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“SAAAAAAWWWWW SSAAAAAWWWWWW!!! FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK SSSAAAWWWWW!!!!! HEEEELLLLLPPPPPP!” The house shakes and I try to get out of the rope, thinking this son of a bitch is going to get blown away,but I go completely fucking still when I hear the creak of the door. “S-SAW?!” I perk up, heart thumping.

But he doesn’t answer and the knob jangles terrifyingly as if someone is trying to get in.

“SAW I SWEAR! I SWEAR IF THAT’S YOU!” I pant, but it can’t be. Why would Saw be in the rain?! Why would he lock himself out there? Where would he go?Oh God…my mind spins with all types of fucked up scenarios, each one making more sense than the last, but somehow, all avenues leave me more terrified than the other.I’m really alone! H…he left me here to die!

My heart beats so fucking hard I feel dizzy. My body tenses up, and my mind goes blank. My pussy clenches and my entire being becomes restless.

GOD PLEASE! PLEASE!Banging ensues and I about piss myself when the rain sound gets louder and a haunting parade of screams comes through.

“O-our F-Father…” I tremble so hard my teeth chatter, but I can barely finish the rest. I hear the door bang open, and the cold air, along with the rain from the hurricane, sting my ass as I let out a scream at the top of my lungs, praying.

“SAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW I wheeze, out of air, fear gripping me when I feel cold hands grip my waist and my heart shoots up to my throat “DAAAADDDDDDYYYYY I’LL BE A GOOD GIRL PLEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSEEE!”

“Cum for me, Birdie.” My brain… I feel suspended in air… anxiety, horror, relief… all of it blends together and my mind seizes. My body convulses, pussy spasming, gushing cum.

Time seems to go still and my body feels like it’s floating. The hurricane disappears, and nothing else exists…he didn’t leave me… I’m not alone.Relief fills my body and tears pour from me.

“Say it, Birdie…” I hear Saw speaking somewhere in the distance.

“I’m Daddy’s little cum dump.”

“Slut…”

“I… I’m Daddy’s little cum slut,” I say unconsciously.

“Mmm… again…”

“I’m Daddy’s little cum slut,” I repeat.

“That’s it… now tell Daddy what you want like a good slut…” I pause, my mind unworking, though subconsciously… subconsciously I don’t need to think about what I want. I know… I’ve always known…but even now suspended in this space… to say those words…

I weep, trying to hold on to the last shred of dignity I have left.

“What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Want?!”

“Nothing!” I lie, wheezing, tears streaming from my eyes, but I feel his hands leave me… these hands feel like a lifeline.

“Then you don’t need me,” I hear him go to leave and fear… a fear worse than having his knife at my throat. I feel him leave my side, and I whimper.

“D-don’t,” I whisper, ashamed. That shame seems to be what he craves because I feel him pull loosen the rope just enough to bend me over the couch before tightening it again. He pulls that thing from my ass and lines the tip of his dick in its place,spitting before I feel his dick pulse. A gnawing hunger that I’ve kept buried in me leaves my pussy, ass, and throat wet.

“Don’t what?”

“D-don’t l-leave me…” I cry scared, but this thing clawing at my belly...

“I’m fucking bored of you playing the good girl, Birdie. I saw the slut that wanted to be brutalized by this dick when I looked into your eyes in the prison. Say it. Be free. Let go. Stop pretending and tell me what the fuck you want.” His words… it’s as if he’s peering into my soul…

I hate him… I’m scared of him… but…

“You were made for me, Birdie. This body that gushes when it’s harshly fucked and punished,” he pauses with a grunt, thrusting deep into places I’m surprised he’s yet discovered, knocking the air from my lungs. “This fucked up mind that submits when I simply give you a look,” he growls, licking the sweat pooling at my collar, forcing me to quiver.

“You knew your Owner the moment you laid eyes on me. Just like I knew you were meant to be mine and the depravity you yearned for. Now break, and hand what belongs to me with a smile on your face, and I’ll give my nasty little bitch everything she TRULY desires. Down to the very things you were plain fearful to ask for in bed,” he rasps, voice a low, resonant tremor that seems to vibrate within my very bones.

I’m holding on by a thread, but as he pounds relentlessly into me, each thrust crushing my spirit, each bite twisting my mind, each delicious glare nudging my heart. Fuck...I hate how much I fever for it.

That delicious, mouthwatering pain… the pain women don’t want to feel while fucking… the pain women shy away from when they have a partner… the pain I relished in when I lost my virginity from the searing burning of my hymen tearing. I… I miss it…thatpain… the pain I know others will call me a monster for desiring… the all-consuming yearning to serve that other women will call me a pick-me for…

I weep, holding it in as he slides further into my ass, filling me, pinching my clit as I float into this space that I should not feel so comfortable in…

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