hangs a large sign at the start of the scene.
Warning.
This scene is written as unsafe and nonconsensual.

...striding in wearing a long pale lavender silk dress...my well-muscled arms bare...my long sword sheathed in the brown leather waiststrap...my high boots soiled
with mud...one long chestnut braid bound with a brown leather cord hanging down my back...holding my head high...my dark eyes scanning the room nervously...trying to remain calm...

Striding? I doubt it.
The two sturdy aides-de-camp laugh at the pace they made you keep up with, each with a huge hand gripped around your arms, and they thrust you roughly to the floor before Me.

Your face smashes into the ground mere inches from My right boot. One short sharp kick with it seems to catch your attention.

I have your attention now. I trust.

...struggling against the firm grips...spitting at the orderlies as they try to hold me...unable to break free, feeling the bruises sink into my bare arms... scowling... surprised groan as my face smashes to the floor...breathing
heavily...groaning again as Your boot sinks into my head... raising my head fiercely...my eyes hot and defiant...my face contorted with rage...

Little warrior girl. the cold deep voice purrs Little captive.

Are you as strong as they say?
And I grab you by that slender neck as you try to rise up, one dark leather glove at your throat lifts you and chokes you in one slow hard grip.

Are you as strong as We hope?

My smile spreads slowly, and it is a cold hard smile, as my ice eyes cut to the lightly-curtained alcove.

We bear disappointment poorly.

...gasping...my dark eyes still fierce and full of rage...barely managing to spit in Your face as Your fingers sink into my neck...hissing raggedly...
yess...You will pay for this...
...choking again...trying to catch my breath...my blazing indignant ebony eyes lock on You with burning hatred... enraged by the cold hardness of Your smile...struggling in Your grip...kicking at You savagely...hissing louder...my long braid knocking against my back...gasping as i snarl at You with the small amount of breath i have left...

Chill and hard, yes, and gripping that fragile neck, ah, when you spit the temptation to snap it is a difficult one to fight, but then where would be My play?

And I watch your tight body heave and writhe with rage and fire, and I think I will have fine sport.

I don't snap your neck. My grasp tightens, and My free hand slowly wipes your spittle away. Pausing, midair.

And then, still damp from your victim kiss, cutting viciously into your captive face with a solid thudding backhand.

...i such my breath in sharply as you grip my neck tighter...shivering as i writhe in fury..... biting at Your hand as you wipe my spittle away... my hissing low and guttural......and Your damp hand *SLAMS* savagely into my high cheekbone....aaAAAAAAAAAAHHH...screaming as my head snaps back...Your hand sinking into my cheek...my ragefilled eyes misting...choking for air...teeth snapping at Your hand...but my head stays down...my eyes averted...scowling as i wince in pain...hissing fiercely under my fleeting breath...my long bound braid hanging down in front of me as my cheekbone sings from the hard thud of Your big hand...

It's a quiet night, My girl. The low voice chills you. I hope to fill it with your screams. It's been a while since We've heard good ones. Your last one. Ah. We will have more, and better.

My aides take you by your straining arms again, as I release My grip, your throat already wearing the red and blue collar of bruises that My broad hand gave you.

The table. I tell them, and they take you to a solid thick wood table, unspeakably stained, darkly stained, in the middle of the room. And they rip off those battleground boots, and they strap you to it, at wrist and ankle.

...taking in deep breaths as Your hands cease constricting my throat... suddenly ill at ease...struggling against the bruising grip of the two burly men...thinking
these are not ordinary camp soldiers...and You are no ordinary Officer...shrieking as the orderlies rip off my soiled battleweathered boots...scraping the sweat-seared leather from my feet...shivering slightly as the aides strap my wrist and ankles down...trying to appear calm... maintaining a scowl as i feel the dark collar of Your handmark on my throat.....trying not to think of what the stain is from...remembering that i have seen death before... steadying myself...but why this sinking uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach?...i tug at my bonds from wrist and ankle...my gnawing uneasiness growing as i realize i am indeed secured beyond escape...my dark eyes flash nervously towards you...

Slowly, painfully slowly, as a lover undressing, I loosen the collar of My crisp steel grey uniform tunic as I approach the table, seeing that you are tight in place, indeed.

I pull a heavy box from below the table, open it caressingly, My eyes shining with love at the things inside it.

I love the objects in this box. That much is clear. And you are so so much less than an object.

Your struggles. How useless. What poetry. Something washes over Me as I undo the rest of the tunic's fastenings. It is not a good thing. But it's a powerful one.

...trying to block out that voice inside me...my arms shaking slightly as i try to steady myself...Your tone unnerves me...i remind myself You are only a man... and i have killed many men before...resuming the appearance of calm...and yet that box...i hear the metallic slide as You pull the box from below the table...and i can feel those haunting blue eyes on the box...watching with increasing trepidation as You undo the tunic's fastenings...heat rising in my chest as my face flushes darkly...feeling the power of Your chilling eyes...

I remove something from the box, and you hear a clean metallic slide. Your head twists. You see a slender damascene blade unsheathed, a blade so fine you could hire a platoon with its price.

It is clean, it is beautiful. It is a part of Me.

...listening to the box slide open...shivering as You loosen Your tunic...not letting my eyes linger on the broadly muscled chest as You approach...my breath quickening....turning to see what You are holding...low gasp as my eyes fix on the prize in Your hand...unable to turn away at the finery of the slender blade...the practiced savage grace with which You hold it...flushing nervously...

I hold the glorious blade in strong but elegant hands. I handle it as a surgeon would, it is more than an old friend. I lightly hold it against one knuckle, flick a hair or two away -- you shrink from the sharpness as much as you covet it.

...my eyes fix on those big knuckles...hungering for Your blade yet longing to slice Your pale skin with it...shrinking back...my body trembling...

I grab that thick braid of yours, jerk your head sharply to face mine. I smile gently, my eyes already glazed over, as your dark ones lock on me in hatred.

I bring the beautiful steel to My lips, and kiss it, gently, like a lover. Our eyes still locked, I lower the blade from My lips to yours.

Kiss Me. I whisper, the wicked sharp steel at your parted lips. Thank Me for what you are about to receive.

It's not a request.

...my face darkens as You grab my thick braid...yanking my head to Yours...gasping as i see Your gentle smile... and my ebony eyes blaze with fierce vengeance as i watch Your lips caress the blade...shivering heavier...my lips press
against the cold steel blade...those icecold eyes chilling me...low whisper...
You will...never get away with this...
feeling the steel at my parted lips...shivering again... trying to steady myself...barely succeeding...

The geneva convention does not fucking apply here.

The blade flickers at your lips. One deft sharp jab and a hot line of pain nicks you, and the sweet red blood wells on your outraged mouth. I drop your braid. I am entranced by the thick red liquid. With the leather-gloved finger of My free hand, I trace the blood over your lips, painting you with yourself. The knife returns to your mouth.

Kiss Me. Thank Me.

aaAAAAAHHHHH.....one sharp scream as Your blade jab at my lips...feeling the thick red bead welling at my mouth... my hard chest heaving as You trace the blood over my lips... low hoarse whisper as the knife returns to my lips... frowning... kissing the blade slowly...
....thank You...
....cursing in my mind at You and the strange heat that is spreading through my thighs in spite of the chill... knowing resistance will make things worse...

I watch the sweat welling as your captive body struggles. I watch it indulgently, smiling as I see your nipples erect beneath the light silk. The aides took your belt and boots before strapping you down, but they left that silk for Me. They knew.

Oh yes. They knew.

...feeling my thighs slick and hot...my face reddening deeper as You watch my hard nipples press against the thin silk tunic...scowling again...looking to one side away
from Your face and those cold, hard, mesmerizing iceblue eyes...sucking in my breath sharply...trying not to shiver as i feel Your eyes on my thin silk tunic...and that blade...my sweats glistens from my skin...mingling with the blood on my lower lip...

Did no-one teach you to kiss better than that? I whisper, My smile spreading in a way you do not like. No passion? No feeling?

My dagger flicks another nick out of your mouth, and the air is cold on the cut, and an aide brings Me a goblet of a spirit whose strength you can smell even through your fear. I take a solid gulp of it, two, gasp roughly at its potency, and bend to a mere hairsbreadth from your lips. I dribble some onto the fresh wounds. The strong alcohol eats into your cut flesh like fire as I press My mouth onto yours, licking, sucking, that hot wild blood up, and your struggles against the screaming pain serve only to force more blood up for Me.

...aaaAAAhhhhh....screaming as Your dagger scrapes my mouth...tasting my own blood welling on my lips...inhaling the searing sting of the alcohol as Your face bends to mine....my bruised cheek hot and flushed...letting out one low moan of pain as my skin burns...and then the hard press of Your mouth on mine...wanting to bite but instead kissing back hard...fiercely...my tongue sinking into Your mouth
greedily...eyes half-closed...feeling wetheat rising between my legs...blushing fiercely...moaning into Your throat...as that voice ripples through me...ohgodddd....and i almost whisper yesss...but i remember where i am...and i try desperately to regain my steel toughness...and i would rather die than yield...but ohsweetfuck why is my body yielding to Your hard lips on mine.....

A dark low snort of satisfaction, you feel it escape Me, hah, and I don't care. What you feel doesn't matter, save as I ordain. I stand, My mouth curved into a crooked halfsmile stained red with your pain now, and grip My dagger hard, My black leather glove an ugly fist around its hilt.

Feel for Me. The words hiss.

And the butt of My hand slams into your lower gut.

The knob at the daggers hilt deeply bruises the flesh directly above your mound, and for one dizzy second you think you hear your pelvis crack from the force of the blow.

...aaAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH......loudlong sSSSCREAAMMm as
the knobbed dagggerhilt slAAAMMMMMMSSSss into my lower gut...groaning as i writhe and twist in agony....my hands and ankles struggling to break free...scraping against my bonds...my dizzzy screams continuing and i hear the hard thud of the heavy knobbed hilt as it stabs into me...... closing my eyes as i feel my blood running out of me...head spinning.....reeling dizzy...gasping as slick red pain sears my pelvis....

Feel for Me.

I whisper like a lover, as My fist slams against your pelvis again, and the red stain that forms on the light silk tells Me that My dagger hilt broke the skin above the bone, and I gasp with erotic pleasure at the sight.

Your screams are music. Feel for Me. My fist drives into your gut again. You swear you hear Me moan.

...lowragged hiss as the painrips into my gut...heavingas i feel the heatofmy blood run down my thigh...spitting fiercely as i feel the roomspinning...
..basstard....
...aaaAAAAAHHHHHHH...long loud moans as the icy whisper ripsinto me before Your heavy fistfucking *SLLLAAMMS* into my pelvis...and the room rocksbefore my eyes...my head dizzy...as i sway against the table...screamin loudly,,,,,and another pounding SLAM...as i feel my body slipping...like water drowninginto the table as i bleed... deep loud painfilled moaansss...barely hearing Your gasp of
pleasure as i scream...feelingsofucking hot suddenly...so confused...aching...

My cold eyes left sanity behind long ago, and I kiss the blade gently, stabbing it into only the silk between your breasts, letting you feel its presence but not yet its bite, letting the slitted silk anchor it to your moaning bucking body like an offering on an altar.

I've overheated Myself. The orderlies know, they're at the buckles at my leather, the fastenings of my uniform, My chest is bare in seconds, and you see drops of My sweat shine in the halflight, and you see My deeply eroticized breathing.

...watching Your mouth as You kiss the blade...those cold cruel eyes haunting in their passion...aaAAAHHHHH... screaming as the knife stabs into the silk between my firm young breasts...moaning loudly suddenly aching...noteven
knowing why...and even as the blood sticks against my skinand the silk as it runs downmy leg i know it is not the stinging pain that is this aching...my hard feverish breasts bucking against the blade...twisting as i writhe still moaning to see the orderlies unstrap Your uniform... low gasp as Your bare nipples glisten with sweat and Your
chest heaves...soft whisper as i feel Your hunger.....low gasp....ohgoddddd...

My still-gloved hand finds My dagger's hilt, My fingers graze your sheathed belly as I retake My blade, and one short jerk is enough to slice the thin silk clear to your neck.

I take the light cloth in My left fist, and rip the rest of the sweaty bloody rags from you. Your body is My instrument, and I am making My music with you, and your screams are My song.

I smile. It is ugly, the heavy loincloth of dark bruise and bright blood I have ringed your battered hips with. It is ugly, and beautiful. I take another long pull from the goblet, and bring the burning spirits to the torn flesh at your thatch.

And when My mouth gives you that liquid fire, you sing for Me as you burn.

...oohhhhgodd....my feverish sweatdrenched breasts heaving...breathing raggedly trying not to move as Your fingers graze my stomach...moaning low and deep in my throat at Your touch...and the blade slices the silk all the way up my body...arching my neck to one side as the searing ache of the gashes coarses through me...moaning softly as You rip the bloody tatters of my silk from me...naked and shivering...feeling Your power....face sofucking hot...and i
am screaming again as i feel Your cold cruel eyes watching me...feeling Your control and suddenly so fucking afraid as i remember where iam...

...writhing as i try to twist away...seeing Your mouth at the goblet...andtheennn shaking as Your mouth
descends...OOOHMYGODDDAAaaagggghhhhh....screamingsofucking loud as my flesh sears from Your mouth on hot aching skin...bloody andbruised....moaning loudlyas the pain spreads across my flesh...hands twisting...and i feelmyselfso fucking wet...unable to break away...

Low evil voices murmur approval from the alcove, as you sing for the Men who brought you here, o My sweet instrument. I drink from the goblet again, the point of My blade nicking into your navel, puddling a bright liquid ruby for Me there, in the center of your taut belly. The daggers clean sharp tip traces a slender red line down from your navel, lower, lower, the pain tracing into your thatch and -- lower --

I suck the hot red jewel from your belly, mix it with another mouthful of spirit, and lick wet fire along the line of pain I opened on your lower belly, releasing the gulp of searing liquid into the lips that the twin edges of My blade scraped raw.

I laugh, cold and hard and Male, as your battered pelvis bucks for more of Me.

...OHHHGOODDDDD..hearing the voicesagainst my ears as i realize there are onlookers...drowning in the feelingof my own bloodwet and hot pooling on myskin..louududdscreaammm as the blade nicks intomy navel and the blade slices lower....deephuskymoooaann...feeling the pain at my thatch
andohhhgoddd......shaking so fuckingscared...

...OHGODDYEEESSSS..mybody burns from the searing heat of theliquid as Your suck the red jewel at my navel....bucking into You even as the pain rips across my flessh... screaming...aching for Your mouth on my flesh... .....OHGOOODDDD....fuckingSCREREEAAAMING as the searing liquid burnsinto my raw bloodied lips....low looouudd moan deep in my throat as Your cold hard laugh sings through me...shivering....skin glistening with sweat and bloodd....my deeply battered hips bucking forward... sofuckinghungry and confused...wanting more...sofucking scared...

The rough laughter grows more raucous in appreciation as your screams sing to the drumbeat of your bucking thudding body on the wood. One night has always been enough before, but you, you I think I will keep. I like the rage behind your screams.

The orderlies know. My belt has been undone, My uniform trousers opened, My caged cock released.

I'm going to finish you with a different blade.

This time, the weapon that hits your bloodreddened lips is my angry straining cock. Again I tell you

Kiss Me.

There is nothing left in My eyes save the cold promise of the Man who is going to hurt you. Hurt you hard.

My cock is at your mouth, and My blade has already drawn the first little bite below your ear. It is a promise, yes.

Kiss Me. You hear the quiet command.

...oohgoddd....trembling as Your rough laughter thunder through me like the sharp blade that has marked my flesh...and then i hear Your belt come undone...my legs shaking uncontrollably...my darkly bruised face flushed as i stare in wild terror at that thick cock...ohgodd...sofucking scared...not even knowing what to say.....swallowing trying to catch my breath as my muscles tense...clenching my legs tightly...watching You...my dark eyes wide...gasping....

...dizzygasps as i feel Your straining cock press violently against my blood-salted lips...shaking... tearsfalling down my cheeks...freezing...barely able to move as i feel Your thick cock at my mouth....tears streaming down my dark red cheeks as i feel Your blade slice behind my ear...and i know i...can't resist...and i can't...ohmygod.. .so fuckingscared...knowing if i sink my jaws into Your flesh there will be hell to pay...and i can't...my full lips
trembling...feelingso fucking weak...

My knife draws sharp little lines below your jaw, one for each gasp of air that fails to bring your mouth to thank My cock.

Kiss Me. Thank Me.

...gasping raggedly as Your knife slices me again...then lowering my eyes...closing them as i sheathe my teeth with my lips...so fucking mad...and then sliding Your cock into my hot aching mouth..suddenly hungry...and i slide my tongue
along Your cock...sucking deep...shaking as my hot tears fall...loving You and hating You...so fuckinglossssttt..... moaning into Your thick shaft as i hatemyself...for wanting You so fucking bad...and i drinkdeepp...my lips fastening around your cock so tightly i gasp air...

My free hand jerks into your bleeding raw snatch, angry and hard. My fingers hook up inside you, and you nearly pass out from the whitelightning pain at your bludgeoned pelvis.

Yes. Thank Me. Thank Me for this pain.

My laughter is hard and cold as you sing so sweetly around My cock, and I will make you thank Me further still.

....aaaAAAAHHHH...fuckingscreaming as Yourfingers ram into my rawbleeding snatch...andohgoddd...i canfeel the skin
rippp...fuckingSSCCCREEAAMINGand i can barely breathe... my dizzy screams muffled againstYour cock...and i hate everything...sofuckinghot....hating You...hatingmyself.... sofucking loosssttt as i drivemy throat down onYour
thick swelled cock...drowning infear and lust...sobbing as Your thick shaft drives deep down my burning throat...

I pull the knife back as you suck, and My thumb locks atop your mound, My big fingers hooked inside you. I pull your straining pelvis off the table using your snatch like a fucking handle, slam you down hard against the wood and My tight grip eats your ripped flesh alive, and I hear your screams sing into My cock filling your throat as I slam you.

...AAAAHHHFUCKINGSCREamiinnggg into Your cockas Your big fingers hook up inside my wet rawbleeding vulva upand slam me sofuckingHARD against the wood..my battered body thudding down again on my spine....ohgodddd... barelyholding on...thepain is sofuckingbaddd.....screaming intoYourcock as You drive down my throat.....

I like the way your hips tense and clench as you fight My hand. I smile as I pull My shining cock back from your mouth, and it shines wet and red from your bleeding lips, but I have more to make bleed.

I mount the table quickly, never losing My rough grip at your pelvis, never breaking the rhythm that slams your aching battered body around.

I still have My dagger. I grip your crotch harder, pull you up rougher, higher, as I wedge My thickly booted legs beneath you.

I poise the tip of My knife at your sweet virgin assring. Slit one, slit two. Sweet sticky red blood lubes the monster cock below, so hot to hear the screams from this last violation.

....aaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHH...OHGODDDD....tensingfiercely as You mount the table...fuckingTHUDinto the table as my battered body slams on the table evenly...shaking as the tearsand blood mix with my sweat...my thick muscles clenching...licking the blood off my lips...gasping...

A deep low moan at the back of My throat as My bloodwet cock touches your ass. My hand jerks you, guides you, poor wretched raw meat that you now are, to where I can take you hard ...

...and I do.

My fingers dig, My fist yanks, and My thick cock rips your cut ass wide.

...gasping sharply as You pull me up roughly...those leatherbooted legs jabbinginto me...and Your knife presses against the tip ofmy tight virgin assring... ohhgGGGGOOODDandthe knife slits intomy flesh.... fuckingSSCCCREEAAAMINGas i sobbb...and my stingingblood slides ontoYour cock...my assmuscles tensing fiercely...

Oh, god, the force I ram you with, ream you with!

You swear I will rip you off the table with the violence I thrust into you. Your wrists and ankles strain, sprain, as you scream, as I grunt, so far from sanity, so close to paradise.

Thank Me I demand with each vicious thrust. My grunts are deep and bestial, My salt sweat drips into your opened
flesh and you scream anew at each drop, and still I order you Thank Me.

...ohhhgggGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD.....andYourfuckingTHICKcock
drives upinto my tight virgin ass...rippingmyfuckingflesh,,, and i can hear my flesh insides tear...shakingas the tears rundown my cheeks...and Your handguidesYou into me sofucking HARD i barely stay consciousss...and Your deep low moan slicesintome as Your cock rapesmy assss...and i fuckingSSSSCCCCRREEEEAAAAMMMMMM.....

Your screams send Me. Fuck they send Me.

Thank Me.

I demand, rough hands slamming your face, bludgeoning your aching chest.

The sticking wet above my drilling shaft from the blood and sweat of you mixes with the juice that drools from your gripped snatch and I beat My cock up your ass with deep raking frenzy and you feel that thick rod thicken before I unload...

Thank Me.

...OHHHGGOOOOODDDDDDDD.....feelingYour brutal thrust into me as istrain to break free even as You ram Yourcock sofuckingdeep all the way up insideme... and mybattered bodyfuckingSLAMS into the table as You takemesofuckingHARD i can barely see and my eyes are closed...iachesofuckingbad... and i want You...even as i fight it...
....OOOHHHGGGGOOODDDDDDDD....Your deep rabid grunts rock
through me as Yourhandsfuckingpound me into the table and i lose all sense oftimee...SSCCCREEAAAAMINNNGNGGGas i feelYour sweat on raw opened flesh...the gashes stinging and aching everywhere...face feverish andaching....ohggoddd...ican barely think...and i hear Your order...fucking stunned...still screamiiingg....my low raggedd hisisss.....thhhankyyouuu....fuckinggoddyesss,,,THANKYYYYOOUUUUUU...and my screams break long and loud...beyond thought...beyond reason...

Pump and thrust, ram and ream, My gutteral grunts explode into a bellow as I let GO

Fuckinnngggshitttgoddddammmmmyesssss

Hard inside you, taking, hurting, aching, spurting, deep streams of a darker heat, a mark more savage, My cum writes My name deep inside you and you are marked Mine.

My grip jerks you one last time, and I rip My hand away, sweating, straining with the release, bracing My big gloved hands to either side of your mangled body to hold Me up, and My salt sweat drips, like little flames, into you still.

I clear My head. And snort a chuckle you don't understand. Yes, you'll survive. I can hurt you again.

And again. And Again.

I shake My sweaty hair out of My eyes, once, twice, like a wet dog. I pull out, climb off the table. As the din of your pounding blood subsides, you hear the voices of your captors in cruel rounds of approval at your performance. You hear the sucked-in breath of their women, when they see the mess I made of you.

OHHHHHHGODDFUCKINGyyess....and i SSCSCCREAAAMMM not even knowing whyi want You so fuckingbadddd....struggling against the hardslammmm all the way upmy bleedingaching assss....as Your thick rod stiffens and i moan loudly.... as You ram my insides with Your rabidhunger...sofuckingweettttt..... OOOOHHGGGGOOOODDDDDDDDDD...and issssSSSCCCREEAAAAMMM
Your brutal hands dig into me as You gripme and Your cock
fuckingSHOOOOTTSSintome.....losingmyself in the searing pain of mybloodied ass as Your juices explode inside meeeee....and i ache forYousofuckingbad...ionlyscreaeammm... becausewords would betray howmuch iwant You......and i am marked Yours with every spurting hot stream inside me....

She's still alive? you dimly hear the voices.

One aide hands me a towel and a refilled goblet. The other begins to wipe a biting antiseptic over the turgid red wounds that cover you. And you hear My voice confirm, with a satisfied menace

Yes. I'm going to keep her alive -- more or less -- until I take *all* her pain.

My smile is heartless as I take their praises.

*All* of it.

...gasping through red tearstained eyes as You pull out and climb off thetable...shaking even more as i hear You chuckle...i watch Your hair through blootshot eyes reeling so much i can barely see...and i hear the roaring voices and thegasps of the assembled...wishing i could hide my nakedness...

The orderlies clean you and bandage you with clipped precision. I watch them, chuckling at how many places I left no mark on. I'll take care of that, in time. And your screams will sing for this camp for a *long* time.

As they chain your ankles together, your hands, I bring My goblet to your salved lips. A sip of this, yes, I think we all agree you earned it. And just think what you have yet to earn, little bird.

...shivering and wincing as the antiseptic bites into the wounds that coverme...and that menacing voices thrills and terrifies me...my body numb in places...bloodied and raw in otherss...and so feverishly hot yet chilled...my dark eyes averted.....wondering what i have gotten into...trying to gather where i am and what is going to happen to me...deep sigh of relief as i realized i will not die from this savagery...yet...still shivering...

...drinking greedily from the goblet...feeling the growls of my own hunger pangs...the cold press of metal as the metal clinks and the chains fasten my ankles and my wrists together...my own soft moan surprising me....wondering if it is better to live or survive this torture over time... listening to all the voices...trying to learn what the hell is happening...

My orderlies take you, battered, naked, shackled, and chain you to the foot of My bed in a large room not far from the one where the cruel voices still marvel that you survived.

Through the halflight, you watch My orderlies finish undressing Me, watch them bathe Me, watch me use them somewhat less harshly than I used you.

You don't quite understand it, but, with a force and need that surprises you, you're smugly pleased that it's *your* pain I want.

Your pain.

...watching as You take Your orderlies...marvelling at the brutal power of Your body...and knowing they don't drive Your fury the way i do...wondering what is happening to me...as i realize how badly i want You...and i want You to crave me...

my pain is Yours, Master.

Perhaps I shall.
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