On my knees in the church pews.
Head bowed, hands clasped, forehead resting against the pew in front of me.
He's sitting in the pew behind me, feet resting on either side of my ankles.
In his hands he holds a whip. I can hear it slicing through the air when he brings it down, before I feel it slicing open my back.
Every gasp, every whimper, every break from scripture brings it down harder.
"Keep praying".
I can hear him panting.
This excites him.
My pain, my tears, my blood.
It excites him.
We've been doing this for what feels like hours.
All I have to do is finish the prayer but every time I cry out or break from scripture he makes me start over.
I can feel the blood sliding through the ribbons of my skin, leaking down my back, pooling on the floor around me.
He leans down and dips his hand into the puddle of blood surrounding me.
He yanks my hair back, forcing me to look up at the mirror he placed in front of me.
He's fisting his cock with my blood.
I can see it, dripping through his fingers onto his robes.
My voice breaks but this time, its not entirely out of fear.
Either hes taken pity on me, or he's simply tired of how long this has taken, because he suddenly drops the whip and I can hear it splash when it hits the ground but I can't tear my eyes away from his blood covered cock.
He uses my hair to spin me around so I'm facing him, and then pulls me up onto his lap.
It hurts and I'm whimpering but he brings his hand down and forces himself inside my cunt anyways.
He feels bigger than he looks and I'm crying as he starts to bounce me on his cock.
He groans and digs his claws into the torn flesh of my back and I scream.
Fuck, that hurts.
I feel him twitch inside my cunt when I scream.
My hole clenches around him as my body tenses up from pain and he swears, tearing at my back harder, sinking his claws in deeper.
My head falls against his shoulder- I can't keep holding it up anymore.
He thrusts into me harder, deeper.
He's growling and snarling and suddenly he howls, throwing his head back, and literally rips my back in half as he cums inside me.
I feel the flesh tearing, his claws scraping my spine, the white hot searing ache of the worst pain I've ever felt in my life.
His face, freakishly long tongue hanging out of his mouth as he pants, face covered in blood and sweat, is the last thing I see before everything stops.