I sink my teeth into her skin, harshly, marking her with every ounce of what’s boiling inside me. My hands never stop, ruthless and punishing, fucking and ruining us both like I’m trying to break something that was already broken.
As soon as her asshole loosens, teasing me to slide a forth in, she comes almost instantly, her walls pulsating around me with a sickening beat that makes me shoot my load without warning.
We both twitch and writhe in the wake of her unhinged screams and our shared climax, but I catch my cum in my palm, the liquid turning from thick to watery, mixing with the dripping blood from the slice across it.
I slide my fingers out of her hole, and all I can hear is her trying to regain her breath, like this warmup has wrecked her already, but I’m far from done. It’s about to get a whole lot rougher.
Lifting my head from her shoulder, I peer down, taking the hook that’s still dangling between us and spit on the end of it. It glints in the dim light as I lower it to her asshole and without hesitation, I wedge it inside.
She shrieks, springing up on her knees, body tensing but as soon as the hooks where I want it, I grab her hair, yanking it until her back crashes against my chest, silently making her obey.
My hand wraps around the front of her throat while her head rests against my shoulder and I peer down at her. Breathless and almost broken, but not enough.
My gaze shifts to the cracked mirror in front of us, heavy gaze taking in how her arms are suspended upward, head back, nipples stiff, thighs split wide, pussy glistening and her body shimmering with sweat and my blood.
Fuck. Me. She’s perfect.
Lowering my hand between us, I smear my cum and blood over her pretty, twitching pussy. She’s already fucking drenched, but she needs to be so much wetter.
As I stroke and tease her, her breathing shifts—quick and uneven. I feel the tension building, her anxiety peaking with every second I drag it out and that edge is exactly where I fucking want her.
I let go of her throat with my other hand, then reach into my pants and pull out my pen. I bite the lid off and lean forward, pressing my chest to her back.
I start scrawling across the mirror, right over her reflection—messy, sharp letters carved in ink. She watches as the message takes shape.
Let’s see what breaks first—your willpower or your pussy. You want to be ruined?
“Yes,” she whispers without reluctance before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
I slide two fingers inside her waiting, wet pussy, forcing them in deep. A strangled gasp leaves her, her body bucking, as if that’s all she wanted, her eyes heavy with need.
Then I write on the mirror:
Innie…
Her eyes stay focused on the word until I press in another two.
Minnie…
She moans deeply from the fullness, our shared come and my blood dribbling down my wrist, but she takes it before I slip in my thumb.
Miney…
Her eyes are wide now, realization settling in that I’m about to brutally fist her cunt until she can no longer stand it. And with the hook still deep in her destroyed asshole.
Mo.
As soon as I write the last taunting word, her lips part to say something, but I don’t wait to hear it, I twist my hand and push, causing her let out a delicious cry.
Her pussy stretches, not letting me in easily, as expected. Her body quakes under the strain, but I’m persistent with it and continue.
Forcing my fingers in and out now and then, I sink in deeper. She comes as soon as her little cunt hole stretches over my top knuckles, her body’s natural reaction, instant and uncontrollable. I wait as I feel the warmth of her come coating half my hand, the muscles spasming around me.
She breathes heavily, eyes dazed, body shaking and saturated in sweat.
That’s my good little corpse. Look at how obedient you’re being for me. How mine you are. You’re so close to having my fist fully inside your tight pussy.
I praise on the mirror before dropping the pen. My hand wraps around the front of her throat, fingers pressing in deep and the other rips apart her cunt again, twisting and coiling.