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I began to moan without thinking.

“That’s it, bluebird, moan for me.” He never stopped rubbing my clit, never stopped fucking me with the handle of the knife. I shut my eyes and tried to imagine I was somewhere else. I tried to imagine that it was somebody else, maybe a stranger, fucking me with a dildo. I tried to envision a pleasurable fantasy.

It helped, only a little bit though. Tears were still leaking out of my eyes, the pain from where he branded me and the pain of the lashes brought me back to reality every time I tried to slip away.

“Filthy fucking slut. All mine. I want you to fuck yourself on the knife. You can do it. Just lower your hips every time I shove in.” Malakar demanded with shaky breaths. He was insane. Lost in his mind. I didn’t want to obey, but I had to, I realized.

I started to fuck myself on the knife. Every time I moved, his finger moved with my body on my clit. I screamed out in pain, then pleasure, then pain again. It was too much.

“Keep going, Starla, don’t you dare stop. You’re going to break one way or another.” Malakar shoved the handle in faster, deeper, harder. Cries were pouring out of my lips, it was getting hard to breathe, but there was nothing I could do about it now.

He was breaking me in the worst way.

“I want you to cum for me, little bluebird. Fucking cum on my knife so I know how you love it.” His thumb rubbed tiny, fast circles on my clit. The pressure was building, but I couldn’t get there. I had to, I had to.

I think he could see that, so he started talking again, trying to get me there. “Imagine it’s my cock sliding in and out of you. Imagine me fucking you into the mattress. Listen to my voice, bluebird, be a good little girl and cum for me. All for me.”

I tried to focus on his voice. Tried to focus on the images in my head.

“You’re such a pretty girl when you’re moaning for me, I bet you look even prettier when my cock is in your pussy, or in your mouth. Would you like that? Hm? My cock shoved deep in your throat? My cum sliding down your throat?”

“Fuck… Malakar, I’m so close,” I panted, pushing myself to stay present, to allow myself to feel the sensations even though I wanted to fucking die. Eventually, the pain in my body turned to numbness. It helped with building up to a climax.

“Pretty bluebird, sing for me with your moans, you’re so close, baby.” My moans spilled from my mouth one after the other. I wiggled and moved with the knife’s rhythm, the rough texture of his thumb on my clit.

My mind was spiraling, I’m so close to breaking, I wanted to hold it off, make it go away. The second I break for him, it’s over.

My body started to shake. I moaned and moaned so loudly, moving my head from side to side, my hands scrabbling to hold onto something. The orgasm slammed into me at full force. It was so fucking painful, not even pleasurable. I cried and cried, and moaned at the same time.

He kept fucking me with the knife, even after I came. The friction made me ache terribly.

“That’s a good little bluebird. I knew you could do it. Your body loves this. Tell me I made you feel good, tell me you loved it.” He stopped fucking me. I laid there, heaving and whimpering. A dead thing.

“No…” I whispered.

“Fucking say it!” He slapped my tit with the handle of the knife. I cried out and opened my eyes.

“Okay! Okay. I loved it, Malakar. I loved it so much,” I said while tears streaked down my face. Liquid was sticking to my thighs, I’m pretty sure the friction of the knife made me bleed.

“Good girl, you’re my special bluebird. I’ll give you what you really want now.”

He took his pants off, then his boxers, until he was nude in front of me. His cock was so hard. I could see precum leaking from the tip.

Fuck, he was going to break me. I couldn’t stand anymore pain. I tried to close my legs, but he pried them open.

“Don’t hide from me, Starla darling, you’ll learn to love this. To love me. The others didn’t like it, but you’re different. I know it.” He sat back on his haunches and positioned himself in front of my pussy.

Why did this have to happen to me? I couldn’t believe it. One minute I was on the road, going towards the unknown. Then, I’m trapped in a house belonging to a psychotic monster.

The dark kept spinning, and I continued to fade.

“I don’t want it!” I tried to protest. Maybe he might have a heart. Maybe he could feel something.

“Liar! You want it, you do.” He spit on his hand to jerk his cock. He didn’t waste anymore time, he pushed into my core. His hands held my thighs, pushing them back towards me.

I screamed out. The pain of it was worse than the knife. He pushed in so deep, and I had no choice but to take it.

“So fucking warm, bluebird. Fuck. Perfect for me.” He fucked me fast and hard. The bed squeaked and bounced with every thrust. My body was a doll for him to fuck and use. I didn’t engage, I couldn’t. I just laid there and let him fuck me, let him touch me.