds her mouth, his tongue licking her lips, opening them and finding her tongue and exploring her mouth. He uses his hands and squeezes her hips every time he thrusts, making his cock sink as deeply as possible into her. His cock will stay hard as long as he wants it to, and tonight, he plans on exploring everything she will allow him to.

Kit’s moans grow more insistent as she gropes at his back drawing her body upward to meld with his. Her tongue wraps around his, exploring is mouth with a will of its own. Her breathe ragged around their passionate lip lock. Her hips rise and fall with his, as she grinds her ass into his hands.

Growling a low, deep and powerful growl, Kaotiks lifts her in the air, suspending her there as he slams his cock into her over and over again. His hands grip her like iron, his mouth swallowing hers and his tongue moving out of it, down her neck and biting her hard and pressing his cock harder into her, twisting his hips as he does so, rocking back and forth to give her every single ounce of pleasure that she could take. His arms took the burden and his hands ran over her ass, slapping it hard and spreading the cheeks to find if it would accept his cock or not.

Kit’s ass bucks as he slaps her ass. Her moans becoming more guttural and animalistic with each passing moment. As she gasps in a growling purr emerges. Her ass muscles tense as he spread her cheeks offering resistance, her tight hole giving only the barest amount. If he was to enterer that way to would most definitely be an exceedingly tight fit. She drops her head and bites into his shoulder so hard she nearly draws blood in her passionate flight. Her body trembles even more so as she struggles to build her flight higher before the waves of orgasm overtake her. Her body using his as a brace as she drives herself hard onto his cock… impaling herself over and over. The walls of her pussy relaxing only slightly with each downward plunge.

Kaotiks flips her over quickly, moving to the end of the bed and holding her legs in his arms as his cock slides out of her pussy and presses against the tightness of her ass, the head, coated in her own juices, pressing into her a slight bit before he stops and smacks both sides of her ass as he presses into her more. He felt the heat and the pressure from her ass as he slid into her, his mouth in a hard line and sweat running down him as he begins to fuck her heavenly ass. He moves his hands to her hips and allows his large fingers to dip into her wet pussy, fingering her as he pulls her to him again and again, fucking her ass and screaming loudly now as he does.

Kit screams as his rock hard cock slams past the sphincters popping them in a whirling mixture of ecstasy and pain. She bucks and rocks against his thrusts and his fingers as her body shudders convulsively as she begins to come, unable to control herself further. She buries her had in the silken sheets as her panting moans rise to screams of ecstasy. Her hand spasmodically clutching and releasing the sheets He keeps fucking her ass, tight and warm and so deliciously perfect. He is screaming now as his cock is hammering all the way into her, his fingers fighting each other over the clit and his cock not caring, like a jackhammer into her. He feels her orgasm again and again and he finally decides it is time for him to come; his cock comes out of her asshole with a nearly audible pop and he looks down to her, his face coated in sweat and his eyes on fire.

“Come up here and suck the cum out of my cock, taste everything you have always wanted and needed in my cock Kit.” He gets on his knees, his hands moving over his cock, the head swollen and purple and the veins along the length nearly exploding with the blood pulsing through them. “Come and suck my cock, Baby.”

Kit grins and positions her perfect mouth over his cock. She drools over the shaft grasping his throbbing member in both hands and squeezing strokes him rapidly several times before slipping her lips over its head. She rolls her thumbs in kneading circles as her head begins to bob up and down. She opens her throat wide; grateful that she does not have a gag reflex as she repeatedly swallows his dick.

Kit purrs from the depths of her throat as she sucks him off, adding another sensation to his experience. Greedily she dives over and over his cock using her tongue as a tickler than flicks over the shaft seemingly in a million places as once. Her pace increases as she feels the surge in his girth that indicates he is ready to cum.

Kaotiks grabs her hair with both hands and shoves her face deeper onto his throbbing cock, his balls needing to come deep into the depths of the heavenly void that is her mouth. He grabs the hair to make her wonderful head stop bobbing and roars as he pumps his fist load of come in centuries all over her face and into her mouth, the second spurt goes down her throat and so do all of the others that come afterwards, his swollen balls empty themselves for what seems like ages before he finally lets out one last noise as the last of the cum leaks out of his still swollen cock and slides down her mouth. He looks down to her and has never wanted anything so bad in his entire life. He sighs and catches his breath, it is coming is spasms and his eyes are locked onto hers.

Kit nearly gags as his first shot pumps into her throat but quickly recovers and drinks him deep and dry. Her fingers continue their massage, coaxing every drop from him until he is utterly spent. As he sighs she leans back and rolls onto her side on the bed. She wipes her face with the silken bed sheet to clean it and flashes him a wry grin before collapsing onto her back on the bed. Her eyes captured by his intense gaze her voice escapes her as she struggles to slow both her breathing and her racing heart.

Kaotiks slows his breathing, still on his knees he slides to the end of the bed where her legs lay, open and exhausted from the fucking they had just done. He licks his lips in a long motion, drawing it out yet again as he bends down and slides his tongue along her leg and up to her thigh, moving back and repeating the same motion on her other leg before positioning his body between her legs and biting the sensitive skin of her outer and inner thigh. His tongue runs over the over sexed nub of her clit and bites softly on it, his face smiling as he looks up to see her reaction.

Kit’s body spasms as he licks her, her breathe leaving her entirely as she looks down at him in surprise. Her back arches deeply, so much so just her hips and the upper portion of her shoulder blade remain on the sheet. Her hand reaches downward to gently caress his cheek and brow as she smiles at him

He smiles up her as he slides his long tongue deep within her sweet and very wet pussy. He laps up her sweet nectar like a cat does cream and pulls out just long enough to lick her clit in a long and slow motion. His fingers move to her asshole and probe there as his tongue continues it rounds in her delightful sex. He speeds up his work and presses his face against her wet and hairless pussy. He starts to finger her asshole quickly as he concentrates his tongues power on her clit alone, waiting for her climax.

It takes only a few moments before Kit is grinding her sex into his face, his considerably talented tongue and his fast working fingers. Her body tenses so much that it almost locks up. Just when she thinks she could not take any more, yet another exquisite orgasm washes over her. Wave after wave of pleasure rock her body as she screams in release. By the time she is spent , her throat is parches and dry, her body a quivering mass that twitches at the slightest touch due to her overloaded nerves. She brings her hand to her breast, pressing lightly in an attempt to calm her heart as she fears it will jump right out of her with its wild erratic beat

He slithers up her body now, spent as she is, his fingers dancing along the skin as he moves up to lay next to her, his breath rising and falling in gasps and his tongues licking his entire face to get all of her off of him, he wants to remember every second of this. He presses his hand into her breast and her heart instantly calms, there is a serene feeling as he lays beside her and cradles her in his arms, his lust spent for one evening and her satisfaction fulfilled, he will now give her what no one else has, he will stay with her until the end of time and say nothing if that is her desire. Tonight he is a servant of hers, a minister to her every desire.

“Sweet Kitten, tell me what you need and I shall see to it that it is done, or that you can do it.”

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“That’s just… wrong” she said quietly “I know what that kind of hatred brings and I could never be a part of it.”

“Wrong?” His voice raised a notch above hers, the whisper quality still in it. “Wrong is casting your daughter out of your house because she has a gift that you are too incompetent to remotely understand.” He sighs deeply and shakes his head, the heat raising as his anger does.

“Foolish are the men who believe that everything will be alright with enough time, enough faith, enough prayer and enough courage.” He stands and the walls begin to crack and burn from the heat and the intense rage that now burns from him.

“Did humans ever wonder why I, the Morning Star, the left the hand of God himself did what I did? Did they ever think that perhaps all was not well, even with all the prayer in heaven?”

She looks up at him puzzled “What do you mean? Is it not better to believe in something instead of be consumed by hollowness and unending fury over something that is not within your control in the first place?” She tilts her head slightly as she regards him. “You say that you can teach me to have all the power that you do and yet, what has it gotten you? You are not happy or fulfilled in any meaningful way. It seems to me that you are just miserable and angry and wanting to have others feel that way as well so you are not so totally alone.”

Kit’s voice is steady, possessing an almost chant like quality her eyes not quite focused on the room in which she was. This was something that he may not have anticipated, for as he projects his thought into her mind she also is catching fragments of his own. Though whether her interpretation of them would prove true was yet to be determined. After all, she was incredibly sensitive in that way and was nearly overwhelmed by the waves of energy radiating from his now irritated form.

Kaotiks stood again and walked along the wall, his hands scraping along the wall and the noise it produces was like a million cats wailing in unison from a fiery death. “You are perceptive Kitten. You have been the first one to notice that I to need a touch of what perhaps I can acquire from a human and a human alone. You see though the evil to the pain that still lies like a cold spike in the center of my being, that thaws so little every year it feels as if eternity will never be enough to melt it.” He stops and turns towards her, the wall of heat getting nearly overwhelming.

“You and I can help each other in many ways young one. You can teach me tolerance, I can show you what respect is supposed to look like. I can show you power, control and dignity.” He scowls again, his face a million nightmares at once. “I can also show you what it would be like for you had I not helped you out the little I did along your path in life.”

Kit’s eyes scrunch together as she tried to block out the hellish wail. Once it subsides she looks at him, sorrow filling her eyes. “It is sad that you feel so little but hate, I feel sorry for you.” Kit arches a brow skeptically. “If the only thing that power gets you is what you suffer moment by moment for eons on end, where is the incentive to obtain it?” Unconsciously she rubs her arms to stave off the blistering that she fears will occur should he put off any more heat.

” I’ve never met you before save a few days ago. I don’t see how you have helped me at all. You throw that word “help” around so carelessly but for all your fear I don’t think you really even know what that means.” Kit flashes a strained smirk. “My life may not have turned out all peaches and cream but at least I can say that I’ve tried, and not taken the easy road just because it was easy. That may not be much but it is something.” She says quietly her gaze on the floor again.

“Who do you think it was that kept you from dying when you were kicked out? Who do you think made food and drink appear when you were down to absolutely nothing and begging for anything you could get? Who stopped the men from raping you when they wanted what you were not willing to give them? Who prevented the power in your mind from exploding outward and ripping asunder passersby?”

He walks closer, her skin bursting into blisters as his voice rises to a roar. “I made you! I allowed you to live these years! I am the father you never had, the friend who never left, the lover who cares, the condom that worked, the pills that got rid of the disease! You are nothing without me and I shall show you if it is your desire. If you wish it I can show you how I was the man in the alley your first night out of your parents house that said the few kind words to you that inspired you to go on. I was the knock on the door when the razor was on your wrist!”

He let out a bellow that sounded like it was from the depths of Hell, the walls burning freely now and not collapsing, the pretense of a shell was gone now, his entire shell of flesh exploded and the fire within him expanded, enveloping her now, the fire burns instantly her skin, what was remaining of her hair and the dress.

“You dare to insult me after I have given you everything you have ever cared for. You know that thought in the back of your mind that there is indeed one person in this miserable world that cares for you and will look for you now that you are gone? Who do you think that is ma petite Minou? Shall I recite conversations? The fire was a wall about them, the heat unimaginable. The flesh of her arms burning to nearly bone. “Now, enough of this play. Submit to me or die and be ash now!”

Kit’s mouth opened to scream as she curled her body in on itself to protect her from the searing flames, her voice was remained silent however as the roaring inferno lashed into her body even as she tried to beg him to relent. As she collapses into his vice like grip the flames snaking upwards, her eyes glistening with the tears of pained betrayal. She mouths two words before the blessed darkness of unconsciousness overtakes her. “I’m sorry.”

The flames destroying her skin are such that even the flesh on other body parts begin to blister and crack in the sweltering heat. A single tear falls from her eye toward his enormous hand though it fizzles away into oblivion before it has a chance to touch him. Even in unconsciousness, her body still tries to curl about into the smallest possible area to protect what little skin she has left intact. Her heart falters, slowing as death looms close to her, bidding her to be free of her nightmare.

Kaotiks smiles as he sees her crumple and roars a final defiance. The room swirls into a million colors and when the spinning stops, she is laying on her bed in the room appointed for her. The bureau is laden with perfect clothing plucked from her mind and she is attired in a fetching negligee that accents her figure and was made especially for her out of a dream she had once. Kaotiks is back in the garb of the gentleman, the poets blouse open and the black trousers tucked into the tops of the boots as always, he sits and watches, a mile constant on his face as he admires the beauty resting now. None of the others had ever survived the encounter with his half-demon form. The fact that she had assures him further that he had chosen correctly.

Kit inhales deeply, rejoicing the free air that fills her lungs as she wakes from her slumber. She rubs her eyes with the back of her hand and stretches languidly, one of her common activities that contributed to her given name. She looks around and seeing Kaotiks watching her she demurely pulls the covers up higher over her body. As the memory of being burned alive dancing about her mind she scowls deeply.

“How long have I been asleep for this time?” she murmurs, not really expecting an answer.

Her hands tremble as she watches him, unsure of what his mood would bring. She was furious and hurt and still rather confused about their previous debate. It was true that at some of the darkest times in her life someone or something had often mediated the situation. As far as she had always believed, it was either her own luck or in more fanciful moods, her guardian angel who intervened unseen. Yet, the beast claimed that those actions were his. Her mind could not accept that he would ever do anything that did not benefit himself and himself alone.

The larger picture that she may indeed be part of his benefit was lost on her.

He averted his eyes as she lifted the covers to the top, inadvertently uncovering her lower quarters. “But a few moments, Dear. I have decided that allowing you to heal in the human way would have been very foolish, seeing as you would have been in the hospital for the rest of what would be a much shortened life.” He lifted a glass of wine besides him and swirled the ruby contents for a brief moment before imbibing the vintage.

“I see in your mind you are trying to piece together the events of your life. I can understand the difficulty in that.” He swirled the glass again and gestured to the table, there was another glass and a plate of food there for her if she had the will and common sense to get up and get it.

“I could not allow you to die. If I did, then what would you have accomplished? Defiance to your parents? Perhaps a minor victory over an assailant? Nay, there are more important things for your mind to focus on child. I am not asking you to commit evil, I am asking you to accept what you are and allow us to help one another.”

More than anything she was ashamed of the weakness she had shown only moments before. How in the world had she been burned so badly and yet be perfectly whole now? She could not make sense of it, or rather the possibility was too much for her to take in all at once. She had not eaten for many days now and her human hunger overrode the fears she still harbored about the possibility of poisoning. Slipping on a sheer dressing gown that did little to hide what she wished could not be seen, she turned towards the plate of food and began to gobble it down with no regard for proper etiquette .

After several loud swallows she whispered plaintively, “Why can’t you just let me die?”

“Death is the vestige of the weak darling. Of all the things you are inside your fragile human frame, weak is not on of them.” His eyes casually observe her appearance, as perfect as a dream and as a sensual as a succubus.

“Tell me something, if you had the power to rescue the entire world from death by killing an innocent, could you perform the task?” His eyes ran over her face as she thought of what she would answer.

“Allow me to give you the most common answer I have heard in my time”. His voice takes on a childish quality and he smiles as he speaks. “All life is innocent, I am sure that there is another way to solve the problem except by the death of anything.” He shakes his head. “Do you believe that tripe? You understand that it takes millions of animals to die simply for cosmetics?” His voice dropped to the tone of the demon he was but a few moments before.

“Or do you believe that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one?”

Kit shivers as the tenor of his voice drops, her hand shaking uncontrollable. Blinking rapidly she offers a weak shrug “I…I don’t know…” she sighs and drops the sweetmeat she had been holding from unfeeling fingers. The food she had devoured now a leaden ball in her belly.

“I just can’t.”

She bites her lip hard as she fights back the unbidden tears that well. She can’t help but feel that the ideal of her innocence is being forcefully shattered yet again though she cannot find the words or even the thoughts to express it. Better that she just swallow it and glide away until he uses her again, just like all the others she has known.

Kaotiks thought about touching her to calm her for the barest of seconds but knew that she was not ready for such things yet. There were many stages to trust and she had not yet allowed him to take a single step in that direction.

“Kit, innocence is a sweet thing, it truly is. I have seen innocence that you cannot imagine. She was such a simple woman, Eve was. She walked for hours with a smile of unabashed happiness on her face and it was truly a beautiful sight. Adam was the same, his voice loud and proud when he spoke of their love. Then, and you shant believe me, they spoke to me and asked me why the Lord had asked them not to eat of the Tree. I told them what I thought they needed to hear, not what they wanted to hear. All of the suffering of man has been because of a malformed question.” He shook his head and laid his hands near hers on the table.

“Allow me to teach you how to allow the innocents to walk free again, to protect the weak from the strong, the sweet young from the vile predators. Allow me a chance Kit.” His voice was normal now, the bass gone.

“I will not cast you aside Kit. I will not forget you when you have served a purpose or kick you out of the bed when I have your sex. I will not tell you I love you and then beat you within an inch of your life. Hasn’t it been that way Kit? Hasn’t it been running and running for longer than you remember?”

Kit shook her head. “No.. No it hasn’t. I’ve had a lot of wonderful things happen in my life.” She said firmly convincing herself of her own lie completely. As she was unaware of the connection that he had made with her mind, she did not realize that he would very likely be able to perceive her revisions of her life for what they were even if she didn’t.

“I’ve been in love and been loved back in return. Sure my family and I didn’t always get along but for the most part things were good before I chose to leave.” Neither of these was actually true nor accurate but she had slipped into her own version of her life’s events without any awareness of it at all.

She snorts derisively “Aye, innocence is nice but it is like a spring iris. It has its time then must wilt and fade away. There is an order to things that must be as it is, and as it always has been.” Her youthfulness could not encompass the idea that some order other than that which she knew existed now had ever been.

Kaotiks sighs and gets down on his knees before her, not touching her at all, almost in a position to plead with her. “Listen to yourself child. Listen to the entire web of lies you have constructed to protect yourself from the evils of the world and to prevent yourself from being hurt over and over again. You will never be able to escape the circle of pain you have placed yourself in until you can shatter those who impose their will on others that they know are weaker then they are. You may say that I am doing the same to you.”

“No Kit, it is true I have power, but you have your own and, although you do not know it, it is a vast and limitless thing that you have barely tapped, even in the moments of extreme rage when you have sent cars flying down the street with as much ease as I can tip this glass of wine at my side over.” He reaches up to take to her hand, stops and looks at her even in the eyes, no deception or mystery there, just a deep cobalt blue that seem to have no irises.

“You tell me that you are happy with your life, you tell me with all the conviction you can muster.”

“I can detect a lie young one. I can smell them, detect them and eat them. I invented the lie, so try not to deceive the Great Deceiver.” He walks over and pours himself another glass of wine.

“Tell me you have accomplished even a thousandth of your hopes, seen your dreams fulfilled, found true love and walked in happiness with child in arm and watched them grow to maturity.” His voice takes on an incredible sadness. “You cannot my child, you cannot because it simply is not true.”

Stubbornly, she shakes her head, refusing to hear what he says. Kaotiks eyes flash black in frustration.

“Fine then my Dear, let us see exactly what love they have shown you shall we? Let us show the deep family bond you have with them.” He reaches up and touches her fingertips softly. As soon as he does she is standing in her bedroom, the door is open and a little girl sits sobbing in the blankets. Her little voice repeats over and over again that God will save her because she is an innocent and innocent people who pray never have bad things happen to them. Her father comes in, obviously drunk, his body reeking of the cheap wine that he had bought hours before. When he speaks, his voice isn’t slurry as much as it is panting with lust. “Come here and show Daddy how much you love him tonight.” The little girl shakes her head and the man stands and takes his belt off in a single moment and beats her face in with the buckle, the blood pouring from it. “Come here and show Daddy how much you love him.” The little girl nods sobbing and he opens his zipper and the fading shot is her on her knees, her head bobbing on his cock.

The scene flashes next to a teenager sitting in the car with a young man, they are smiling at one another and he seems to be interested in what she is saying. However his eyes cannot leave what his mind calls “massive tits” that are practically hanging out in front of him. He reaches out to touch one and he is rebuffed by the young lady, a smile on her face as he does so. The young man’s smile turns to rage as he closes his fist and pummels her face with a fury. “You show and don’t let me touch? No. Tonight I get what I want.” He rips her pants from her frame, her panties holding tight until he reaches back and grabs a blade from his pocket, cutting the narrow material and shoving his minuscule penis into her at the same time. The hymen breaks, blood flows, her screams as heard as he fucks her.

The scene flashes again and again and again, the moments of pain, of anguish, of suffering and torment coming back to her in a torrent. All of the evil in her life that was supposed to be by people who loved her, who cared for her. She hears Kaotiks voice above all of the carnage, sadism and rape she sees before her.

“Tell me Kit, is that what you call Love? Is that what you want for the rest of your life?”

Kit’s entire body goes rigid as the scenes replay not only in her mind but as imprints embedded in her bodily fibers. Each gut wrenching gasp for air as she is slowly strangled by her father’s rutting. The sting of each landed blow, and the unseen wounds that rip all lay bare before her.

She stifles a whimper by biting her fist so hard, thin crimson rivulets flow unimpeded. “Stop it…Stop it…Stop it…STOP IT!” she whispers over and over. Her voice rising in panicked increments until she is screaming, her body heaving with unfettered sobs of bitterness and despair. She tries to pull away from him to keep her anguish private but cannot escape his grip.

“Why are you trying to destroy me? Alright! Yes I have been tortured but it is any less than you do to me now?” Her bitter tears fall onto his wrist, snaking a trail of their own across his flesh before falling to the floor to shatter. Just as the world she had so carefully crafted for herself is splintered irreparably through the cascade he presses in her.

“My sweet kitten, I am not trying to destroy you, I am offering you a way to escape a loop that will eventually find you dead in a gutter, a knife in your face from a man who cares so little about you that you are not found for a year and a half and that is only because a drunken hobo trips over your foot.” He goes back to his chair and pours himself a glass of wine and pours one for her as well, even though when will most likely not take it.

“Tell me you want to die like a whore, in a gutter where no one will remember you. Or, do you want to stop men like this from hurting people, stop women from giving themselves to abusive men because they feel they deserve no better?” He shakes his head and crushes the glass in his hand. “Just tell me you want that and I swear it is yours!”

Kit balls her fists in a sudden surge of molten rage. How dare he do this to her? With a cry borne from the fury and tempest raging in her soul she begins to beat him about the chest and face. Using her nails like daggers, she flails at his flesh.

“You fucking bastard! I hate you! I hate … you….”

While her outburst may have been directed at him it was not solely about him. True he had crushed what little comfort she had taken in her fantasy recreation of her life but there was something even greater against which she rages. Whether it was his intent or not, he had ripped her emotional guards down in the cascade of horrendous images he had forced her to endure. She weeps the tears of the broken soul and wonders in her heart if she will ever be able to pick up the shattered shards of her mind ever again.

Kaotiks allows the woman to beat him, the nails like a sweet release for him, her emotions finally not a lie. He wraps his arms around her and allows her to continue to release what she has been holding back for her entire adult life.

“You may hate me Sweet Kitten, but you and I are not all that different. We live in worlds of denial that neither one of us ever want to leave. We have substituted fact for the illusion of happiness and the delusions of adequacy that we have always wanted.” He runs a soft hand through her hair, ignoring the fact she will be repulsed by the movement, it felt right to do so he did it.

“I have made the first step to recovery my sweet. I have admitted that I have this problem and I have found a way to this solution, for myself, and for you.” His voice is barely above a whisper, the movement of the room silenced save for the two of them, not even the air seems to move as he holds her and lets her finally express the true nature of what has always been buried in her soul.

Kit continues to weep for a long while. As her emotions run rip shod over her the unsecured items in the room quiver and quake in time with her ragged sobs. The fine crystal and porcelain objects shattering as if hit by invisible sledge hammers. Much to his surprise, she does not fight him as he pulls her close. She is so consumed by her emotions that she does not even truly notice his action.

“There is no solution.” she snarls. “So I die in the ditch like a dog. It’s what I deserve. Who the hell cares anyway? None of it matters anymore… nothing does… It’s all a waste…just like me.” The finality in her statement hung heavy in the pulsing air. As she speaks them, cacophonies of razor sharp crystal shards rise from their resting spot scattered on the floor and hurtle towards them. All her resignations and despair reflected in their shimmering facets now intent on ripping her flesh asunder just as her soul has been.

Kaotiks held her closer as he heard the despondency in her voice, the utter defeat at such a tender young age. He felt the crystals rise and even knew that they were racing towards them. He lifted an arm at the last moment and the crystal shards shattered into infinite pieces, during the seemingly endless time when all about them was a prism, he spoke soft words to her that he prayed she would at least hear.

“There is a solution my dear, there are things that can be done to give you the moments of happiness you want, the ones you need. It matters more now than it ever did because you realize what has happened all this time. You are not a waste. If I thought you such, would I be here now pleading with you now to take my hand and allow me to help you change the destinies of millions after you?” He held her close and wrapped his arms around her as the crystals fell to the floor with a crash.

Kit swallows her tears, her struggle to do so causing her bosom to heave and giving her hiccups. Her eyes remain firmly fixed on the wetness her outburst has left on his chest. After some moments which seem an eternity she utters a single word that seals her fate.

“How?”

Kaotiks tightens his grip on her, the emotion pouring from him into her now is the realest he has felt in eons of time. His ultimate goal is within sight and this creature of elegance and beauty was going to walk with him through the final steps. He smiled and flipped the coat over the both of them, the light disappearing and the soft lights of her boudoir appear again, the perfection of everything restored. She is laying on the bed, the negligee she had been wearing before was restored, the wine and plate of food in place and Kaotiks, as ever, stood in his attire of black holding his hand out to her.

“Come with me Kit, allow me to show you how we can make the right things happen for the right people. How we can ease the pain of the decent and punish the flights of the wicked. Come with me and allow me to teach you all that is needed to become what you have always had just within you to be. Please my sweet, join me and allow me to open the door to your new life.”

Without a word she nods in agreement. “Aye, there are some wrongs that need righting” she murmurs. “And as you obviously will not relent until I acquiesce to your instruction.” she takes a deep yet quaking and unsteady breath.

“So is it…let it begin.” She whispers more to herself than in response to him.

In her heart of hearts she knows that by relenting she has no doubt sealed her fate - whatever that may be - but she is equally as sure that she does not want to go back to the shell of a life she has up until now known. She rises to a sitting position and squares her shoulders. Slowly she raises her eyes to meet his penetrating gaze, her hands folded gently in her lap. In a perfectly calm and steady voice she says the words that she knows he has been longing to hear.

“I’m ready.”

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“Not much but it works I suppose” she comments as she surveys her work, securing it with a delicate knot at her slender waist. “But I still have to figure out how to get the hell out of here, and quick before he gets any other weird ideas.

Kaotiks had stood just outside of her room, the blood from the argument still racing in his ears and his cock still hard as stone from it as well. He needed this one; she had more than one of the things he was looking for. He ran his tongue over the tips of his teeth slowly and smiled, ringing a bell on the wall a servant approached and he instructed to go into the room with the gown he had previously selected for Kit to wear. He encouraged the man to remove any appendage that she did not want to go into the dress and to do it in such a way that would make her remember the pain. The servant was a brutish oaf and his teeth were as sharp as razors, but for completely different reasons. He watched as the man scuttled off to get the dress and thought of the next point in his plan. The swathe man returns quickly and Kaotiks opens the door to allow the man to slip in. This should be fun to listen to, he thought to himself.

Kit whirled on the door as the servant entered, instinctively grabbing the nearest object - another glass vase filled with flowers - and hurled it at him her eyes blazing.

“What the fuck now?” she stormed.

She makes a sudden move towards the door with every intention of powering past the servant to make a break for it. She knew there was no way she could overpower her captor but as for the servant, well perhaps he’d present an easier one to evade. The servant expected such a bold move and as she approached he quickly turned her arm behind her back, shattered the bone as if it were a twig. There was no hesitation to the movement, no thoughtful time for decisions. He was just there to hurt people.

“The Masters wishes you to wear this Lady Kit. I would strongly recommend that you do such lest you want me to wheel you about your room because both of your arms and legs have been broken.” His lecherous smile and the look in his eyes informing her what happened to the girls that the master he decided that he had no further use for.

Kit cries out as her bone shatters and whips her head around to glare balefully at the brute.” Your Master is a jackass just like you” she spat at him. “Get the fuck out of here …NOW!” she screams at him in fury as she holds her broken arm fighting back the tears of pain welling in her eyes and swallowing them down bitterly. The servant says not a single word as he reaches out, grabs the arm holding the broken one and pulls with all his substantial strength. The wet popping sound of the shoulder coming out of the socket makes the servant smile with a sadistic light.

“The Master wants you to wear the dress Kitten. If you do not, I will have to make you put it on, and my hands are not as soft as the pretty boys I am sure you are used to where you come from.” The drool is seeping from his mouth now, the look in his eyes is one of pure lust and greed. “Please, fight with me. I like my meat a little tougher than most.”

Kit’s breath flees as her shoulder is dislocated and she nearly crumples to the ground. By sheer force of will she remains standing. With hate filled eyes she grabs the gown with her undamaged hand and pulls it from his grasp.

Through gritted teeth she snarls “I’ll put it on now get the fuck out of here!”

With that she turns away from the servant and makes her way with measured step to a dressing screen in the corner of the room. She steps behind it and waits for him to leave so she can get changed. The servant smiled and nodded a low nod as he turned about to leave, his eyes not quite leaving the vicinity of her lest she should try another desperate act.

He adds a final thought as he reaches the door. “The Master says that if you damage his gown, he will have to have me punish you properly. I meant to be a tad less gentle this time, but it is my affinity for a pretty face I suppose.” He licks his lips and quickly works the mechanism to the door, stepping out in the hall The Master rises from where he was sitting and slaps the servant so hard he flies down the hall, the audible break of the neck could be heard over 30 feet away. Kit starts as she hears the sickening crack of bone.

“Do not play with my pets.”

Noticing that the door has been left ajar she slips silently over to it and quickly peers out, still holding the gown. With her shoulder and arm in the condition it is now, the likelihood of her being able to put it own alone is quite slim. Still, if she was able to get out of here, her thoughts said then she’d find someway… She steps into the hallway and glances behind her, her eyes widening as she notices Kaotiks sitting there, looking at her somewhat amused.

“Umm… ahh…” she stammers, knowing full well that she’s been caught and not quite knowing what to do about it.

Deliberately she closes her mouth and raises her head to meet his gaze. “Your brute broke my arm and dislocated my shoulder so there is no way I could wear this even if I wanted to.” she says levelly, sounding far calmer than she actually feels.

Kaotiks smiled at his new pet, fixing his eyes on hers and making the pupils of his eyes mold to her most perfect fantasies. Her every desire is in his eyes. All the love and promises that anyone could hold is found, escape is found, just within the white of his eyes. He whispers as she stares at him, the language is far forgotten and it is melodic in its quality. Vast mountain ranges now eroded away appear in his eyes, a sea of endless blackness, the waves as tall as skyscrapers crashing into the side of an ancient castle, seemingly floating on a cloud of mist and smoke.

“Petit Minou, I am afraid you are mistaken about your arm, it must be the stress you have been under this last week. Please, go back into your room and change into the gown, I assure you it will fit you like a glove.”

He presses his hand into the small of her back and sets her on her way toward the interior of the room. His last whisper can be heard as he closes the door….. “I await you….”

Kit blinks slowly, captivated by his gaze and nods absently. She pads on bare feet back into the room and quickly slips the gown on. It is cinched at the waist accentuating her curves perfectly. Smoothing the hands over the fabric she can’t help but flash quick smile, it is so lovely… finer than anything she had ever seen, let alone wore. Her hands tremble ever so slightly as she glides back to the door… something still nagging about an unseen danger in the back of her mind. Her brow furrows as she tries to capture the sense of warning that dances just barely out of her grasp…

Kaotiks extends his hand to her to take and they make their way to a grand dining room, one of old with a huge table that would sit 75 at least. Two places are set in a far corner and the walls are lined with perfectly immobile servants of exactly the same height and stature. He pulls her chair out for her and pushes it in as she sits down. He sits down and claps loudly once, as he does all the candles in the room explode into flame and the room is bathed in light. The chandelier above is crystal shards, the floor marble, and the silverware golden. He is now dressed in a tuxedo that would look at home in the mid 1600’s.

“Pray Kitten, what do you desire this evening?” He purposely keeps the question vague, his eyes never leaving hers for an instant. Kit sits in the offered chair, a vision of feminine grace.

She smiles faintly, struggling to break the hold of his enveloping gaze… “I…I’m not sure…” she answers puzzled.” Why have you brought me here?” She asks carefully, the alarms still going off in her mind.

While her fear was much less at the moment, the recent events concerning this hulking man had not been forgotten. Kit knew she had to be careful lest his temperament change to violence in an instant.

“I have brought you here to show you another side of the world that you know Dear lady. I have brought you here to experience what one in twenty million people get to see and know. I have brought you here to give you power beyond your deepest understandings of the word. There is no saying no to this; I am not offering this to you as a Gentleman offers a Lady a rose. Nay, I am giving you this as a teacher does a pupil.”

His eyes swam with the colors of the rainbow; a sweet waltz begins to play in the background, heavy on the violins and cellos.

“There are so many things that we have to do, but in order for this to go smoothly, I need you to listen to me and do as I instruct lest you fail in a task and bring pain upon yourself.” He shook his head and sighed. “The brute that came to you is the weakest of the servants who will come to visit you My Kitten. I pray that each of them does not need to see you.”

Kit’s lips pursed as she considers what she hears carefully, a small furrow marring her brow.” You still have not told me why it is that I should be chosen, among those 20 million people to have this ….opportunity” the final word carried a slightly ironic tone which still indicated she did not see the chance he offered as particularly appealing. “You can’t honestly expect me to happy about being brutalized then kidnapped do you? Also… you should know that there are people who will look for me and not rest until I’m found. I do appreciate your offer but I did not ask for this.”

Kit’s melodic voice remained calm and soothing as she tried to reason with him. She had hoped that he would not call her bluff on the people who cared for her… Her family had long since abandoned her, tossing her out on the streets while she was still in her early teens for being incorrigible. True she had dated occasionally this year but there was only one that she truly believed would miss her enough to notify some higher authority

“Gentle Kit, I am afraid that you are telling me a lie. There is no family for you. Do you think that I would have chosen you should I have not known these things far in advance? Do you think me that incompetent? I cannot say that I blame you for trying such a bluff.”

He clapped loudly and servants began to serve the food to the table, each place was served despite the fact that there was no one there that could be seen. At least by Kit.

“You think me one of those comical vampires you see on television and film? A Count Dracula come to suck your blood away and make sweet love to you before abandoning you for some darker beauty that is not yet within my sight?” He shook his head and placed the silk napkin across his lap. “Nay, I am no vampire Lady, I am not so weak as to be associated with such trivial characters. Vampires are the dregs of the society I inhabit, beggars and thieves Lady, no more, no less. You do not need to fear such lowly creatures”

Kit could not suppress a small shudder at his words. While the food began to arrive she quickly placed her hands securely in her lap. The unseen servants and their movements making her uncomfortable for though she could not see them she could hear small whispers that she could not make out… After a moment she raised her eyes to meet his gaze again. She was amazingly strong of mind, for most would have succumbed to the madness of the situation long before this. Kit however, had seen much in the world living on the streets and she knew that it was sometimes a very dark place indeed… she ‘d not imagined quite this dark but now that she was over her initial shock she was trying to gather as much information as she could in the hopes of surviving. A small smirk toyed at the corners of her mouth as she worked at setting her captor in a more forthcoming mood.

“What are you then?” Kit was rarely one to beat around the bush and now was no different. She chuckles briefly, “Not so sound rude but I can’t think of any other way to phrase that particular question..” she shook her head amused where her inquiry was even needed. “And you still have not told me where I am …” She exhaled softly before voicing her most burning questions, “What are your “plans for me” then?”

Kaotiks raised his hands above the table and steeples them under his chin, a smile of amusement on his face. “Business it is then. I have told you I am Kaotiks, Master of the place you are in and everything around it for as long as you could run before exhaustion struck you down dead. As to what I am, we will get to that in a moment. My plans for you, now that is a subject I eagerly wish to discuss with you.” He stood and walked behind her and past her, never touching her. “I am a creature of habit young one, I enjoy things the way they have always been. For as long as you civilization has lasted, I have been a teacher. I ought generation after generation things that needed to be known by mortal men and women.”

He circled around the opposite side of the table and made his way back to the where he had originally sat, his smile seemingly changing as he passed chairs, as if there were people there that he could see and hear but she could not.

Kit raises a slender hand, absently fiddling with one of her golden tresses as was her habit when she was nervous or deep in thought. She keeps her gaze on his, puzzlement becoming quite apparent as his attentions seem to shift again to something unseen.

“And so what… I’m some sort of chosen one to carry this information? Somehow I highly doubt you do this just out of the kindness of your heart.”

Her slender brow arches skeptically “There’s more to this that you aren’t telling me. I may not be exactly in my element at the moment but I’m not fucking stupid.” Kit flashed him a sardonic smile. “You still have not told me what you are other than some sort of teacher”

She was being obstinate she knew, but dammit, she needed some answers so she knew what the hell she was dealing with.

Kaotiks stood, the lights dimming to near nothingness as he spoke, the gravel in voice turn to the deepest bass she would ever have heard. “I am not a mere mortal to be trifled with at your whim woman. I have had the blood of billions upon my lips, the thoughts of your race swim in my mind as insignificant chatter to be wiped out at my whim.” His form began to shift then, the ivory whiteness of his hands upon the chair turning a black, as if the flesh was being seared off of the skin. “You will recognize many a name I send your mind child, many a name indeed.” Thoughts flythrough Kit’s name. Belial. Baal. Satan. Devil. “Those are but a few of the millions your kind has worshipped me under over the course of time. Great black wings spring from his back, the noise of them is noisome, as if flesh is being torn asunder from his back.

“I present you with an opportunity beyond your understanding. I can accept that you do not fully realize that I am or what I am here to do. Mark my words child, any intolerance of this will be punished with things far worse than death. I have seen your mind, know all you do or ever have. Every name and face has in my power to destroy without the slightest bit of effort.” Horns the size of arms sprout from his forehead. “Are we clear on this?”

Kit could not help but avert her eyes from his terrible form. As the names began to slither into her mind she dropped her head and whimpered sadly. Her mind reeling she tries to nod but is paralyzed by shock and terror. She was well aware of the fact she had not always been a “good girl” but she could not believe she had ever been so awful as to warrant being forsaken and left to the hands of the Devil. Her mind could not accept that she, whom in her heart of hearts felt was woefully inadequate for anything, could have something desirable for the likes of him. Her cockiness, which had always been her greatest defense mechanism slammed into effect to protect her from the truth he had expressed. She knew that she was not going to get out of this unscathed, if she got out at all. Her eyes strayed to a dinner knife by her untouched plate of food. While it definitely would take some work for the blade was not as sharp as she could have hoped… she was sure that she could open her veins with it and possibly through her death be able to escape the fate this thing had waiting in store. Her hand moved ever so deliberately towards the blade, praying fervently that he was to catch up in what he was saying to notice her actions.

“SO how can you expect me to be grateful and understand what you’re offering when as you say there is no way I can understand? I get it… I don’t listen you turn into the asshole I met at the beach. But I got to tell ya, I seriously think you have me mixed up with someone else. I don’t want this!” she says emphatically. Kaotiks felt the steel in the room before she had even thought of using it on herself, a thought that he also picked up on instantly. He closed his eyes for moment and the blade melted into a sliver of molten metal at her feet.

“How can you be of use to me if you are dead? If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you on the beach and feasted on your flesh as a dog would upon scraps.” He laughed the sound booming off the walls and would feel like a physical force against her chest.

“You will obey me, and if you do not, then I will make you. Those are the two choices you have. You have seen what I can do without laying these hands upon you, do you wish to see what I can do if I have to touch you in this form?” Again his eyes closed and long, acid burning furrows appeared moving up her leg slowly, almost at mid calf.

“Tell me my little Kitten, will you obey me willingly? Or do I have to bring everything you care for here and slaughter it in front of you? Speak now.” The claw marks moved still, the fire in them would be nearly unbearable, almost at the knee.

Kit stifled a scream and pushed her chair back quickly trying to escape the acidic claws which raked her skin. Her movement did not help of course, though such fleeing motions were typical responses to pain. The tears that she would have shed were sucked dryly the shock of the intense sensations now ripping her flesh. “Stop it!” she screams at him as the huge table makes 2 slight hops towards him.

She grabs her dress frantically and presses on her wounded flesh as if to stem the insidious flow that advances on her most intimate of parts. Kit shakes her head over and over but whether she is refusing him or just reacting to the pain is unclear. Her eyes begin to glaze over as her mind searches for refuge from the onslaught. The acid rips up her leg in a never stopping streak, the meat of her thigh being ripped asunder, no blood as the wound is instant cauterized.

“I shall stop this when you agree to obey my orders. There are many parts of you that will not be as painless as the one that I am doing now. What if I were to do your arms? Your breasts? Your lungs?” The last was said as low as the voice could go, the room shaking with the bass.

“You kneel to me on the leg I am ripping apart and I shall stop this pain. You do not know the power you have; I will increase a million fold Sweet Kitten.” His fists shoot out and hit the middle of the table as he lets out a screech that would sound exactly as a dragon was supposed to sound. The table explodes in a shower of flame, splinters burning to ashes before they hit the floor, the scream echoing.

“Now, what is your answer?”

The marks were nearly to her sex, the most intimate area of her loins. Kit drops her head further, curling into a tiny ball within the high backed chair and squinting her eyes closing as the table exploded. Her mind screamed at her to just relent, to say whatever this beast wanted in order to make this agony stop even if she did not mean it but such was her pain that she had lost all semblance of the voice she had. Her breath shallow and rapid she quaked with pain and could do naught but shake her head. She moves spasmodically rising higher and higher in the chair until it comes crashing down over backwards to the floor. There she writhes in torment. The demon smiles and waves his hand, the furrowing nails disappear as do the marks on her skin, the perfect texture of it returned. Along with the marks, the pain of it has vanished, it is there, but behind a fog she cannot quite penetrate. His voice comes up to a normal pitch and he addresses her, the swirling fire he has for eyes staring into hers.

“Speak your oath to me or I shall make that look pleasurable in comparison.” He had other methods he was willing to resort to if they became necessary.

“Speak it now mortal woman.”

Kit struggles to regain some semblance of calm. She knew that if she was to agree to his terms that things would go much easier for her. Still somewhere in the deepest recesses of her soul lay the seeds of the faith that her parents had drilled into her with both rod and fist… That faith was in the inherent goodness of mortal beings and the imperative that no matter what the cost, one had to reject evil things lest her soul be forsaken for all eternity and left to suffer in the fiery depths of hell. She clung to that now as a drowning man to a piece of floating debris. She raises her tearstained face to stare at him.

“I cannot do that. “She cries out plaintively “I’m a good person, I’m not evil!” Kit clasps her hands in front of her, her greater torment now coming not from the burning acid but welling up from the depths of her quivering soul.

The demon actually stops a moment, apparently mulling over her words. Then without so much as a warning, he places a massive hand, the size of her torso, on her back. As he touches her all she can hear is screaming after scream, the agonized screaming wails of the damned. Her eyes see every perversion. Death upon death flies by until it is a blur and she can feel a slow burning moving up her legs.

“If you do not join me because of your faith, then I shall have to take it from you.”

Her eyes flash back to every evil moment in her life, perfect quality, as if the devil had chosen her from birth. The events of her life that led her to where she is now add up, the minor evils getting greater as time goes by.

“You think I choose the pure? You think I would bother with a woman who pounds her faith into others and demands that God saves her soul? You forget child, I have seen Him, and I know he would cast you to me in disgust.”

Kit pitches forward in revulsion at what his touch reveals. In vain she struggles to hold on to the ideal that redemption is always there for any who but ask, though he could feel her hold was tenuous at best. Still she resists him shaking her head again.

“You lie” she stammers “ That is your greatest trick and you use it to sway people. I’m not worthless trash that He’d cast away. I’m loved… and precious to Him just like all mortals are.”

While there may have been some truth in her words, they rang somewhat hollow. A rhetoric that she recited by rote. This was because never once in her life and Kit ever felt loved or cared for by any being supernatural or otherwise. Her life was an existence that had been forever marked by traumas and wounds that went deeper than the fathomless reaches of the deepest oceans committed by the hand that were meant to shield her from the woes and sorrows of the world. Her Gifts had set her aside in her family, making her a danger and an outcast and such was how she had lived ever since. The deep, echoing bass coming back into his voice as he speaks to her, his hand coming off of her, leaving a scorched mark there from the touch.

“You do not believe that child; you believe that your abilities have made you an outcast. You have never belonged to anything, even your family has shunned you for what you are and what you are able to do.” He sat down on the floor, the marble warping and cracking at the heat of his body, which she would suddenly feel. “I will not give you the line that I love you and he does not. You would see through such deception far too easily. I will give you these words of truth though my cat. I will teach you how to use everything that you were born with. There is no such thing as good and evil child; there are only the weak and the strong. Think on it and you shall see that I am right in what I tell you. I have nothing to gain by lying to you.”

Kit wraps her arms around her knees, wiping her face on her crumpled gown in a feeble attempt to compose herself. A sudden anger overtaking her as the beast voices her heart and laying bare the voids in her soul. The heat eminating from his body only fanning her temper further.

“So what if I haven’t always belonged everywhere I’ve been. No one does. That doesn’t mean that they are bad. “Her hands clench the fabric of her gown nearly tearing it “I am strong. I’ve lived through a lot. Even what you have done to me without loosing my mind. Tempered by the fire I guess” the irony of her words were lost on her as she continues. “I’m doing alright and I already know how to use my Gifts… sure they may get out of control once in a while but that’s only when I’m really, really pissed off.”

She raises her chin in defiance and pride at her accomplishments. Though in the furthest glimmer of her mind she begins to see the logic of his argument.

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With a deliberate movement Kit slips off the bed, nearly stumbling on unsteady feet. Hesitantly she moves towards the curtains, hoping to at least gain some semblance of idea what the time was and where she was. Holding her breath she pulls them open with a quick jerk. She steps back surprised to see not a window but a solid stone wall. Kit purses her swollen lips in frustration and makes her way across the floor to the huge oaken door. Her attempts to turn the handle and open the door are met with the metallic clanking of a locking mechanism falling into place. A snarl of fury rips from her as she pulls and pulls at the door in vain. She pauses for a moment as the whisper of cruel laughter catches her attention. With another snarl she bashes the heel of her hand on the uncooperative door. With a small sigh she turns, leaning on the secure door as her gaze scans the room further.

In the corner sits an enormous wardrobe of some ancient design and beside it, a side table with a wash basin filled with steaming water. A small silver tray of fruits, cheeses and breads sits on another table and although she is very much famished, she dares not touch it.

“It’s probably drugged or poisoned or something” she mutters.

She snickers… so whoever this bastard was he obviously had money. That thought actually scared her even more because she was well aware that it was easier for the rich to be “eccentric” and have it go unnoticed… Biting her lower lip in thought she curls into an overstuffed chair, pulling a blanket about her. She needed to figure out what the hell was going on… and quickly…

Kaotiks stood at the coffee nook that faced the forgotten waterfront in front of him. He sipped a bitter tea and smiled as he watched the sun sink totally over the crest of the trees to the west. He laid out the final items on the silver tea service he had in front of him. Fine china and sterling silver, handpicked Indian sweet tea and non-refined sugar cane directly imported from his offices in Jamaica. He was simply, yet elegantly dressed in a pair of black trousers, crisply pressed and seamed. A silver blouse hung on him as if it were designed for him, which it had been a long time past. His boots laced up to his mid thigh and his hair, long and silvery, was tied back in a severe ponytail which hung in a straight line down his back. He turns his head as he hears noise from the guest suite. Picking up the tea trolley, he makes his way towards the room with a simple noiseless stride. When he arrives, he shifts the trolley from one hand to another and fetches a large black key ring that appears to be made of iron, swiftly finding his object; he places the key in the lock….

He makes a great deal of effort to make as much noise as he can before he turning the lock tumblers and presses his shoulder against the door. He realizes that he will most likely be attacked upon entering the room, so he decided to leave the tea trolley on a small table outside the door for the moment. It was a dear set to him and it would be a tragedy if it was damaged in any way. He steps into the room, quickly closing the door behind him and making sure he keeps his back to the door.

“Kit, I see that you have finally awoken from your slumber. I was beginning to think that you would simply sleep the rest of the week away. As if five days was not enough. Would you care for tea?” His voice was as sincere and pleasant, but there was an undercurrent to it – a dark and dangerous undercurrent. He stepped backwards and fiddled with his door behind his back so that if she did incapacitate him, she would still be trapped in here with him.

Tucking her legs close to her chest in a protective manner, Kit peers with suspicious, hate filled eyes at the man as he enters. Her silver blue orbs swirling with a life of their own, made no attempt to hide her loathing. Given the demeanour he had displayed the last time that they had met she was caught off guard by his cordial, almost joking manner. The darkness that surrounded him was still palpable and she would not be seduced by his apparent kindness.

Kit considered making a break for the door but quickly dismissed it as she knew that she was in no physical condition to muster the speed and dexterity that would be required to make it past the hulking brute. She pointedly ignored his gesture of the offered tea though its sweet aroma watered her parched mouth.

Her musical voice low and even she growls “Who the hell are you and where the fuck am I?”

She knew that back on the beach she had not had any of her identification with her, so the fact that this man knew her name and spoke with such easy familiarity bore heavy on her mind. Kit had to admit she was both famished and parched but stubbornly pushed the nagging needs of her body away as her mind reels. Five days? She had been unconscious for 5 days? What the hell had he stuck her with? For that matter what the hell had he done to her?

An involuntary shiver courses through her curvaceous frame as fragments of memory cascade in her mind. Pain, rending flesh, the coppery scent of blood filling he nostrils and the horror at the recognition that the vitreous fluid causing the odour was her own – she swallowed hard against the bile rising in her throat as the shards from her mind reformed into a cohesive recollection of events.

“Why have you brought me here?” She demanded. “You can’t keep me here you know, people will be looking for me”. Kit held her head haughtily, her gaze never leaving him.

He raised his hand in a manner of polite deference and smiled.

“Hush now, Ma Petite Minou, all will be explained in due time.”

He moved a little faster than he probably needed to and opened the door, fetching the tear trolley from outside the door and placing it on an oak side table that stood near him.

“You will find food on the tray here, as well as tea. No doubt you will have assumed I have poisoned it, for that matter I can give your mind no peace except to say that it is not such. You shan’t believe me, but it is so.”

His smile flashed once again and he made his way back to the door, an antique clawed chair sitting near the door, almost as if it was meant for him to sit in and answer questions such as the ones he was answering now.

“Eat first and then I assure you I shall answer all your questions.”

Kit’s hunger and thirst finally began to wear her resistance down. Taking great care to keep the blanket covering her nakedness firmly wrapped about her, she takes a few hesitant steps closer to the tray of food and drink. She is obviously torn because although she does desire the nourishment, she would have to come within an arm’s reach of the man to obtain it. After only 2 steps her pride freezes her in place, continuing to glare balefully at the man now lounging in the chair.

“I’m not hungry” she says coolly.

The man nods to her in a quick motion, the smile gone as well as any good temper he may have had at the meeting. “You refuse my hospitality?” His voice sharp and cold.

He walks to her and rips the blanket from her fingers before she has a chance to clench them about the blanket. “I shall leave the tea and food here for you. When I return, I will knock thrice upon the door. I say thrice because your servants will knock but once. When I enter the room, if your food and tea are not gone, and by gone I do mean eaten by you, then we will have to go straight to the lessons I have in store for you. If you do what I tell you, then I will allow you to dress yourself and bring in garments of your desire that you may way whenever you please.” He looked at her again, his eyes like ice. “Are we clear on this point my Kitten?”

Kit stands perfectly still trembling in a mixture of pure rage and embarrassment at her suddenly exposed form. Although she does not answer, her silvery blue eyes betray her fervent desire not to ever have to endure what the previous meeting entailed ever again.

“Why are you doing this?” She asks again.

His rage is immediate as she does not answer him. He moves like a lightning bolt and crashes his hand into the side of her face. The blow fresh and brutal, causes her to crumple to the floor.

“When I ask a question, you will answer “Yes Sir” or “No Sir”. There will be no middle ground answers. All failure will be met by punishment. You have just received a warning Kitten. Do not make me do what must be done next.”

He shakes his head and backs off slowly.

“I ask of you again, are we clear on this point my Kitten?”

Kit’s head remains lowered for several moments as she attempts to clear the ringing in her ears, her hands clenching the luxurious carpeting which did little to break her fall. She flips her hair over her shoulder and looks up at him, licking the fresh blood from her once again swollen lips. The defiance in her eyes was apparent even from the distance that he stood.

“Beat me all you fucking want asshole, but I will never call you Sir. I’m not one of your fucking servants nor am I your slave.”

Kit was very aware that he may just kill her for disobeying him, and in many ways that is exactly what she was hoping for, that way she could at least keep what little dignity she had left intact. Her body braces itself for the fury she knows will be soon be levelled at her stoically.

It was a dangerous gamble she was making but one she felt was worth her self respect.

Kaotiks thought a moment as she threw her temper tantrum. He knew what must be done but did not do it. This one was different; she possessed something that he wanted. He stood and bowed low before her, his head nearly touching the floor. On the return to his standing stature she could see how tall he was, he must have been 6′10″ if he was an inch.

“Very well then.”

His heart broke as he smashed the tea trolley onto the floor and ground his booted foot into the food that was there.

“Do know that even if you do not eat, you will not die, I will see to your….nutrition my self.” He smiled cruelly with his the last sentence and licked his lips slowly as he turned towards the door.

Kit cannot help but quiver slightly at the violence he displays though she tries to keep it inside. Without warning a sliver of the broken crockery flies off the floor and embeds itself into the oaken door, barely missing taking off the man’s ear. Kit’s small gasp hung in the near electrically charged air of the room as understanding of his meaning dawns in her.

She skitters backward away from him, pressing her bare back against the stone wall, shaking her head repeatedly. “No… “she stammers incredulously,” that’s not possible…. not possible…”

Kaotiks turns about to mock at her, his laughter deep and haunting. He smiles wider; lines of razor sharp teeth line both the top and bottom of his gaping maw. The two front teeth both top and bottom are extended at least four inches, as a viper when it’s teeth are not folded back.

“All things are possible in the dark Sweet Kitten”

He flashed another smile and it was the face she had seen but a moment before, all the features normal and, well, human.

“I believe that we have come to an impasse, I shall have to teach you manners this time.”

Kit swallowed hard as she continues to shrink away from the monster in front of her, nearly climbing the stone wall. Her eyes are now wide in terror. She cringes from his sudden transformation though is powerless to look away. Although she had like most girls gone through a dark phase and thought it would be interesting for some dark brooding night lord to spirit her away, those were just childish fantasies she had long since disregarded. That such horrors could actually exist was beyond the scope of her substantial nerves.

“Why me?” she says in a small voice. Spasmodically her hand grasps for another blanket in the vain hope of covering her form. Her breath becomes laboured as the air around her seems to pulse as panic tightens its grip.

Kaotiks stops his thoughts and changes gears, the gentleman returning once again as if he had never left. He bends down and slowly begins to pick the broken pieces from the floor.

“There are many things into his world that you know Kitten and many more that you do not. I ask you to never ask me that again lest you find out an answer you cannot cope with even in the pits of your nightmares.”

He picked up the last of the crockery and whatnot and stood, brushing off the pants and shirt to an immaculate finish.

“Have you never wondered what it would be like to become of the creatures of the night Kitten, know the pleasures of eternity and the unending life?”

He looked into her eyes as she formulated an answer and let his mind wander slowly until it tapped her own. He stopped a moment and waited, he would not do the next until she answered him, if she answered in a correct manner he would have to do nothing. If she did not, he would peel the layers of her mind away from her soul like the peel of an orange.

Kit shook her head blinking rapidly. “NO…no… Not ever in any context but a …” she stops herself before she completes the thought.

Kit took a deep breath to steady herself. She turns on her heel, away from him still shaking her head.

Firmly she murmurs to herself “Okay girl… enough now, time to wake up… this is all just a bad dream…not real… just another one of those ones that you can stop and control when you want… now wake up come on. Please wake up…”

As she murmurs, one of the side tables in the room trembles on its base as if it is caught in an earthquake. Kit closes her eyes tightly wishing this nightmare would end and she would wake in her own bed safe the man sits down with a flourish, draping his leg over one of the chair legs and speaks as the obviously temporarily disturbed woman does what she must.

“I have yet to tell you my name Little Kitten. I am known as Kaotiks, once a Lord of Hammerfall but the civilization that I was a lord in has long since turned to dust and been forgotten by all in the world save me.”

He looks her up and down, obviously forgetting she was nude he licked his lips as he started to stand, a need rising in him. “Your name is Kit?”

Kit whirls around, her eyes obviously disappointed that she was still here as she opened them. She quickly grabs the blanket and covers herself. “Aye. How do you know it?” She watches him carefully, feeling quite vulnerable at the moment. T

“There are many things I know things I can teach you if you will but submit to me in every way and do what I tell you to do. I can show you things that mere men and women imagine as madness.” He talked towards her as he spoke, his passion coming out and his penis growing under the tight fitting clothes. “So many mysteries you will have answered, so many things you can do or want. Never again will you worry about time, or death.”

Kit shakes her head much firmer this time and side steps in an attempt to slip around him. “I don’t want mysteries or any other such craziness… and I LIKE my worries” she says emphatically… “I’m not going to do what you want because I don’t want what you are offering.” she flashes a nervous smile “I’m flattered, honestly, but no thanks. I’m quite content to grow old and die just like everyone else.” She raises her hand, holding it in front of her as if to stop his approach with it.
“I’m not like you… and I really don’t want to be, no offense… I’ll keep your secret, just please, let me go”

The table began to raise and fall violently off to her side as she trembles.

He grabs her wrists and snaps it to the left so suddenly that the crack in the air is heard a moment before the bone shatters and the hand lays limp and useless at the end of her arm.

“I have tried to be polite to you Kit; I have tried all I know how to do to keep you by choice. Now we will use other methods, darker methods to get you to come about into the light, or the darkness I should say.”

He picks her up by her arm and throws her into the chair she had been curled against when he had first arrived. “I will see that new food arrives and that a maid tends to your wounds.”

In a quick motion he leaves the room and the lock is heard to tumble behind him.

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She was barely awake, her face swollen and her eyes opening and closing shut spasmodically with the pain of everything that was happening to her. He stood there, his knife loose in his right hand and his left hand slowly entering and exiting her womanhood. His mind seemed pensive as he did such, as if he was making a decision. Albeit involuntarily, she was slowly lubricating for him just like he knew she would in time. He decided to add another finger to the two already inside of her. The swollen labia and clitoris protested as he did this and he smiled, such obstacles could be overcome with time and a great deal of attention.

She looked at him with a glance of pure hatred and it made him smile. Didn’t she realize that he was doing this all for her? That he was saving her from a lifetime of men who would discard her at the slightest thoughts of denial? He removed his fingers and licked them slowly, like one would a Popsicle, the taste of her and the freshness of the blood made him want her even more than he already did, if that was even possible. He closed a final decision making loop in his mind and moved forward with what he now considered an interview.

He placed the knife blade between his teeth as he slowly pulled the denim blue jeans he wore down past his knees and with them the boxer shorts. His penis was afire now, the veins in it throbbed like the engine of a high performance car at the starting line and the ache from it was slowly building, reaching more than just his genitalia.

He placed the knife back in his hands and moved her head with his free hand, when he spoke his voice was calm and very distinct. “What I do now I do for you. You will come to understand all of this in time, that I promise” He raised his hips to match the height of her sex and lowered it carefully. The circumcised head of his penis sat neatly inside the folds of her labia for a brief moment before he pressed into her, a long and continuous push, filling her with his cock and making her scream as he pushed onward, despite any pain or suffering she may be experiencing. All the factors had to be taken into consideration. He pulled out slowly and looked at her a moment, her eyes wet with tears, unsaid scorn and terror on her lips.

Next he needed to test her limits of fear. He held the knife to her throat as he violated her, his cock swelling inside her now bleeding womanhood, the blood allowing a smoother ride for his penis than the dry vaginal walls had before. He sliced her softly against the skin and watched the blood flow as his pace increased and her voice finally found the air and the will to power screams that nearly matched that of the ocean they used as a backdrop.

Now he needed his personal release, his mind ever careful to leave not the endgame. He pressed the knife between his teeth once again and used both hands to grope her heavenly breasts. He pulled the nipple hard away from the breasts and heard her cry out as he twisted them and abused them in all the ways that he knew how. He bent over, his hands pinning hers to the side lest she try to hit him, still thrusting in and out of her, and took the nipples, one by one into his mouth. He bit down as hard as he dare and allowed the blood to flow from the fresh wounds.

He leaned back now, his face sweating profusely and his hips moving like the wind as he prepared to mark her for an incredibly deep and evil trip that she would soon discover.

He shot his semen deep into her and she screamed as he did, most likely amidst fears of pregnancy and what not. She would have no worries of that, he would make sure that all was well in that arena, there were methods after all. The slimy fluid leaked out of her, his hips still pushing his slightly limp penis into and out of her, smearing the fluid across his hips as well as her thighs.

He reached into his back jeans pocket and pulled out the tiny syringe that he carried for just this purpose. Jamming it into the meaty part of her thigh, she had run out of terror for one evening and made not a single noise as he did so. It was a fast acting narcotic and soon she lay limp on the driftwood, seemingly dead to those who did not know what was to be looked for in the body.

He cleaned his mess up from where he was. Carefully disposing of the woman’s clothes in a burn barrel along with the wood he had so savagely taking her upon. He smiled as he saw her sketchbook and pencil, he kept them for the time being, they would serve many a purpose as time passed on with them. The gas can was there from he had placed it earlier in the evening, his final goal not yet known, only vague hopes.

He carried her limp body back to his waiting car as one would a friend who had too much to drink in a single evening. He wiped the sand clean with his feet as he walked, picking up his shoes and socks as he made his way forward. He placed her into the front seat of the car, absolutely confident that she would go nowhere as he finished his work.

He walked briskly back to the scene and gathered all the dry wood he could find, casting it into the barrel. he carefully picked all the blood from the ground that had been smeared with fluids of any kind and placed them in there as well. He lit a match from a book in his pocket and flipped it into the barrel, the fire exploded into life, the flames threatening to escape their bonds and take everything with them

He walked back to his car now, the pace slowly and determined, the chance of tracing any of this impossible. He sat in the drivers seat of the car and lit a long clove that he had especially imported. The first inhalation of the sweet smoke made him smile as he drove away, all that was left of the woman now beside him was the saddened expression the moon seem to wear as they vanished into the night

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He was still reliving the wonder of it all when he saw her. Her hair was long and shining against the waning light of the moon and even from where he stood, he saw that her breasts were deliciously large and pendulous in their heft. She seemed to be drawing or sketching, a pad of paper and a pencil in her hands as she looked off into the distance where the waves crashed and the moon shone bright.

He approached a little closer and saw that her bottom was so tight a quarter would have bounced a goodly distance off it. He lips started to quiver and his mouth started to salivate and his cock grew to an iron hardness. His fingers moved softly over the knife he always carried with him on nights such as this and he knew what had to be done.

He slipped his feet out of his shoes as he watched her move down the beach, oblivious to anything save the waves and the moonlight shining down upon her like the gaze of a caring father. He removed his socks so that they would not betray his footfalls and slowly began his movements towards this young lady of his most keen attentions.

He slipped the knife from the belt loop he kept it safely tucked away in normally and sped up, the distance between the two of them closing quickly. He waited for the next wave to roar in and crash until he made his move. He slipped the knife around her neck and moved backwards slowly, her feet dragging and trying hard not to move with him. The knife started most of her efforts to resist however.

He never even saw her head move as she slammed her skull backward into his nose. The pain exploded in a sea of crimson and liquid, his sinuses screamed in agony, and yet he was still able to hold the knife to her throat and keep her from moving. He pressed the blade into her skin and allowed a thin line of her blood to seep from the fresh cut before he spoke, his voice guttural and full of years of compressed rage.

“If you move again, I will leave parts of you on this beach that even the birds and the bugs will never be able to find.” To emphasize his point he pressed the knife into the throat of the young lady.

He didn’t see her move again as she slammed the pencil she still held into the top of his foot, the movement into his foot making a sickening crunch as the graphite shaft slammed into the bone. Blood squirted with the pressure of the blow and he nearly lost his grip over her as she began to squirm away. He temporarily ignored the pain and squeezed her throat with his free hand, the pressure like a vise closing tighter and tighter over the airway of his victim.

He knew that at this point the blood was slowing to her brain, the air was being cut off and circles that were not really there danced before her eyes as she drifted into the final stages of consciousness. He laughed and released his choke hold on his newly found delight. He wouldn’t let her get off that easy. He had a few issues that he was going to take out on her.

She was barely breathing now, her eyes swimming and fighting to stay open as he picked her up and easily threw her over his broad shoulders and made his way to the spot on the under the boardwalk he had picked for the others before her. It was close to the water and the near constant roar of the waves would easily wash away any noise she decided to make in her struggling and futile defense.

He laid her out on a huge piece of driftwood and cut the clothes off from head to toe in a slow motion. His hands traced the knife down her skin, leaving barely a millimeter between the knife and her perfectly white flesh. Her breasts fell from their vanished keepers, falling about her chest in two mounds of ivory, creamed flesh. Her body was divine to look at and he was sure it would be even more wonderful to violate it. With difficulty, his eyes left the two peaks of her chest and travelled down her full body, noticing the hips that would sway as she walked and her wonderful ass that fit like a final puzzle piece to the rest of her body.

He used both hands and flipped the woman over, actually taking care not allow the wood of the driftwood to mar the perfection that they now had laying atop them. His hands travelled over the half moons of her buttocks, his lips twisted in a smile as he noticed the firmness of it. She was coming slowly back to the land of the waking and he decided to greet her in a proper way.

Moving her so that her ass was facing his aching manhood, he quickly licked two of his fingers for ease of entry and shoved them as hard as he could thrust up her, feeling her body shudder with pain as she had been unprepared for such an assault and her body had not lubricated the opening. He worked them in and out once or twice. The lubrication from his own spit and a little of her involuntary wetness allowed him to finger his new little pet well and good.

She woke up to his fingers thrusting in and out of her like such. He could see as she turned her head to the side that the tears had already started to fall from her eyes. He looked again and saw her weep silently and close her eyes, starting to suck herself into a shell. That wouldn’t do at all now would it?

He took a moment to say a silent prayer of forgiveness to himself for having to damage his new gift. To leave a amrk on such a creature was a sin in itself, however, all creatures need learn respect for their Keepers. He drew back his had and came down repeatedly into the sides of her turned face, the knuckles slamming into the sides of her skull, leaving what he knew would be a future bruise with every single stroke. He let the fist relax into an open hand and smacked her, changing the side of the face he used as he made sure she was wide awake and back with him.

“No, No. You will not slip into your little happy place and wait for me to be done. That is what those young ladies taught you how to do at the community center when they told you about people like me didn’t they? Turn your head away from him and slip to a deep place, he will finish with you quicker if you are not fighting him. If I can’t see and feel you awake and aware, then why would I bother to stop anything and allow you to live? No, you either stay with me or I will make the end of your life as brutal as they come”

Mind you, she didn’t know what was to come. If she did, she would be screaming no matter what he said to her.

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