The price of love is an empty pocket to bare.

Bound to a bed,
Dripping sweat profusly,
And utterly confused.
What was he going to do to her?
Why was this happening.

A simple gesture.
A misguided glance.

The lights flickered. sometimes getting
brighter and other times dim.
She could hear him breathing heavly while
he walked across the room toward her.

The pounding of her frantic heart was getting so loud,
and muffled moan of fear tries to escape.

He stood there at the foot of the bed and spoke out.

"I'm going to love every bit of this you dirty whore...
This time, you wont get away. I loved you. I wanted to be with you the rest of my life. But you just had to fuck up. DIDN'T I NOT DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU? DID I NOT? Didn't I?"

He had then started to sob.

"Just do it to her you little bitch. She caused you pain. Now show her how it feels to hurt."
"But I can't. I just can't do it. No, I can. I can do it."
"Yes.."

Was this guy more insane than he apeared?
He was talking to himself.
Man you sure do know how to pick them, she thought.

Every thought of what was about to happen to her was more worse than the last. But it didn't matter.
She knew what his plans were.

While she wandered away from reality and the conversation of a psychoitic killer, he had gotten closer to her. This pulling her back into the reality of it all. She starts to cry, to panic more, struggle to get free. But it was no use. Being bound to the bed posts and the constant movement of struggle had really cut into her wrists and ankles so bad that she had started to loose circulation.

"There's no use fighting it, Marion. I have had this planed out sice the day you walked out on me."

He then slaps her across her left cheak. The sting from it was almost as bad as having no blood flow to her limbs.

He strattled her. Bending down toward her face, the light hits his eyes a certain way. She could see he wasn't cut out to be a full-blown killer.

"I don't have to hurt you. Just love me. I would give you everythign your heart desires. Give me a chance.. GIVE ME A FUCKING CHANCE.."

And the twinkle was gone..

This was it. It was now about to happen. All the anticipation. All the thoughts. Just get it over soon. Crying now. She mumbles out. didn't matter though. The gag is ment to block any cry out.

"I'm sorry. I can't understand you. let me remove that gag.."

He rips the gag off. A short scream is let out. Followed by sobs and "please don't do it"s.
He removes his pants.

Bending over to lick her lips he wispers out..
"Don't make this any harder. You will do as I say or it will be worse for you. But as for me, you pain is my pleasure."

JusGasping and racing. She utters out..

"ppleease..."

but couldn't even finish it before he had strattled her face and placed his penis in her mouth. She starts gagging and spitting up from his penis slidding and out of her mouth. This goes on for some time and when he finally seemed satisfied from the oral capabilities she had given up, he slowly works his way to her brests.

Just then he flips.. screaming at her wasn't enough this time. He was now beating her.

His hands grasped tightly around her throat he crys out
"This will be the last time."

With a fast paced movement, he rips all of her clothes of and rams himself inside of her. The pain was more than she could bare. Screaming out for help wasn't any good. It only seemed ot make him go harder.

His grip around her throat tighter now. This is almost the end. Almost at joy witht he thought of dying to get rip of this place put a smile on her face.

Her breathing growing thicker by the second and everything slowing lacking color. It was over.
He had killed her.

"what have I done.."
"what I told you to."
"I.. I.."

It was all too much to bare.
But to litle for him to care.
Some had to have heard all the commotion
for when the police finally had gotten there.

He was found.

Rocking in a corner.
Emerged in her blood.

"I loved you."



The End.