Capture

Your delicate flesh contrasts with the jagged breaths you drag into your lungs in a desperate attempt to ease the pain of my brutality.  It’s just this that drives me to lacerate you further, taking long deliberate strokes along your middle, tearing the abdominal flesh with unmistakable snagging noises that seem to ring in my ears. The piercing edge allows your beautiful crimson liquid to trickle warmly down your pale profile. You lay underneath me, bound in shackles around your ankles and wrists, prying those stunning legs apart and binding your arms above your curly auburn hair.
Your body glistens in the dim light, covered in salty sweat and that delicious hot blood that courses through your veins. The hazel eyes of my one love bore into mine, making my knees shake. You are and always have been unaware of the pain and weakness you cause me. I become aroused at the very thought of you. For two and a half years I have risked my self control to catch your scent and breathe you in. Now my work and determination are beginning to pay off as you lie helplessly beneath me in a daze that can described lightly as terror. But there is something else burning in you. It seems most like a mix of pure hatred and confusion, but of course I cannot be sure.
I am fully aware of you frantically searching my face for any bit of recognition. You haven’t found any yet but I shaln’t wait until you do. After all the preparation and difficulty of this whole ordeal, I surely do not plan on stopping your heart so soon. There is much more in store for you, but first I know I must let you rest. I take a step back, my tight black jeans causing much discomfort, straining against my rock hard erection. Having you so unbelievable near to me is almost pushing me over the edge of insanity, making me want to jump onto you like a wild man and drive my cock straight into your cunt, making you moan and enjoy the feel of…
Continue any further, and the thought will overcome me and make me act on impulse. Instead I painstakingly hinder myself with the promise of later, greater relief. I look down at the stainless steel table you are laying upon. It is covered in many of your bodily fluids, which makes it all the more attractive to my admiring gaze. For a proper rest, however, I decide on moving you to a more desirable corner of the caliginous basement-like enclosure. There is a thin, wiry mattress with a pillow that is stiff, which may sound rather uncomfortable but is no doubt a featherbed compared to the metal surface you have been occupying for the past seven hours. The toll of this must have caught up with you, not to mention the multiple shallow flesh wounds on various parts of your body.
Of course, you did not lose enough blood to black out, only enough to feel a bit of lightheadedness. As I undo your constraints, you lash out with weak limbs and squirm feverishly, trying to escape my tight grasp on your extraordinary frame, but with little force behind your efforts. I easily carry you to the bed that has a light sheet covering on it, and I slide you onto them, marking your way with dark red streaks. Continuing to stir as I retie your hands behind you with a strong cord, you murmur disapproval but can’t say much of anything knowledgeable due to the gag that pulls at the corners of your lips and stops speech and any screams that you might attempt to make.
After watching you for a couple moments and deciding that you won’t be going anywhere, I retreat to chamber where two monitors allow me to assure that you are behaving properly. This time is not only for your rest, but also for my further planning…