Thread: Deja Vu  (Andy and Intimte) (Moved to PM)

RE Deja Vu AndNich123 and Intimate Blood. The taste of it was something she did not miss and hoped she never would have to experience again. Though it was happening so fast, she felt everything. The skin on his knuckles colliding with her face, the pain surging through her face, the tender skin on her lip being ripped open, even the breath leaving her parted lips. There was so much rage as he yanked her to her feet only to impact his fist in her stomach. Callie bent over as she went down. An audible sound was forced from her body, along with all the air her lungs had held. She couldnt protest, or even scream, as he began tearing her clothes from her body. Her hands flew up instinctively, trying to protect her face, as he made short work of the fabric covering her body. She couldnt understand why he had stopped at her underwear, but she had given up on trying to figure Alex out a long time ago. He was going to do as he pleased with his warped logic and sick views of the world and how it should be. Callie was nothing more than a play thing to him that he had reeled in back in highschool with their relationship. Of course he came after the shy, awkward nerd. He knew she wouldnt fight back. At least this was what she thought. What Alex didnt plan on was her doing just that in her successful fleeing from him. Now she knew she was facing that wrath. She didnt cry out as he slapped her. Callie was rather use to that treatment from him. She often wondered if her skin on her face would lose all feeling from the constant battering she took from him. Her head had lulled forward, but as he pulled her back, she felt the cold blade against her neck. Alex, please, she finally said. The knife trailed down her body as his threats poured out of his mouth. All venomous words she had heard the likes of before. Alex, she swallowed. Callie knew what she was going to say, and she knew how she hoped it would end. It would either push Alex over the edge and he would beat her more, possibly killing her, or he may do exactly as she was about to ask him to. If there was a third option, she couldnt see it. Please Alex. Is this truly what you want to be doing? She paused, picking her words carefully. Wouldnt you rather fuck me? You could hold me down, shove your cock in my pussy, and fill me up. Pound me so hard the bruises will be a constant reminder of who owns my pussy. You do Alex. Its yours. Take it. Claim it. Its so wet and warm. Please. Im begging you. Kiss me, hold my nose, and fuck me. Dont you want to see my body writhe on the floor as I cant breathe? You decide if I can breathe. You have that much control over me Alex. Its all yours. I want to feel you inside me Alex. Please. Let my pussy be yours to take. Dont you want it? Dont you want to tie me down so your hands will be free to slap my face? Dont you want to wrap your hands around my throat and watch my face turn red? Dont you want to slap my tits, pinch them, and pull them from my body until I scream? Dont you want to fuck me until we both pass out? Please Alex. Im begging you. Use me. Own me. Take me. Her body shivered with fear, and she was certain it was clear in her eyes. Good. Alex liked that.