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Wearing His Bells
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Her arms had gone numb behind her, but she still felt the pressure of his grip pushing them sharply into the small of her back. His words taunted her, speaking to her deepest fear. Even at the hand of Marcus, the thought of rape terrified her. But this wasn't Marcus, this was the she-demon; had it been Marcus himself, she may have been able to fight the fear and take what he demanded, what he needed.
Her mind scrambled frantically for an answer. She had frozen once before beneath his hand but with his urging and direction, had answered him as he had wished and given him what he needed.
There was no such offer made this time. She was left to her own devices, which were few in the area of sex and sexual choices. She knew only what Marcus had taught her up to now and that had been done by his loving, patient hand.
Danni tried to voice her distress, only to feel the pressure of his hand shove her more firmly into the bed. She shook her head, searching for the answer. She knew it was there somewhere, beyond the visage of pain and humiliation she now felt.
"I, I don't know what you want," she began then winced when he twisted her wrists up behind her.
"Please, just tell me and I'll gladly give it to you."
Her body burned with pain, her mind was numb against the thought that her Marcus was hurting her, allowing her to be hurt to this extent. She had thought her pleas would pull him from his reverie deep within his mind, but still the demon tortured and degraded her.
Once again Danni tried to force the memorized image of Marcus smiling at her with deep love into her mind, but it was jerked from her by his cruel, scraping hands as he lifted her and moved her towards the edge of their bed.
"Please, Marcus?" Her voice was just a whisper above the cackle of the she-demons triumphant laugh.
Her mind scrambled frantically for an answer. She had frozen once before beneath his hand but with his urging and direction, had answered him as he had wished and given him what he needed.
There was no such offer made this time. She was left to her own devices, which were few in the area of sex and sexual choices. She knew only what Marcus had taught her up to now and that had been done by his loving, patient hand.
Danni tried to voice her distress, only to feel the pressure of his hand shove her more firmly into the bed. She shook her head, searching for the answer. She knew it was there somewhere, beyond the visage of pain and humiliation she now felt.
"I, I don't know what you want," she began then winced when he twisted her wrists up behind her.
"Please, just tell me and I'll gladly give it to you."
Her body burned with pain, her mind was numb against the thought that her Marcus was hurting her, allowing her to be hurt to this extent. She had thought her pleas would pull him from his reverie deep within his mind, but still the demon tortured and degraded her.
Once again Danni tried to force the memorized image of Marcus smiling at her with deep love into her mind, but it was jerked from her by his cruel, scraping hands as he lifted her and moved her towards the edge of their bed.
"Please, Marcus?" Her voice was just a whisper above the cackle of the she-demons triumphant laugh.