She Ran...

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4) Horror and Misery…

Groaning he pressed his lips to hers and felt her lips move upon his.

She parted her lips and moaned softly as his tongue invaded and explored her mouth.

Pressing her body to his, she straddled his lap and felt his manhood stirring to life against her womanhood as she rubbed against him.

He grasped her shoulders and leaned her away from him.

Looking into her eyes he growled and told her that he would not be played with.

Trembling she lowered her eyes.

She removed her hand from where it rested on his shoulder and stroked his chest. Then moving her hand down his body she caressed his cock ever so gently.

He gasped and his fingers dug into her shoulders painfully.

Whimpering, Alexandra lifted her eyes to his and whispered, “I will never try to run from you again. Nor will I hide myself from you, Master. I will be your slave and your whore.”

He shook his head and said in response, “What I want is a lover and companion.” Then smiling at her he went on, “But a slave and a whore is acceptable.”

Running his hands over her body he cupped her breasts and teased her nipples to life.

She arched her back and moaned softly enjoying the way he touched her.

There was no doubt in her mind that to survive she needed to please him. Yet at the same time she could not deny that his touch was glorious.

As he watched her through half-lidded eyes he smiled. But in the back of his mind he wondered if she was only trying to trick him. Too make him believe that she was his willing slave, only to run from him at the first opportunity.

Capturing one of her nipples between his lips he suckled it as she moaned and whimpered.

She felt like she had a fire burning in her belly and reached out to hold his head to her breast.

Sensing her hands near his face he jerked away from her and snarled.

Shoving her away he abruptly stood.

Reaching down he grabbed her hair and drug her from the tub.

She shook with fear as she tried to understand what had happened to anger him so and she cried out, “What have I done? I thought…”

Shaking her violently he hissed at her, “I know what you thought you damned little viper! You thought you could play poor Erik for a fool! Well I’m no ones fool!”

“I…I…Please…” She stammered as she cried.

Slapping her face he glared at her and roared, “Shut up! I don’t want to hear your lies!”

The taste of blood filled her mouth and she gagged.

Furious that he had almost fallen into her trap Erik drug her back into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed.

As she landed she tried to crawl away from him but he caught her. And before she could do anything he had wrapped the collar around her neck.

“So may darling seductress… You want to see what lays behind my mask?”

She shook her head as she tried to curl away from him. The thought of seeing his face filled her with fear. “Please… No…” She whimpered.

“Ah but aren’t you just a little curious my dear?” he sneered as he crawled towards her.

Covering her eyes, she pled with him not to make her look.

He became irate and yelled at her. Asking why she had tried to remove his mask if she did not want to see his decrepit flesh.

Shaking with fear Alexandra cried that she had not tried to remove his mask.

“I beg to differ with you may dear.” He spat as he tore his mask off.

Then grasping her wrists he jerked her hands from her face as he roared, “Look at me!”

Attempting desperately to keep her eyes squeezed shut. Alexandra moaned and cried and begged him not to make her look.

Laughing manically he took her face in his hands and leaned in close to her.

“Open your eyes. Open them now or I will hurt you.” He snarled between his clinched teeth.

Quaking with fear at what she would see Alexandra took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes.

At first her mind could not comprehend what she saw. But then she realized it was his face (Or what should have been a face.)

Opening her mouth she screamed and clawed at his hands as he continued to hold her face. Bile rose into her throat and she gagged.

Reclosing her eyes she tried to escape the horror of what she had seen. Except the vision of it was still there. The hollow cheeks covered by sickly yellow skin so thin that the bones were visible. Eye sockets so deep that the eyes they held protruded and you could view the blood vessels and tendons that keep his eyes attached. His forehead was sickly yellow also. But the worst of it was where his nose should have been. Instead there were two slits held open by what appeared to be cartilage.

The only things remotely normal were his lips and lower jowls.

Sobbing she tried to block the image from her mind. Pressing her broken ankle against the bed she prayed that the physical pain from it would override the nightmare she had seen.

He released her face and looked at the gouges her nails had left in his flesh. His blood dripped onto the sheets, yet he did not care.

Lifting his eyes back to the woman before him, Erik witnessed her misery.

Raising his bloody hand he touched her perfect face and traced the contour of her jaw. Then using his thumb he stroked her lips and watch them quiver as she continues to cry.

Alexandra’s mind raced and her eyes darted back and forth beneath their lids.

She could not believe that this was the face of the man who had raped her and had force her to enjoy it. The face of the man who had touched her and made her feel like a woman.

She shook her head slightly as another sob escape her lips.

His hand caressing her face comforted her and she leaned into it.

Finally knowing that she could not live the rest of her life behind closed eyes, she reopened them.