Page 150 of The Cute Psycho

"Please," I whisper, my voice ragged from screaming, my sight foggy from tears. What I'm asking him, though, I don't know.

I just know I'd do anything for him, including letting him break my body apart if that's what's going to bring him back.

He lets go of my breast, his tongue lapping at the blood flowing from my wound before moving again to my neck.

His movements are increasingly violent, like an animal in the throes of mating, his fingers bruising my flesh, his cock pistoning in and out of me at unnatural speed.

At this point, I can only hope he's close, and so I clench my walls around him, hoping to make him reach his climax faster.

His teeth nibble at my neck, his body flush against me so I have no breathing room. And then he bites—again.

But this time he breaks the skin in one go, and I feel his sharp teeth as they reach my muscle, blood pooling out of the wound and all around his mouth. He holds on to my skin so tightly that I feel the rip in my very soul.

"Vlad," a feeble sound escapes me, the pain so intense I'm almost losing consciousness. He's latched on to my throat, like a dog going for the jugular, his teeth lodged inside, his tongue swirling at the broken flesh.

Fear pools in my stomach as I realize he might very well kill me.

I need to get away.

I kick at him, using my hands to push him off of me. I manage totake him by surprise, his eyes unfocused as I shove him to the side, flesh and blood at his mouth.

Myflesh and blood.

I feel for the wound, noting there's a gaping hole where my shoulder meets my neck. Panic bubbles inside of me, and I can only scramble back, somehow managing to get to my feet before running.

I don't get far though, a hand in my hair pulling me backward, and I fall on my ass, my scalp burning from his assault.

"Vlad, don't." I try to extricate myself from his grasp, but his eyes are just soulless, watching me as I struggle, his mouth pulling up as if he's enjoying my pain. "Please," I add again, attempting to disentangle his fingers from my hair.

Instead of loosening his hold, it only makes him tighten his hands over my scalp, dragging me backward, the blood on the floor only making it easier for my body to slide against the concrete.

"Vlad, you're hurting me." I keep talking, still not losing hope. Knowing that somehow I'll be able to reach the side of him that's mine and mine alone. "Vlad, please."

Flinging me forward, my back hits the cold, barren floor, and more pain erupts in my joints. I don't even get to react though, both his hands wrapping around my throat as he raises me up on the altar, the edge of the table hitting my ass as he spreads me on its surface.

"Vlad..." I struggle to speak, but he doesn't care. He tilts his head, looking at me through narrowed eyes, his hands tightening around my neck as he enters me again.

My arousal is long gone. The only lubricant somewhat easing his way in is the blood from my ruptured hymen. His hips move in and out of me, fucking me so roughly I'm barely holding on. I feel even more blood gush out of my pussy as he pushes his cock inside me with such ferocity, I'm not sure I'll ever be whole again.

His thrusts gain speed, his hands applying even more force on my throat. I try to push at his shoulders, my breath increasingly more shallow. I feel lightheaded, my limbs losing most of their strength.

He's choking the life out of me.

My arms fall, the fight in me all but dying. My lips are probably purple, every breath I take bringing me closer to my last.

And then it happens.

I feel his muscles tense, his cock jerking inside me as he comes, his warm release shooting up in spurts and flooding my insides. His thrusts slow down as he fills me up with even more cum, his hands becoming slack, his entire body racked by tremors.

His eyes widen for a second before he falls on top of me, completely out of it. I can only stare at the high ceiling, tears dried down my cheeks, wounds still bleeding.

It takes me a while to regain my breath, and when I feel some of my strength coming back, I push him off of me. His back connects with the table, his cock slipping out of me and leaving a burning trail in its wake.

On shaky legs, I almost fall down as I get off the altar table. A mixture of blood and cum flows out of me, slowly dripping down my inner thigh. I don't even dare touch myself in the area, sore and tender from the ravage he wreaked on my body.

There's still a lingering pulsating pain, and I find that I can't even sit down. I just take a few deep breaths, trying to pull myself together, ignoring how everything else hurts like hell.

Skirting around the room, I ignore the carnage around me as I grab a tablecloth, fashioning it around me into a gown. Tearing some more material, I hold it against my neck wound, the bleeding still going strong.

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