DESCENT

VII - Scarred

"I'm a patient man. I could play this game for all of eternity, my love," the King of Vampires reminded her, his voice deceptively gentle it was so condescending as he easily bent her in half, leaning over just far enough to drag his sharp teeth across her already bruised skin, almost teasingly, "...however, I will not stand for such disrespect. Especially from you."

Her breath caught somewhere between her lungs and her throat as her skin prickled under the scrutiny of his fanged mouth for the nth time.

"Well?"

(She didn't want this.

She didn't want this.

She didn't want any of this–)

Somewhere far away, a quiet voice answered for her:

"I... I'm sorry..."

(Please, please, please, please)

She was teetering so heavily between pleasure and pain that her brain could only make feeble attempts at proper responses as she just remained taut and pliant as a doll he so wanted, every single muscle rigid in tensed anticipated as she waited in bated breath for Roman to move, to hurt her again. To finish this please kill me just let it end, let it end–

But the vampire deliberately took his time with her as he always did when he was most displeased with her, dragging the punishment longer than usual, than what was necessary.

His sharp teeth grazing her skin just enough for blood to begin creeping out in small beads, lazily lapping his tongue across her bruised back, never mind some of the old open wounds that still stings, that will scar and never heal the same way; leaving bloody, sticky trails in his wake as he tasted her flesh and savored her fear as though there was a feast to be had from this broken body.

He so do relish in devouring her, savoring like some wine connoisseur, bit by bit until there was nothing left for him to consume.

Just as he passed her neck, Roman's sharp teeth suddenly sank in without a warning, causing her to arch forward with a sharp, startled scream as raw pain washed through her, fierce and hot, like fire. Familiar but one she could never get used to no matter how many times he had done it.

Shifting so quickly caused her hips to smash against his throne and another sound, unknown to her, was ripped right from her throat.

Was that her voice?

(For how long had she been screaming?

Why was no one coming to save her?)

Roman chuckled breathily at her scattered thoughts, dislodging his teeth from her neck, and repeated the same process on the other side, no gentler than the first.

She didn't react quite so violently this time, but the corners of her lashes were starting to become damp as the useless tears gathered in her eyes again, already knowing what the vampire was planning to do to her next. Her body had already started to tremble just by thinking about it.

"This could be over so quickly if you did not try to leave me again, you know..." the vampire dragged his tongue over the bleeding marks, swirling his spit to mix with still-dripping blood.

I'm sorry I'm sorry

"My love, when will you ever learn? You didn't have to leave me so soon, not when I just found you..." Roman muttered against her wounds, sounding so disappointed, distracted as though he was speaking to her but not her, the hurt in voice sounding far too genuine it was frighteningas though she was the one actually hurting him when it had been the other way around.