That bitch...
I've lost her. My fox mask lies on the ground. I can't believe she deceived me. I didn't notice her picking up sand from the ground. Now, my eyes are in pain, throbbing and slightly red.
Ugh.
I picked up my fox mask and continued to stroll through the forest effortlessly. I knew where I was headed. I've been here ever since I got involved with my Little Flower. She's incredibly addictive—like a drug. And I would embrace countless vices if it meant indulging in her.
How long has it been since I disrupted her life? It hasn't even been weeks, but I'm certain I'll keep tearing her apart, petal by petal, every single second.
As I wandered through the woods, I pushed aside the branches that cluttered my path. They were quite bothersome. I glanced to my left and right but found no trace of her.
"Where are you, Little Flower? Are we playing hide-and-seek? You should know I excel at those games," I called out, but deep down, I felt she was long gone.
"Hm..." I sighed and crossed my arms.
"Alright, if you want to play, then so be it."
I resumed my walk, whistling a tune I composed while my eyes scouted the area for my Little Flower. Yet no matter how far I searched, she eluded me. Frustrated, I kicked a rock aside and made my way to the cliff, my expression stoic.
"This is dull," I muttered, shifting to the left and sliding effortlessly down the slope until I landed perfectly on the other side of the woods.
"I wonder where she could be now. It's hard to believe she can navigate slopes so well," I said while continuing forward.
After a few steps, I caught sight of the cave and smirked.
"I'm finally home."
Once inside, I moved toward where I usually kept my flashlight. Even in this darkness, I knew where it was—on the ground. But as my hand reached out, I felt only the surface beneath me. I clicked my tongue in frustration and donned my fox mask.
Raising an eyebrow in confusion, I realized: someone else was here.
I was already annoyed with my Little Flower, and now this?
Whoever was in my space would regret it.
"Get out," I demanded firmly, but all I heard was the wind. The fury inside me intensified. Taking a deep breath, I attempted to calm myself as I walked toward the tent. Just as I was about to unzip the door, I heard someone snoring lightly.
A dangerous smirk crept across my lips. Ah, the intruder was here. I carefully entered the tent, crawling slowly to avoid waking them. I planned to silence this intruder once and for all.
As I got closer, I listened to their cute snores. How endearing. But it would soon be the end for them.
Feeling my hand hover near their face, I abruptly seized it, causing them to gasp in surprise as I fumbled for the flashlight and switched it on. I groaned, adjusting my eyes to the brightness within the tent.
As my vision cleared, I looked down and was taken aback, followed by a dark chuckle.
It was my Little Flower.
Before she could swat my hand away, I swiftly wrapped my fingers around her throat, asserting my dominance as I locked eyes with hers.
"Oh, look who decided to invade my space, Little Flower," I whispered in a low tone, letting my gaze travel down her body, where I noticed she was wearing my black jacket.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement.
"You look cute in my jacket," I said, biting my lower lip to rein in my excitement.
"You're quite the little thief, aren't you? And thieves deserve to face consequences." I said in a low voice, my eyes burning with desire.
Her eyes widened at my statement before she looked away, trembling with apprehension. So endearing, indeed.
"What kind of punishment?" she asked, as if already surrendering to the power I held over her. I shook my head slightly, leaning back but keeping my gaze locked onto hers.
"There are many options, my little flower. However... I already have one in mind." I replied calmly, noticing the confusion in her raised brow.
A grin spread across my lips as I tightened my grip on her neck just a bit. Her breath caught, and I could see the fear in her eyes.
"Are you curious?" I questioned.
Without waiting for her response, I unzipped her jacket, revealing her beauty to me.
"Absolutely breathtaking..." I murmured, breathless.
My other hand glided down her delicate skin, feeling her body quiver beneath my touch. I thrived on her reactions; they excited me even more.
"Stop..." she whispered, fear evident in her voice, even as bliss danced across her face.
She looked so adorable in her denial of how much she craved my touch.
Especially the feel of me.
"Stop? No." I asserted, taking hold of one of her breasts. My thumb teased her hardened nipple, causing her body to arch in pure pleasure. A groan escaped me. That's right, little flower. Embrace my touch. "You're a monster!" she hissed, her eyes narrowing in anger.
I stared at her for a moment before laughter bubbled up inside me. She gasped at my reaction and growled.
"Of course, I'm a monster! You've ruined my life when I did nothing to deserve it! You're just like a child looking for a fight without reason!"
But her words quickly silenced my laughter. There was an undeniable sting in what she said. I could feel her heavy breathing as she realized she had crossed a line—and she absolutely had.
"A monster..." I whispered, a cold smile creeping onto my face as I noticed the flicker of fear and anger in her wide eyes.
She knew she wouldn't be leaving this tent tonight.
"Who says I'm not, little flower? I joined a group that kills, and I continue to do so for pleasure even when off duty. I've collected tongues as trophies."
A whimper escaped her as I said that. My grip on her neck tightened, her body responded with ragged breaths as she struggled.
"I have absolutely no regrets about my past actions. You're awakening the darkness within me, little flower. You should consider yourself fortunate that I haven't ended your life yet." I murmured, leaning in closer to brush my lips against her ear.
"I definitely could kill you, little flower. Don't test me. I could choke you to death and slip away undetected, leaving no evidence behind." I added with a dark chuckle.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, but I felt no pity. When I tire of her, I figured I could take her life, letting her soul linger with mine, forever haunted by my memory.
"And given that you threw sand at me, and now this... be ready."
"What?! You can't be serious!" she shouted, and I felt my anger bubble over, causing my other hand to cover her mouth, reducing her words to muffled sounds.
"Yes, I'm absolutely serious. I will ensure you feel my presence, regardless of what you say. Remember, you're mine."
I released my grip on her and quickly reached for something near the weapons. A rope. Her eyes widened in surprise as she realized she had overlooked it. How delightful.
"Don't tell me..." she whispered, her voice trembling, and I offered only a knowing, dark gaze before firmly securing the ropes tightly around her small wrists. Little Flower stopped speaking immediately once she realized she was bound. "Oh, you already know, don't you," I confirmed in a deep, gravelly tone.
Without another word, I effortlessly shed my clothes, then smirked, my eyes locked on hers. "Please... Don't do this to me..." she begged, attempting to pull against the restraints on her wrists. "No," I stated coldly, my gaze chilling, then positioned my erection at the entrance of her core.
"It's been a while since our last time, hasn't it? I assume your hymen is ready to be broken again," I said bluntly, and her eyes widened in horror.
Tears streamed down her face, which was now flushed crimson. "Are you saying you won't give me time to adjust?!" she exclaimed in disbelief, even though the answer was obvious.
I merely gave her an indifferent shrug, then drove my member inside her wet core, feeling her center tightly conform to my length, which made me throw my head back in sheer pleasure. Her groans, a mix of pain and ecstasy, were audible, and I welcomed the sound.
"Oh, god..." I breathed out, then looked down at her. "So unbelievably tight and warm..." I licked my lower lip slowly. I then initiated a rough, rapid rhythm, and I could feel fresh blood trickling down the head of my cock. It was a fucking sensual sight.
"You like this, don't you?" I panted. She was pushing me past my control. "No! AHH! Please! Let me adjust!" she cried out loudly, drowning in a wave of pleasure and pain. But that only fueled my desire to punish and take her even harder. "You definitely like this, baby..." I growled in response.
My member hammered in and out of her with such force that loud, wet, sloppy sounds echoed throughout the tent and even out into the surrounding cave. "I do not! AH!"
Her eyes rolled back, her hands shaking against the restraints. I could see her breasts violently bouncing with every hard, deep thrust. Her core was pure bliss, meeting my cock perfectly with every drive.
"You're in denial!" I hissed, pulling my length partially out of her, then slamming it back inside forcefully, my hips colliding with hers.
Her body kept twitching and trembling beneath me, both of us slick with sweat. "I am not!" she screamed, but I only smirked, pulling my cock out again and immediately ramming it back in. My Little Flower's eyes widened in intense, unadulterated pleasure.
As I continued pounding inside her, I retrieved the butterfly knife and let the edge gently graze her skin. She hissed with a mix of fear and pleasure, her eyes fixed on the knife with dread and anticipation. I then traced the blade down to her lower abdomen. "N-no! Stop!" she pleaded. I merely chuckled in reply.
Just as I felt us both approaching the peak of climax, I abruptly pulled out of her, leaving her abruptly empty. "Oh, my apologies..." I said mockingly, my sudden cessation shocking her.
"Why did you stop?" she asked, bewildered, and I stared at her with a dark, piercing gaze. "We are just getting warmed up, Little flower," I said, a promise of dark things in my tone.
With those words, I flipped the knife, holding the tip of the handle, and positioned the remaining portion of the handle against her wet core.
"Shit!" she gasped, but it was too late; I shoved the handle inside her. She felt the rough texture scrape against her inner walls as I began thrusting it in and out, unconcerned that the coarse object might wound her entrance.
"You earned this pain, Little flower. Absorb it," I stated with utter dominance, her face flushing crimson with tears as she let out a piercing shriek of pain. Her body quivered as if electrified.
But I still wasn't finished.
My eyes trailed down to the blood that was running down the handle. "You are exquisite. Are you close?" I asked, but her only answer was a scream of agony, now mixed with pleasure, as my other hand began rubbing her clit faster and quicker, urging her toward release.
My Little Flower arched her back, signaling she was near; I maintained my intense ministrations until she finally let out another scream and reached her climax.
I kept pumping the handle in and out of her bloodied core, then applied slight pressure to her clitoris, and after a few final seconds, I pulled the object out, seeing the handle saturated with her blood.
I smiled slightly.
She let out a pained sob, and I raised an eyebrow as I looked down at her. "Please... I've finally understood my mistake... I promise I won't do it again..." she pleaded through her tears.
I took a moment to take in her distress, but then I let out a dark chuckle.
"This isn't enough, little flower. I'm not finished yet. My goal is to break you, both physically and emotionally. You still haven't grasped your lesson, little flower," I said with conviction as I placed the blade on her chest and repositioned myself over her sore yet sensitive area.
"Let's go another round."