“Wrath!” I cry out, but he seems to ignore me. Wrapping the wire around the chains at my wrists, locking me in place, and I swing there, helpless, my head thrown back, blood trickling from the torn flesh at my ankles.
When I tilt my head, I spot his knife comes into view and I feel my entire being go rigid. Closing the gap between us, his gaze wanders over my word-covered, naked body. Then he’s so close we’re touching again.
One of his hands moves up the middle of my body, creating a ripple of goosebumps until he cups my tit harshly.
My brows crease as he kneads it, his teeth grinding. His thumb flicks over the hardened tip before he pinches it with a pull and I can’t help the gasp escaping me, the pain and need filling every inch of me like a greedy wave.
When I suddenly feel the handle of his knife press between my thighs, I bite down on my bottom lip. He parts my defenceless pussy lips, teasing over my aching clit as he drags it slowly downward toward my entrance.
A visible and shameful shudder rips through me, my breath coming out sharp and quick against his lips as he watches—studying every reaction and glimmer of betrayal my body offers.
He’s inspecting how his violation, his fucked-up way of touching me, is doing something it shouldn’t. Something wrong.
He’s forceful and harsh with the handle, rubbing it back and forth smearing my wetness from my pussy and ass until I ache for more.
Then, without warning, he angles it and shoves the entire thing deep inside my pussy with a single brutal thrust that knocks the wind from my chest. A sharp gasp rips from my throat, my eyes widening in shock, the stretch instantly burning me.
But just as fast as he pushed it in, he rips it out like it was never meant to stay. He lifts the knife between us, and I stare, gasping, as his pierced tongue snakes out. He drags it up the handle, tasting my come and it sends a sharp pulse through my core.
As soon as my taste hits his tongue, he growls, loud and primal as his eyes roll back into his head before he suddenly snaps, slamming the blade against my throat, deep enough to sting, and I feel the skin split.
My warm blood slides down the center of my body, winding through the words he already inked into my skin. His eyes are wild now, starved and torn. He wants to fucking kill me. But for some reason he won’t. I can see how his body is trembling with restraint, like it’s destroying him to hold back.
When he removes the blade from my throat, he lowers it again, but this time it’s for a different reason. He slides it over my core again, but he goes further toward my asshole.
I freeze, my body taunt. His eyes flash with something unsettling before he suddenly twists it inside me. Further and further with no holding back.
I cry out with my head thrown back, pain and pleasure twisting together. He pushes further without mercy, until it's buried inside me completely, and all I can do is hang there, shaking, lost in the sting of it.
I breathe heavily as he lets go of the blade, leaving it buried deep before grabbing his stiff cock with his cut hand, covering it in his blood.
He presses the tip against my wet pussy, and I moan, the cold piercing teasing my clit. His other hand wraps around the back of my neck, holding it tightly and forcing me to stare him in the eyes.
His lips hover over mine, brushing and I feel like I need that contact, I need him to close the gap and kiss me. I move my lips tenderly on his and he lets it happen, but I can see how unfamiliar this closeness and intimacy is to him. It doesn’t belong in his world.
And I know, with every part of me, he hasn’t done this with anyone else. Any other girl would already be dead. Gone hours ago. Just a ruined body under him while he took what he wanted, no hesitation or second thoughts. But I’m still here and alive. And whatever this is between us… it’s different for him and for me.
Different enough to scare us both.
“Kiss me, Wrath.” I whisper, unashamed and wrecked, my voice barely a breath.
My eyes flutter shut, continuously touching his lips, feeling the softness of them and the tension in my chest coiling tighter as I wait. My body’s trembling, raw with need, desperation bleeding into every inch of me like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
He gives a couple more strokes over my aching clit with his cock before reaching down and pulls the knife out of my ass with a tough tug.
I have no time to react to the pain before the chain and barbed wire follow suit, freed from my wrists, and my body gives out, collapsing onto my hands and knees in the mud. I stay there with my head down as Wrath looms above me.
When I finally lift my head, barely able to hold the weight of it, he’s already moving, leaning down to unwrap my ankles, then his big arms scoop up my naked body, pulling me off the ground like I’m nothing but air in his grasp.
I don’t fight it. I don’t have the strength. I rest my face against his chest, his skin wet but warm against my cheek and my lashes fall, the edges of the world obscuring as he carries me through the woods.
I could fall asleep right here in his arms, lulled by the rhythm of his movement and the feel of him—solid, terrifying, and somehow weirdly safe.
Then something shifts. The air changes, the cold fades and the rain disappears.
I blink awake, feeling groggy and confused for a moment until I realize we’re inside my trailer.
He carries me straight to my room and lays me down on the bed with a gentleness that doesn’t match the insanity of everything that came before.