The tears would not stop falling. Dark had to practically shove you forward, the blade still at your throat as you walked on.
Did he... really...?
No... no, it... it can't have been that easy... He...
"Have you forgotten, darling? This is Wrath. He deserved what he received." Of course; as a demon, your boyfriend would have been able to read your thoughts. Ignoring your eventual sobs you were forced ahead, past many more ruins in the otherwise empty space. The vines that grew on the gate were all wrapped along the dilapidated buildings, as well.
What am I going to do? Without Anti, I...
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You walked on for hours, by this point absolutely exhausted. The only thing that kept you going was the blade, still at your throat, pressing threateningly against it. One of your arms was locked behind your back, held in place by your demonic boyfriend. You couldn't help but wonder just how much he knew.
"Oh, darling, I've been following you all this time," Dark cooed in your ear. You couldn't see him smiling. "I was curious. I wanted to see just what you would do without me. Tsk tsk... I'm very disappointed in you, darling. To think you allowed another man to touch you. Another demon, no less! No matter, all has been taken care of."
That's exactly what you feared. The tears ran down your face again, you had no control over them now.
Before you could speak, or even wonder, you were abruptly shoved against the wall of a nearby building. It was a small one, though the same black vines crept up it's sides. The wind knocked out of you, you gasped and coughed, not noticing the familiarity of that particular building as Dark dragged you inside.
Once there you were promptly shoved to the floor, landing painfully. "You know what to do," he spoke softly to you, slowly removing his jacket.
Only when you sat up and took a good look around did you realize: it was identical to your house. The one you had so frightfully abandoned. There was only one thing missing, the last piece to make it complete: you.
When you didn't move right away, your demonic boyfriend landed a swift kick into your side. You cried out in pain, a part of you still desperately wishing that Anti was around to stop it.
He's not... he can't be dead...! Not already!
"Darling, I'm afraid that pining for another demon will only make me angrier," Dark warned, taking a great fistful of your hair and pulling you up and onto your feet. He refused to let go, shaking you a little. "Now tell me the truth. I want to hear it from your lips. Do you plan on bringing me to the Sea of Fire?"
Damn it. What else could you do but let out a weak and strained "Yes..."
"Do you even know what entails the Sea? It's looks are deceiving. It appears to be mere water, but it sticks to the skin, burning you alive. The best part? Your flesh regrows in Hell." Then he brought your face closer still, his red eyes glowing maliciously. "But yours won't."
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Face shoved down into the bedcovers, you screamed as loudly as you dared. No one was around to hear you, after all. Each lash was worse than the first, and blood trickled down your back in rivers, staining the bed.
The whip in Dark's hand was gripped tightly, and the dark-haired demon smirked with each blow. He would show you no mercy, oh no. Not when you had cheated on him so eagerly. He wanted loyalty, he always had. Why was it so difficult for you to give? "Have we learned our lesson?" he asked softly, cracking the whip across your back again, making you shriek.
"Please... please, stop...!" you wailed, too scared of moving away.
"Have. We learned. Our lesson?" Dark repeated through gritted teeth. One more lash, one across all the rest and making you absolutely screech, and he began to pant. The whole ordeal was so exhilarating, so... right.
"Please..." you begged, sobbing hysterically. "Please, I've learned my lesson, just please, stop...!"
Dark smirked, licking your blood from the whip. "Was that so hard?" he cooed to you. He lay a hand flat on your back; the salt from his skin made you cry all the harder, which in turn made the demon press on the wounds, drawing still more blood. He removed his hand after a few minutes, licking it clean before rolling you onto your side to look at him. Your tear-stained face was stunning. He promptly began to peel away your clothing, much to your disbelief, buried somewhere beneath the heavy coat of pain. He was aroused by this?
Then again, he was a demon. He had always been turned on by your pain. Always.
You fucking sadist...
Sliding into you may have been difficult but not impossible, as the demon used your blood as a lubricant. Your body began to cringe and shake; this on top of all the pain was too much for you to bear. Silently you lay still and took him, as you always had. No love in his motions; when had there ever been love?
"Oh, darling, don't think like that," Dark murmured, pumping eagerly into you. God, you were so deliciously tight. "I've always loved you. You simply do not handle my love the way others had."
Others? "H-how...?" you managed, too fearful of looking into his face and seeing the joy he was getting out of causing you pain.
"Many, many others. All of them were treated equally, but you are my first innocent one. All the rest had been corrupted in some way." Groaning, he reached down and stroked the side of your face. Tears began to roll down your cheeks again, but he only thrust harder, his grip on your legs tightening. "You have been the most fun, darling. The way you fear looking into my eyes is a feeling I've never gotten tired of. I love you." With one last, rough push he finished, spasming inside of you. At long last he pulled away, panting just a little bit harder. You were a bloody, sobbing mess. So perfect.
Things were just as they should be. Back to the way they were. Perfect.
