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“I have you at my mercy.. a perfect moment to make the memory of your sin appear once again..”
pleads of forgiveness escape his mouth, as hands wrap around the delicate flesh of the neck. “I'm here, with the opportunity of revenge.. yet… i can't.”
“The only thing I came to do.”
“I Just, Can’t do it.”
“But, letting a person like you get away with things is never good, a stubborn head and vicious mind is something that must be forbidden from walking freely among the streets, so, a punishment must be put on play.”
He notices a change in her expression, one that he rather not guess on, but knew deeply that it meant things were going to be worse for him.
One of her hands stays on the soft tissue, as the one left unoccupied lowers down on his anatomy, exploring the blood soaked fabric into the bare flesh exposed.
Fingers circle around red bleeding meat, as a malicious grin is painted into her face and pressure is applied on the wound. Screams of an already tired voice escaped the man, whose sanity had already dropped so low that he could barely register his surroundings.
Blood dripped into the ground, more and more, but not enough to be considered lethal. As his mouth opened again for a desperate gasp of air, her lips forcibly pull him into an unpleasant kiss, one where he had no control, no say.
Not anymore.
She bitted and scratched fiercely searching pleasure just for herself; bloody trails were painted on his skin, bites and missing skin, all decorated his now slim frame into a sick yet somehow tempting canvas.. one she’ll paint with her emotions. All in Red.
Moments passed, maybe an hour or two, and he’s laying on the floor still alive *barely*, but that was enough for her. deciding that death was just.. not enough.
He trembled under her weight, shaky breaths and lost words escaping his badly damaged mouth, as he asked with the most pained voice “k-kill me.. pl..please..”
‘Pathetic, truly’ she thought, a man who stole so much from her, now so weak under her touch and so… delicate.
She smiled, apparently pleased with her work, as she dragged the body of the suffering man. After all, it was way too soon for his long-awaited rest, he must be kept alive. Breathing.
Feeling.