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“A-Ahh! Stop—! Stop, plea—haahhh!” Sekido's loud, desperate gasps for reprieve get cut off as another deep thrust plunges inside of his aching walls once more. Ravaging his torn flesh as the cold leather harness clashes against his bare skin only a second before rough clothing does.
It's agonizingly painful as Maria bottoms out inside of him, the blood soaked toy ramming itself across fleshy insides like a knife that won't stop stabbing itself into a helpless body.
Her hands grip his legs as she holds him open, arms tied down and held against the bedpost in a firm knot. The wrath clear on her face as she snarls viciously down at him with every plunge inside, feeling her own hips slap against his ass as he sobs.
Not quite able to feel his squeeze around an appendage—but the power she has, that remains. It's real.
It can't be replaced.
“You tried to fucking leave me.” Maria felt her throat constrict and pulsate with her own hurt, her anger palpable as it turned into a physical agony inside her chest. Every feeling of betrayal gnawing at her aching soul, enough to cause furious tears to spill past her cheeks.
Every saline pearl stings her waterline, jaw locked up tight as she pulls her hips back just enough—before she thrust forwards so hard, that another shrill scream tears itself free from Sekido. Choking off into hysterical sobs.
Her beloved Sekido was in pain, she could see it clear as day how much agony he was in. The way his face was twisted into an expression of horror and pale fright, how his cheeks were soaked in his own tears. Soft lips parted in a constant stream of cries and shouts.
But he had hurt her too for betraying her trust.
“After everything I've done for you!” With a voice so strained it barely came out right, yet loud like a howl—Maria keeps on fucking him with the strap-on toy. Feeling her bleeding heart tear itself apart every single time Sekido begged her to stop, that it hurt too much.
It bled just as much as Sekido's own body now did, if not more. Maria could feel the wetness soaking her thighs, how every plunge inside of her beloved Pusen sounded moist as liquid splattered between them, before her clothing drenched itself in it.
No—her heart, that ached far more than any physical pain Sekido was currently going through, which was exactly why she had to do this in the first place.
Nothing could compare to the unfathomable misery she had felt when she realized Sekido was gone last week. Waking up groggy, more out of it than she had felt in perhaps years. Head a fuzzy blur of gaps in her memories, lacking the previous nights events from her mind. Hardly even recalling having gone to bed.
Only to find the space beside her empty of him.
A bottle of sleeping pills discarded in the bathroom, hastily opened with some crushed up pills remaining.
Most of Sekido's things had been left behind, even the phone Maria had bought him after she destroyed his last one. The one he owned before her.
All his jewelry she'd gifted him too, the ones with tracking devices placed within for safety—everything except money she had stashed away, that she thought he didn't know about, as well as some clothes.
Immediately, Maria had gone ballistic upon the realization that her Pusen had run away from her. After months of him finally seeming to come around to her, nodding along with her wishes. Ceasing his protests and cries when they were intimate, in favor of small agreements and quiet groans.
He'd made her feel more at ease, for once. Becoming less alert of his movements and his locations. Even allowed him to sleep without being handcuffed, after months of him softly whining about them hurting his wrists.
And he'd used it against her.
Weaponized her love for him, her budding trust in him.
In a rage, she had wrecked nearly the entire house. Broken furniture, shattered windows and plates alike. Thrown chairs, flipped tables. Screamed out wailing curses until her throat went raw in her misery, tearing at her hair so hard that she had quite literally ripped a couple chunks out by the roots.
Until she took one of her chainsaws out back and hacked away at any tree she could, imagining it to be whoever it was that had poisoned his mind enough to dare leave her. Wishing she was back home in Norway with her family for a brief moment, so that she could plunge the buzzing metal into the flesh of something living.
Be it cattle or human—Maria didn't care, both were the same to her either way.
All she wanted was the warmth of crimson red to stain her pale skin, something to soothe her wrath and heartache in the moment. Something to bring her back down to earth enough to gather her own bearings, and get to work.
Because once she did; she was relentless.
Day and night was spent looking for Sekido, searching for her Pusen like a predator on the trail of her prey.
Every location scavenged that she could think of him having escaped to, every person she could get her hands on, all online sources she had.
Maria combed through everything.
Even threatening a drunken Karaku at knife point in the dingy bathroom of some club, as the twin of her beloved trembled beneath her. His emerald eyes wide and glossy, pale as a sheet while she pressed the sharp end of her blade against his fragile neck, right above that pulsating jugular.
He'd given in easily. Practically begging for his life, crying softly as he pleaded for her not to hurt him.
Which, of course she wouldn't. Not when he was so kind as to give her what she needed to find her beloved.
And find him, she did.
It was dragging him back kicking and screaming that had only served to further tear apart the seams of her still beating heart. Hearing her precious Pusen sob and scream at her when he finally woke up in the backseat of her car, hands and feet tied, as those perfect ruby red eyes of his blazed when they looked upon her—it had hurt her feelings.
Because Sekido's beautiful, stunning gaze swam with a range of emotions. Yet none of which were ones she wanted to see. They simply burned into her.
In fear.
In despair.
In sadness.
In anger.
Tears had already started to well up across his pretty waterline even back then, submerging those perfect gemstones in his gaze beneath salty waters. As the pearls of his own body's making trickled down his cheeks, his breathing ragged as he kept repeating the same word, over and over, and over again.
No.
No.
No.
No.
Just as he was now. Just far more choked and strangled, compared to the shuddering mumbles in her car. No, these ones were accompanied by screams. By pained wails as Maria holds the gates of his body open with her iron grip, as another thrust forwards makes Sekido's jaw hang open in a shriek that simply died on his tongue.
Sounding more like a broken whistle than a cry for it all to end.
“I love you so much, Sekido...” Maria sniffled to herself, feeling her face burn with the pain of it all. How much he adored him, it was simply too much for anyone to bear. Yet she had still loved to experience it every single day, reveled in the ache that came with it.
Because truly; Maria loved Sekido so much it physically hurt her. Her heart would twist from how much she loved him, in the best possible way.
Yet he had betrayed her in the worst.
A snarl rumbles in the back of her chest, tickling her tight throat as her crestfallen face turns into a more twisted expression of rage all over again. Like the one when she first understood he was gone, as if simply remembering it made her see red.
Pushing his legs back more, Maria uses her body weight to further pin Sekido's battered body down. Hips ramming harder into him, so hard the top of his head jolts against the bedframe each time. “Why would you lie to me and try to run?!”
Agony like never before shoots out all across Sekido's body. Despite having been enduring it for a while already—the pain wouldn't lessen in the slightest, he wouldn't get used to it.
Each drag of her inside of his bloodied, torn walls sent fresh waves of excruciating pain through him. It hurt so badly, that Sekido almost wonders if his only escape was to completely lose consciousness in the midst of this awful assault.
Perhaps he would. The pain certainly felt extreme enough.
Every breath came out sharp, burning his lungs and throat like there was a fire inside of him. Yet Sekido still tries so hard, despite his brain only repeating the same things—the same danger signals and pain signals that made him want to only flail and shriek—Sekido still made the attempt to plead with her.
“S-Stop—it! It… hurts…!” Practically wheezed out and nearly unintelligible between broken sobs and shocked moans of anguish, he really did try again.
For a moment, Maria slows down a bit. Her sky blue eyes taking in the state of the love of her life, scanning his face and twitching body with eyes that seemed so wild, yet softened slightly when he claimed it hurt.
Tear stricken face, bite marks and bruises all across his neck and shoulders. Hand prints on his hips and waist that were already blooming in shades of purple, as well as chafed wrists from the way they were tied.
Not to mention the mess of blood between his legs.
Briefly, it seemed like maybe she was considering stopping the torture early. Allowing his body rest as she goes back to obsessively doting and delusionally in love, compared to the sadistic psycho who sought for nothing but another's misery.
But of course, it didn't actually help in the slightest.
Because then, Maria's expression hardens. Twisting down into that same hurt as before, mixed with her previous anger and heartache. As she digs her fingers into his legs harder, before she starts to move her body in and out of him once more.
“This is your punishment, Pusen. It hurts me more to do this to you, but I have to.” That was her justification for it all, for both of them.
To Sekido, it was nothing but the words of a vile abuser trying to manipulate him into feeling as if it was all his fault. For daring to try and live a better life without her, for having the audacity to not want to stay with her after ‘all she had done for him’.
All she had done was hurt him.
Over, and over, and over again.
To Maria, it was the truth.
She had to punish him somehow, the same way one trains a pet when they misbehave. By reminding them that disobedience brings only pain upon them, that doing as they were told would bring kindness and love, as opposed to pain and suffering.
And it did hurt her to do this.
It hurt her so badly.
When she had sex with her dear Pusen, she enjoyed some knife and blood play, sure. A couple cuts to his body so she could suckle on it and taste him—that was ideal. That made her excited, happy, and hot all over.
She preferred to ride him, to have him inside of her so that they'd be the most connected possible. Skin on skin, flesh inside of flesh. One body, one mind, one soul.
Plus the possibility of pregnancy was always welcome.
Yet the times she had topped him, taken the toy and fucked him that way—she had always made sure he was properly lubricated, that she hit the right spots inside of him to force moans. To make him feel good.
Even when Sekido kept begging her not to, asking her to stop. Making her force him into it, because he left her no other choice.
She enjoyed the dominance, she enjoyed to be on top and making him come undone for her the way she loved to make herself come undone when she was penetrated as she rode him. She adored making him feel good, because eventually he'd learn to love it. And then he'd love her all the more for it.
So she really did hate to have to do it this way. It hurt her so much.
It hurt.
But this wasn't her fault.
It was his.
Continuing to thrust inside of her sobbing love, Maria grits her teeth. He wouldn't want to hear it, but he must. She had to make him understand where he went wrong, why this was happenening.
So that he wouldn't repeat the same mistakes again.
“You made me do this.”
By the time it was all over, both of them were exhausted. For wildly different reasons.
Maria had spent a good chunk of time raping Sekido bloody, then afterwards she took the time to patch up her own victim. Humming soft lullabies in her native language as if she were doing him a favor. Telling him sweet nothings, giving him praises for ‘taking it so well’.
Even licking some of the blood against his inner thigh with her wet, disgusting appendage. Dragging her tongue over his bruised skin to lap away at the coppery taste of liquid that belonged inside, not out.
Before she properly cleaned his wounds around his puffy hole, one which was torn and still trickling of crimson red. Gave him some painkillers and water that she gently helped him take, assisted in him sipping. Carefully bathed him. And then put him in a bed with clean sheets.
While Sekido was so exhausted from everything.
All of it.
From first having to deal with her when he was young, to then being stalked, to being forced into a relationship with a woman he couldn't stand.
From all the abuse. Mental. Emotional. Sexual.
His only saving grace was that Maria would never typically strike him, or physically go out of her way to lay hands on him that way. Only threaten him with weapons to get what she wanted, cry and lament that she didn't want to do it, but would if she must.
Then take herself quickly after.
And now, Sekido was exhausted from running. From being caught. Then tortured for it.
So he simply lays there, body aching in every way it could. Sore and tender all over, as his limp frame lies still within Maria's embrace. Her breath hot against his neck as she nuzzles against him for a nap.
He wants out, but he doesn't know how much more he has to give.
The painkillers were turning his mind fuzzy, putting him into a state of drowsiness and further lethargy.
For once, Sekido doesn't dread it as much.
Because it doesn't matter if he wakes up to Maria on top of him, sexually assaulting him all over again and making him feel powerless to not have even tried to stop it. Or to have taken the agency himself to pretend to allow her, when he was awake.
It didn't matter anymore.
She's already taken every part of him away, there was nothing left for him to lose and mourn.