Page 37 of Painter's Obsession: Volume II

“FUCK YOU!” I scream as I continue to punch the mirror, the sharp glass continuing to penetrate my skin, but it’s not the physical pain that’s killing me... destroying me... it’s what’s inside.

The feeling I can’t rip away. My commotion must have woken up the monster, feeling his warm arms wrap around me. It’s like water splashing on fire. Sun and moon colliding, creating the perfect bloody eclipse.

“Shh,” he coos in my ear. “I’m here,” he says, as if that’s supposed to be reassuring or comforting.

“You,” I growl, trying to break free from his hold. “You did this to me.” I sob as I continue to thrash in his arms. Feeling my blood coat my fingers and drip to the floor.

“Byron, stop.”

But I don’t. The pain... the anger... is all too much to swallow down. “You did this to me,” Irepeat softly as I continue to thrash around until my face is smashed against the wall.

“Then let me cure you.” His voice snakes up my spine, wrapping around my heart like thorns. “Let me cure you,” he breathes into my neck before sinking his teeth into my flesh. My ass arches toward him, desperate and pathetic. But I’m way past caring. I want to stop feeling this way. I want to be me again, or at least something close to it, so I say words that I never expected to leave my lips because I accept his cure.

“Fuck me, Ren. Cure me. Infect me. I don’t care, but make me feel nothing but you inside me.”

Ren stops, pulling away from me, his warmth gone, and I stand, the cool of the wall grounding me too much. His rejection is loud. Deafening. Like a final nail I didn’t see coming.

“REN,” I say with desperation, but he says nothing, and I hear him walk away from me, which infuriates me.

Fuck him.

Fuck Ren.

Fuck him.

Storming into the bedroom, I catch up to him and tackle him to the ground. He quickly maneuvers around me, laughing as he wraps his arm around my head, placing me in a chokehold. “What’s the matter, Byron. You need to be fucked and bred? You miss my cock tearing through your tight hole” he whispers in my ear as we struggle, him trying to keep me down and me trying to free myself. I’ll show him what I need. I’ll show him what he’s made out of me but before I can, he presses his erection into my back, rubbing it on me.

“Is this what you want, Thorn? Beg for it,.” he says as he pushes me to the ground, releasing his arm and shoving my face into the cold floor.

“BEG!.” he roars from behind me as he rubs his cock between my ass. Warmth spreads through me, my brain wants to fight but my body fully surrenders to his cruelty as his large hand spanks my ass causing me to arch up like a bitch in heat. I want to scream. I want to shove his face into the same floor he’s pressing mine into, butall I can do is moan like a fucking animal. Why does it feel so good? Why do I ache for it?

“Pathetic,” my father’s voice echoes inside my head. “Always were.”

“So pathetic..” he says as he presses me even deeper into the floor.

“Fuck you.”

I want to say more. I want to bite him, bleed him—but my cock is hard. My traitorous fucking cock presses into the floor and all I feel is shame and heat.

“Oh. I’m gonna and it’s gonna hurt.” Good. I wait for the intrusion but this pain is different. His hand smacks my ass harder, causing me to let out a weak yelp. Followed by another then paired with a slow rub.

“You like pain, pet.”Smack.“You like my cruelty.”Smack.“Say it,” he orders, rubbing my warm, burning ass cheek. But before I can respond—another smack.And then another, this one stinging so badI yelp.

Smack.

The pain has me closing my eyes, and I see Theresita’s sad eyes. Then, I see Johnathan’s face—blue eyes dulling. I hear Gabriela sobbing.

And yet, I moan. God forgive me, I moan. And I let the tears fall, because this is what he’s made out of me.

Smack.

My dick painfully presses into the ground, begging for him... needing his touch.

“Ye—“ I stutter. “Yes.”

“Good boy, such a good fucking boy,” he says, before landing another smack that causes me to cum where I lay.

I cum like an animal. Like a slave. Like the man I swore I’d never be.

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