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“Yeah? And?” I smirk and she glares at me, fisting her hands.

“Why are you doing this to me?!” she shouts, trying to stand on her wobbly legs.

“Because you want me to,” I answer truthfully and she snaps, chest rising and falling in delicious rage.

“You are fucking sick! I see now why you were in prison,” she growls and I smile, licking my lips, wondering if I should take her for a ride once more to take that bass out of her voice.

Not only that, but her body is still way too unblemished for my liking. My bitch needs to show all traces of me, but Birdie must heal quickly because even the thin slits on her body where I cut her have scabbed over.

“Yet you begged and pleaded for this sick mother fucker to fuck you and dump this cum in you all night,” I raise a mocking brow, and she recoils, offended.

“Youforcedme to do that!” she rebuts.

“Oh!?” My eyes widen in excitement. “Then when you ground that sweet pussy on my dick, meowing like a strangled cat in heat after I stopped… that was me forcing you, too?”

“YES!” she shouts, and I throw my head back laughing.

“Sure, little Birdie, keep telling yourself that.” I go to walk out of the room when I hear her run up behind me. I quickly spin and grasp her by the neck, squeezing tight, forcing her to drop the knife I had lying on the table to grasp at my wrists. I squeeze hard enough for her face to turn blue as she kicks her legs in a futile and short-lived struggle before her body goes lax.

When the light starts to fade from her eyes, I fling her on the bed, where she bounces and gasps for air, crying while grasping at her neck. I scoop up the knife, place it in the band of my belt, and glare at her.

“Birdie, the line has been drawn. Cross it again, and you'll find out what darkness truly is,” I caution. She glares with grief-stricken eyes, clutching her throat that now wears my handprint like a collar of ownership and my dick leaks cum just from looking at it.

“Fuck you. You son of a bitch.”

“You got one more time, and I’ll erase you.” Her eyes darken with dread, and I eat that shit up before I go over to her, kissing her new collar. I lick the bruise, grinding my dick on her, causing her to whither and whimper under me. “But no worries, Birdie. I’m not talking about your life.” I sit back, looking at the angry purple hickie I just placed on her neck as she pants, blinking back tears. “No, I’m talking aboutyou. Everything you are, and everything you could be, will disappear in the blink of an eye, and all that shall remain will be a bitch thirsty for my dick.”

“I want to see you fucking try! I’ll kill you before you even dare!” she screams out and I grin, showing all teeth, making her recoil.

“Then keep trying me,” I warn, and she snorts.

“You think you’re some big shot, but niggas like you ain’t shit!” she spits in my face, but I smirk, licking it up.

“Mmm, tastes like my nut,” I smile, and she wrinkles her nose. “Whatever. It’s not like I won’t be doing it, anyway.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I am. Thank you for noticing, Birdie.” I stand, and she scrambles off the bed. She walks over to the closet, rummaging through some clothes, and I frown. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I sneer as she pulls out a dress that’s too small for her. I fucking know it’ll look good as fuck on her, but still…

“What the fuck do youthinkI’m doing? I’m going to shower and change.” She rolls her eyes, and I go over, snatch the dress from her and throw it back in the closet.

“Who the fuck said you can cover what’s mine?” I tower over her, but I’m not surprised she doesn’t cower. My Birdie is a tough nut to crack, but when I fucking do…I’ll feast to my heart’s content and throw her away.

“So what, I’m supposed to walk around naked and shit while you have on clothes?!”

“I knew you were a smart one.” I cock my head, and she slams her fist into the door.

“One mother fucking day, I’m going to kill you!”

“Too bad, Birdie, I’m already dead inside. Now go make me something to eat,” I smirk and she curls her lip.

“What?!”

“Oh, you didn’t hear me?”

“No, I heard you just fucking fine asshole, but last I checked you have hands and feet capable of breaking you out of prison. I’m assuming they’re able to cook as well.”Oooo, I love breaking bitches with bad mouths and tight pussies.

“Birdie,” I level her with a look that leaves her quaking. “I’m hungry…” I growl.

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