Thread: How could she have forgotten me? < [ Pistol Kiss and moi ] >

He looked down at her terror laced eyes, coldly staring right into them as he watched her suffer through pain and confusion and confusion as to why he wanted her in pain. He took his time looking at her there suffering, holding herself, she'd been apologetic... he hadn't expected that. But that easily could've come out of the terror, she could have just been trying to appease him for fear of him hurting her again. And yet... he loved to see her hurt, he'd dreamt of this moment for song, dreamt of having her exposed and defenseless to him. Vulernable, lost within her own pain he could do anything to her in this moment and she would have no say in the matter. He stepped forward and leaned over her body, his hands crawling underneath the back of her shirt as he grabbed tight and lifted it up over her body. He whipped it off and tossed it to the side of the room, letting it hit the wall and fall carelessly. She was left in only her bra now, and he turned around to the door of the garage, swinging it open and looking inside. He looked back to her and said, You can come inside now, but your pain hasn't ended yet. It will be a part of your reality for a next while. You will learn to love it, and you will learn to love me. Now, I want your bra off before you're allowed inside and actually.. he trailed off, looking inside at the wonderfully comfortable room he had made for her. He wasn't quite ready yet, and his demeamor changed as he turned around and closed the door behind him, You know what, stand up once more. Spread those legs one more time, you've got to experience just a biiit more pain before I set you free entirely. He closed the door and stood in front of her again, he was suspicious... she had listened so obediently, so willingly... as if she had nothing to lose with her previous life. Maybe she just feared he would kill her, and therefore she was listening because she wanted to stay alive. But.. maybe she listened to him because she wanted to listen to him, because she saw reason to... of course, he gave her very good reason with his threats. However, there was something in her eyes, something... sad, sad for him, sad for leaving him. He hadn't expected this, and it made his cruelty more difficult to administer. But this did not mean he would stop, because perhaps she was just trying to play him, and the path to finding out honesty lay through more cruelty. He wasn't going to let her play him, gain his trust, so she could escape... and leave all over again. He'd at one point came to the conclusion during his maturity to adulthood that her parents could have taken her away and moved... but they would've told her beforehand. She could've at least told him, maybe at least that way he could've waited for her. But instead she'd disappeared and left him all alone. For years he'd felt this pain, and he wanted to move to a place where he could experience happiness with her again. But he knew he'd never get that, not until she suffered... he was effecient in his pain and his cruelty. He only attacked the most sensitive of her regions, making sure she truly felt a sickening in-her-gut pain. Something that he felt within his mind for years, and he didn't want to have to wait years for her to experience that same pain so he could forgive her. He wanted her back, but his forgiveness came through pain for her, and he was going to be brutally effecient in delivering it to her, Spread your legs once more, I want you to be standing with your legs spread wide with absolutely no clothes on... then you get to come inside.