[SilentFeather]

I smirk, boiling two to three eggs for the day like I had now done. Arriving to your room each morning I force you to consume egg after egg after peeling the outer shells. I watch you eagerly, finding such joy in the presence of your pains. I knew that you were on the verge of pregnancy but I kept that a secret until it was the correct time to tell of the true reason.

I did as I wished with your body, raping you, bruising you and so much more. I smiled once again, never wanting to be gentle or caring of you. Not even in the very slightest. I scowled as I heard the disgusting sounds of you vomiting. Without a word I walked off to my room, retrieving the sex weapon which was my trusty, roughly leather pitch black colored whip.

"You love ticking me off, don't you?" I say low, a tone to my voice which would not ever allow disobedience. Not even a single bit of it. "You cant eat a single egg? .. pathetic!" I smirk each time you would cry out as I struck your exposed backside and puffy, sensitive breasts. I did not stop whipping you until I was satisfied. By the time I was you was a sadly bruised and bloody mess.

"You deserve each whip, bruise and cut my whip puts upon you." I chuckle with a sadistic smirk, feeling aroused with the marks that I placed upon your sadly weakening body. "I love it when you suffer, cry and scream." I lick my lips in desire, forcing you to clean up vomit as I watch you with a smile on my handsome, eager to please face.

I was once a caring man but time had turned my once warm heart ice cold. That reason was because of losing many lovers. All of them were because of death's bony hands. I do a twist to my tortures, placing both hands upon your neck and choking you before biting down on a side of you to mark you as mine. I was not a vampire but I did not care.

I remove the shell of one egg, shoving it into your mouth roughly. I love causing you to suffer with each passing day.


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(I would love that. And this will be fun like it is so far.)