>>18619382"Take this faggot!!" With surprising accuracy she ducked and cut my front abdomen with her knife. "AAUGH WHAT THE HELL!" Avoiding the gash on my stomache i tried to flee.
And I tried again.
Then again.
Until i noticed my feet were bolted to the floor.
"Wha-what!" When did she have time to do this? Why haven't I noticed? Why didnt it hurt?! "Come now Ethan, would i really let you leave that easily?" She taunted. "Go fuck yourself." "Thats not what I wanted to hear" She brought the chair back and layed it behind me, then pushed me to where I sat down again.
"Now.. shall we begin?" With a sly smile, she ducked and undid my pants. Pulled down my boxers revealing my wet frankfurt. Now hard, thanks to this situation. Dont get me wrong im not one to brag but... do i really have a choice now?
"Don't worry, just relax and enjoy silly." I shivered, as her cold lips touched my yankee doodle. Then there was warmth. Her breath was somewhat relaxing; her head bobbing up and down slowly. For a few seconds, it felt pretty good.
Then pain.
I yelped as a knife was dug into my right arm. Sharp, jolting pain. The pleasure completely obliterated. "Why the-WHY? FUCK ARGH MY ARM!!!" "Sorry, instinct."
"Insti-? What the hell is wrong with you? You kidnap me, blow me off then jab a knife at my arm?"
"Relax Ethan, it doesn't hurt that much.. see?" She lifted up her shirt revealing stab wounds. Fear in my face showed as i stared blankly at the images before me. There were classic tally marks inmates did on cell walls, there was a picture of a Marill, a shopping list with eggs misspelled as 'ehgs', the words 'Ethan' sprawled 7 or 8 times and countless other disgusting things. "My god.. you're a monster.."
"We gotta get that mouth of yours shut Ethan! Don't worry, I know just the thing!" She said, as she turned into her magic bag of death. Oh god, what is she gonna do next..?
