Kalen

I wake up with pain everywhere from a good sleep that I've been deprived of for so long but with a strange feeling that something is latched on my nipple playing in twist and twirl by its tongue that leads me to shudder in rapture then giving goosebumps on the trail. The sensations spread throughout my whole body as the pleasure builds slowly and gradually.

Then, bam!

To my horror, it's the monster Thráin nursing at me like a newborn the life out of my nipples and I'm in the same room I've been locked up for days. My heart-pumping blood came to some sudden stop as I realize that I'm naked and practically attached to some medical equipment for me to which he just doesn't give a fuck or two.

His pinch sends a rush of sensation throughout my body. He pinches them harder and better and gave me it slight twist or pull to see that I'm ramping up in pleasure.

I can't move my arms in fear and numbness, my wounded feet are properly treated and All the events last day comes back to me and I'm very much surprised that I'm not dead.

I'm supposed to be dead!

I don't understand. I'm pretty sure I step on something metal.

Why?

The colors in my body felt drained out and I'm more than petrified of what assaults he will make me and he never fails to climb on top of me without any clothing.

Hot tears drop by my side and I implored like a puppy for his mercy if he has, which I doubt.

He just licked my tears away and made a hush gesture. comforting me with care while combing my hair with his hand to soothe.

"You must be wondering why you're still alive?", he softly asked. I just nod my head in understanding.

" well," he paused for a while," because it's just a Prank". He said with humor in his eyes.

Like it's April fools and I'm the biggest dupe. He waited for my reaction. He thoroughly tries to discern my facial expression.

The fuck!

My nose flared, I opened and closed my hands and my cheeks began to flush in pent-up outrage as I've been tricked. I could have gone a long way even with injured feet if I did not believe in him or probably escape his clutches.

I tried to push him off but he's got both my legs fastened to his. When he recognized what I want to do, he plugs out the needle on the I.V infusion and pointed at my left iris.

I steady my breathing, I don't want to be jabbed by that!

"Behave!". He commands with no room for objection. He pulled the infusion set as some things tumble down and tried to choke me down with it. I wriggle my body and successfully slap him hard that my hand stings at it leaving an imprint on his cheek but instead of being annoyed or pausing whatever he is doing, it did not stop him from biting my left arm so hard. I stop struggling when I couldn't endure the bite anymore. Tears began to roll more than ever as I look at my arm.

I have forgotten how he loves this kink but can I just easily accept that ill be raped again? Maybe that was was was what I needed, acceptance.

" there. There", that all the comfort he said as he kissed my neck back and forth, " submit, and everything will just be pleasure from now on".

Against everything I have inside, I nod and whispered, "yes", feeling vile up on that word but that was all it takes for him to start kissing me furthermore on my face then on my breast as he complimented the tattoo I had then aligning its self to my entrance.

He took one of the pillows and put it under my butt to alleviate the angle as he ensures better penetration and in turn, improves the probability of me having a more intense orgasm to which I did despise my situation. I can feel getting slick and he knows after a few slow but rhythmic ruts and letting me feel the vibration from his penile beads. I have gotta say those beads do some magic and that makes me feel like a wanton for actually liking this.

He noticed my sudden embarrassment and halt to look at me," pleasure should never be denied from you, my dear". The smoothness of his voice lures me like a sailor to a siren. Lost in lust and sensation as I feel him move faster and harder thrusts while revolving like an expert he is and out of nothing he had infusion set on my neck and cut the air supply out of me as he is finishing off with a hot cum load of shit inside me.

He looked me in the eyes and loosen the cord enough to have spasms in breathing again.

What the fuck is that. He said only pleasure. I gave him an angered look but he just raised his shoulders and smirked like the devil he does. He glides away from the bed and struts tall and alluding with pride.

"I'll have someone bring your a wheelchair and help you dress up. We're going for a picnic". He said," and don't you say you're sick or in pain, just Suck it up".

He left me in solitary and I cried myself again. Why does it have to be this way? He's so unpredictable, he does the contrast what he says and there's no stopping now. I cried myself to snooze and I did for five minutes or so until I was stunned by a sudden thump on the door and a tray of food with medicines and another maid came with a dress and a white rose despite my puffy eyes I can see that it's another vintage type. The ones he always makes me wear.

They helped me out in the bathroom to clean me and properly dress my wounds and newfound ones, feed me, told me what the medicines are for, and made me feel pampered with beauty. That made me tear up but l. I cant put them to danger and I feel they are vetted to him rather than take pity on me. By the time I'm done a wheelchair is waiting for me to deliver me to my Monster.

It took us almost a few minutes to reach our destination by a paved path to have me meet him. I see him in casual clothes with a bright-colored shirt sitting on a foldable wooden chair, reading a newspaper, in dark pants also in flip-flops.

The devil wears flip-flops!

He had a simple picnic set up in a lovely place that I never knew there could be in this place one would think we are in love with the effort but I know better than that with his healthy food again with

He helped me to sit down in front of him and offered me juice which I love to drink more than ever.

It tastes like peach mint lemonade, wow a taste of the south, it feels so refreshing.

All he did for a moment was watch me drink and pointed me to try some of the grazing food.

So I took a berry and wander off my sight to the place surrounding me.

" take some more, you need it", he said then returned to reading the news again. He's reading the business section, the portion I don't care the most about reading.

So I hurriedly stuff my mouth with different fruit but in no rush, or else I might gulp it up and followed by a sip

It's a sunny day, a nice time to enjoy this scene with some pictures and food.

A maid came to him with an iPad and he scrolled something down and gave it to me.

"I want you to know that I don't forgive and forget soo handily," he snide with such malice in his tone.

I looked at the photo of a recent timestamp. It's a picture of mom in her favorite dress for Sunday with a great smile on her face on the table at the house. It isn't a picture from afar like the camera was in front of her. Like she's posing for them.

I shake my head and try to suppress any scary thoughts I have for her.

" you are free to choose but you are never free of the consequences of your choice. I want you to choose". He hums, puts the paper down, and leans off the table to look at me.

He had a twinkle in his eyes, the maid hands him over a bow and an arrow, not a western one but a Kyudo. It's Japanese martial art for archery. I know because I love watching archery from the Olympics to world tournaments.

He stood up and adjusted his posture as he places the arrow in the bow to my horror someone is tied to the three beyond the pond as a target by the color of the hair I know it was Lou.

" To err is Human, to Forgive Is Divine and I'm not feeling heavenly today". He meditates as he stretches the string apart.

I tremble and started to tear up. I may not like Lou but it doesn't mean I can disregard her life like a trifle.

" from now on, your disobedience will result in human lives"

His hands are itching to loosen the arrow.

I look at mom and look at him.

A stranger for a family?

But Lou also has a family.

Before I know it coming, a swoosh sound had been made and with hands-on my mouth the arrow had made its way to its target.