I'm In Love With a Killer ~ Sonadow

Chapter 32 |Perfect Smile|

|Shadow's.POV|

After hours of hearing his screaming and cries to let go, I did. He was curled up in a ball by his pillow with his tail between his legs. He was covering his body from me, as it was his only little defense against me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer to cuddle. He cried a little louder from this, now that he was afraid of me touching him. I buried my face in his warm neck and made myself comfortable. His body was shaky and trembling from my touch. I lightly massaged his ear that I had bit on, the tip was red and looked close to bleeding. He whimpered while he was mumbling something to himself. I smiled and nuzzled his shoulder, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over his naked body. He was so tired out from our intense love. At least in my eyes it was love.

|Sonic's.POV|

He touched me in very personal places. He ripped me apart from the inside, I don't think I'll be able to walk for days. When he was penetrating me, I felt him clawing my hips and at times, my thighs. His bite marks were all over my chest and my neck. He was lying when he said he'd be gentle. My insides felt like they were being mutilated by a knife with every hard thrust he did. He groaned and moaned in pleasure, while I had cried and screamed while watching him do those horrible things to me. When he was finished I could see the lower half of my body was stained with red and white. My legs twitched when it was all over, and I couldn't feel much of my body for a while. He spent all this time hurting and ripping me apart. My face was dripping with those warm and salty tears that it became normal at this point. I never knew I could cry so much. My throat hurt from all the screaming and whining. Though it hurt so much when I did so, a sharp pain in my chest was built for every breath I took. The lower half of my body felt numb, but soon it would hurt to move. I curled my whole body together into a tight ball where I hid my face away from the monster who raped me for hours. I shivered from his touch when he pulled me in to cuddle. What did I do to deserve any of this? His hot breath was sinking into my neck and shoulders. I heard him humming to himself, he was happy and filled with joy. How could he be happy when he saw me in this pain? He would hurt me sometimes but this was something different. He's threatening to turn me into a doll, his doll. Ripping me apart into something different, the thought of hooks going through my hips and stabbing through my flesh made me feel squeamish.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep in a tense and tight position that was so uncomfortable. It was sure to sprain my neck when I woke up again.

|Shadow's.POV|

He was always so cute when he was sleeping. Sometimes he'd look like a fluffy kitten when he'd wake up. I decided to start cleaning him up. I'd gently wipe away the left over traces of the blood that came out of him, along with any other fluids. I cleaned his fur so that he didn't smell like sweat and tears. He cried a whole lot during that time, and it was cute. He looks so cute. I sat on the bed and held his head over my lap, where I lightly brushed his quills. They'd gotten so messy and out of place, I just had to fix them so he'd look perfect. Perfect like he already is, his perfect face. His perfect body, his perfect personality. Perfect eye color. Perfect size. Perfect smile.

I touched his stitches and realized that I could make his smile better than it already was. It would be messy, but that's the price you pay for perfection. I grab out my little knife and cut off all the thread from his face. I then held his face near my chest and started cutting through the loop holes on his mouth, extending his mouth size. I used the loop holes as a guide to cut through his cheek and make his smile look bigger. The long extended smile ended with a small curve going up to replicate a smile. His blood gushed out onto my hands and dripped all over the bed. His face looked like it was painted with blood, and he looked just as beautiful as he did the first time I made him a smile. It takes me back to the good times when he first came over to my house. I concentrated and did the same thing for the other side of his smile, cutting through his cheek, again using the loop holes as a guide to cut through.

When I finished, his mouth looked so much wider and extended. It was gorgeous to see. A wider smile would make his tears seem like tears of joy. I finished the smile up by stitching the skin back together after just being separated by the carvings that I just did. His smile took up so much of his face that It made me smile back at him. "That's it, you're my happy doll", I cooed at him. He didn't respond, like always, when I did this. Blood trails were pouring down his face and onto the sheets where he had slept. I cleaned off the blood from his very fragile face and laid him back down in bed where I tucked him in with the blankets that weren't stained with blood. When he wakes up, he'll be in a whole lot more pain than he was when he got his first smile.

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