Bloody Toy Of His.
Ok so this is a little darker than I usually go.
When you see him, you will fall at his feet.
When you hear him, you would wish to love him.
when he sees you, you’ll wish for death.
Lenari Fane ran from her village, after being accused of witchery, avoiding death by the hands of her family, she ran for two days before collapsing in her vain search for food and water. When she awoke, being trapped in a metal cage was something she was not expecting.
There, she met the devil. The beast of the woods, with his smokey silver eyes, black hair and handsome face, his toy she quickly becomes. And he made sure that he was never bored with her.
She was his toy after all, and he loved how beautiful she looked bleeding to death, and how deliciously rich her blood was.
“Stop this!” I begged, backing away from his approaching form.
He gave me a crooked smile, the sick feeling growing in my stomach.
Trapping me in between his arms, he leaned down and forced me to kiss him, melting into him, I sighed. His tongue invading my mouth, the taste of him intoxicating. His sharp teeth grazed my lip slowly, my panic slowly falling. His arms held me, his left hand resting on neck, and one on my hip.
I tensed as I heard him chuckle darkly, before he bit harder into my lip, breaking the skin deeply and my mouth flooded with the taste of my own blood, the hand on my hip dug into it, pushing his sharp nails further into my hip, as if trying to reach my bone. My scream of pain was muffled by his lips. I struggled against him as I felt his nails push into my back and slowly tear through my back, slowly moving down till he reached my lower back.
The blood rushed out of my wounds, he licked my lips, a deep purring sound escaping his throat.
He enjoyed the taste of my blood.
my tears rolled faster down my cheeks, as his hands were removed from my skin and clutched my face delicately in his palms, making me calm only to panic when I realised that his hands were covered in my blood.
I screamed in pain when he pushed me onto the bed. Looking down my naked bloody form, he smirked, sharp pointy teeth bloody. “You look absolutely ravishing covered in your delicious blood, my love.”
I closed my eyes, the pain aching and controlling my thoughts, whimpers escaped my throat when he his teeth lightly scraped my neck, down to my chest and stomach. I anticipated the ripping of my skin, as he loved marking my stomach before I bled to death.
“Rule fourteen,” He said, his voice husky with lust, actual lust, as my bloody form shivered and shook. “Always look at me when my affection is given to you.”
My eyes fluttered open, his bloody grin and lustful eyes made me whimper, his silver eyes shone white.
He licked his lips, leaning in to kiss me once more, the taste of my blood familier already. pulling away, he moved to my shoulder, licking it the way he knew I liked.
I screamed when his teeth sank into my flesh once more.
