#consented abuse

[feyre-hel-2]

Such a good dog, grinding on my boot like a needy slut.

Oh, now you're embarrassed? I didn't tell you to stop, now look what you've done, I had no choice but to kick you in your needy cunt. How else will you learn, mutt?

[feyre-hel-2]

"Morning sleepy head"

The words echo through the silence, as my words slowly penetrate the drugged up fog of your mind. The mask makes my voice sound hollow, and echoing.

"Did you enjoy your sleep?"

I gently kick your leg and you barely even move, the instinctive reaction to the pain being dulled by your high state.

I gently pull your blanket off you, letting the light reach your eyes as you take in your surroundings. The flickering light bulb sends a pale light onto the cracked slate floor, the lack of any real furniture making the space feel empty.

No where to hide.

The thought barely settles in when you notice the chain around your throat. The chain leads to the wall, long enough to allow small movements, but short enough that you could never feel free. You start to panic, you scrape yourself back across the slate ground to get away, but before you know it your throat is being crushed by my boot, and the black lenses of my mask are bearing into your very soul.

"Behave or I'll dump your body in the woods before the day is done"

The last thing you hear before the noises of impact and slapping fills the air is my zipper opening and a grunt as I grab your hair.

I promise you'll never make it back home

[feyre-hel-2]

I wonder how much you can bleed before your ego gives in to your need for a merciful god