Her Scary Tales

Bored.

WARNING!
This story contains parts of violence, sexual content, gore, blood, assault and abuse. VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
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She was going to give to him, all that he truly desired; her body. He'd tormented her all her life. She'd lost everything. Her dignity, her joy, her love, her essence. She'd gotten bored over the years and so instead of putting up a fight, she was going to give him- what he was begging for.

He'd come at night and pounce on her. He came at night to where he kept her locked for 8years.

He was expecting her to jump back in fear, and beg like she knew how to. Nothing turned him on more than the noise she made, he was obsessed with it.

She sat in a lacy underwear. The matching black ones he got for her and forced her to wear once before. She crossed her legs around the bed, sitting seductively.

"I almost thought you wouldn't show up." She grinned.

He was taken aback for a moment.

"Sarah?"

"Yes?" She tilted her head to the side and gestured for him to come closer.

Maybe she's accepted me at last, this new side isn't bad either. He thought to himself.

He began undoing his tie. "Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine you act like this."

She rose up and took slow strides towards him. "Oh, I'll give you something wild alright."

She yanked him forward by his tie. Pushing him on the bed aggressively.

"Hold on." He chuckled, trying to calm the new beast in her.

"Nooo." She whined. "I want it now."

She undid his belt, stroking him, getting him lost in pleasure.

"Say please." She gripped his neck like he did hers.

"What?"

"I said. Say PLEASE!" She yelled.

"What's gotten into you? You're acting different." His eyes opened.

"Last chance." She tightened her grip. "Say please."

"Stupid bitch, get off me." An unsettling feeling formed in his stomach.

"Fine." She took out an handkerchief from her back and drugged him with the substance on it.

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He hissed as he woke up. His eyes failed to completely flutter open, his body felt depleted and stiff. Never had he felt so much pain before.

"Oh, you're awake." Sarah smiled innocently.

"What do you think you're doing?" His throat was scratchy, his voice was gruff; not in a good way though.

"How does it feel to be confined?" She bellowed. "Answer me!"

He could only cough and wheeze.

She landed him a harsh slap across his face, it was only then he realized that his body had been bruised all over.

"How does it feel?"

He groaned.

"When I ask you a question, you reply me." She picked up his belt and wrapped it tight around her palm. Raising it up in the air. "Do you understand?"

"Please." He muttered a plea, but she hit him anyway. He cried as he felt the blade of his belt dig through his scalp. His head had been shaved off too.

"You said?"

"You'll only regret this, Sarah. I promise you." He added. "So stop this!"

"Okay." She grabs a whip form the bed. "I'll be happy to regret my actions."

She intently stares at his weak body, battered from all the beating. "You locked me in here for almost a decade, molesting and touching me like a sex grade toy. How do you feel lying to your wife that your only daughter got lost and couldn't be found? How do you feel having to go all the way kidnapping me yourself so you could bring me here for your fantasies? How did it feel touching your own daughter like that?"

She watched him groan  while twirling the knife in her hands. "You know what? Don't bother answering, dad."

She lifted his head by holding his chin, and in a flash she stabbed him in the eyes and carved them out. "If you can't see at all, you wouldn't be able to touch." She mumbled as blood splashed on her face.

She went down to  his fingers and chopped them off one by one grinning like the maniac she has become. "Got no fingers, you can't hold nothing." She giggled, looking for the next part to chop!

A/N
His genitals are probably next. (Laughter).