"Tell me how much you love me!"
Slender fingers tightened around my neck. Slipping in and out of consciousness, I barely noticed when he jerked my head to an upright position. My limbs, unable to support me, pulled the leather restraints to their point of tension. I sucked in a dry, painful breath.
"Ah, a..." A lot! I love you a lot!
The rambling that left my throat was misunderstood. A powerful fist came crashing down. My nose became alit with a new sensation. A warm line trickled past my lips running along my chin; metallic. Again! If it helps, hit me again! I should have answered you, I'm sorry. I stared into his emotionless, black eyes.
Finding my voice I cried out, saying, "I love you a lot! Please Ace, unlock me! I swear I won't leave you!"
Hot tears ran down my bruised face. An immense pressure planted itself on my dry, cracked lips. Prying open the two resistant halves, a hot nimble tongue slipped in dominating my mouth. Lewd moans escaped from his throat intensifying my desire to quench his tyrannical advances.
Smooth palms slid across my weak and battered chest. He made it a point to stop at each laceration. Slim, pale fingers dug into them causing fresh blood to flow ceaselessly to the cold floor.
Each breath I took became more laboured, my energy slipped away at a speed that rivalled a train during rush hour. He released his hold on my mouth drawing in heavy breaths. Eyes glazed over with lust bore into mine.
"Do you still want to leave me?" No. Never!
Once again my voice failed me. His face fell with the silence in the room. He walked to the adjacent table. A silver light reflected off the object in his hand; he came closer.
Next to my ear in a hoarse voice he whispered, "Damien, tell me how much you love me!"
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