EroticReverie

Eve

Malachi drags me to the shed, throwing the door open and I'm met with the overwhelming urge to puke at the smell of rot. There's no bodies hanging from the chains like there was before. There's still blood in the dirt and on the cement, all the chains still dangling from over head as Malachi goes off and drags me to the lowest hanging set. 

"You really shouldn't have done that pet" he growls as I cry. I don't even bother to beg him to not kill me. I know he will. His pet was tainted, I'd let Ryder touch me. Even worse, I'd wanted him to. I didnt know much about how their fucking minds worked, but I knew enough to know, Malachi wanted me to be his. Only his. To know that I willingly was going to fuck Ryder. I was going to pay for it with my life. 

"hope you enjoyed his fingers in MY fucking cunt" Malachi growls, bringing a long metal chain with a collar atattched to it. Clasping the thick silver metal around my neck as tears rip down my cheeks. My hands go up next, Malachi yanks the chains so they reach, cuffing my wrists, each raised up above my head. 

"Hope you enjoyed being a little fucking slut." He snarls, walking across the shed and I watch him turn a rank, the chains above me rattling, my eyes going up as I watch them pulled slowly, raising me up, first my wrists lift till the heels of my feet leave the ground. Then another crank is pulled till the collar at my neck as my head stiffly in place, cutting into the skin below my jaw. 

"You must like pain Eve. To do such stupid fucking shit that you know will make me unhappy. Letting him touch what's mine....then running from me...thinking i'd ever let you fucking run me...stupid little cunt..." he growls. Walking over and then is grabbing my dress, lifting it up, and then I feel his cock against my ass. 

"Malachi, please" I beg. 

"Shut your fucking mouth, I dont want to hear your fucking voice." he growls at me, and then I feel him squat slightly as he shoves his cock up into me with one hard thrust, the chains rattling, his thrust lifting me even further off my feet, the pain is severe, and I feel dizzy, I feel..nothing but the pounding of Mal's cock...his brutal grip on my waist as he steals my breath and the pain sends me into a black out. 

I'm being jostled when I come to, Malachi groaning , jerking his hips, hot cum spilling into my cunt as he growls and then pulls out, my dress dropping, my wrists burn, my neck hurts and jaw is sore from the collar biting into into as my head hung limp, for however long I was out for. From the cum dripping down my legs, I'd say it's been awhile, and that the load currently being dropped off in my cunt was Malachi's first. 

"You're gonna fucking kill her." I hear a voice as I groan, still partially out of it, but aware of enough to know Lazarus was in here. God, he was going to let Laz kill me. LAz would finally get what he wanted. My dead fucking corpse. 

"Good" Malachi growls, snarling as he pants behind me.

Lazarus speaks again.

"Take her down." Lazarus says. 

"Fuck off Laz." Malachi growls. 

"You're gonna kill her." Lazarus repeats. My mind trying to makeout the tone of Lazarus's voice, so much different. Usually when he talks about killing me, or anyone, it's meant with excitement, but this, sounds like a warning, like he's cautioning Mal. 

"She fucking deserves it." Malachi growls and even through the pain currently radiating from between my legs, the soreness of my wrists. It hurts more than I want it, to hear Mal not care if he kills me. But what do I expect? Why am I so fucking surprised.

"No she doesnt." Lazarus says, and I wince groaning slightly. Neither of them paying attention to me. Did Lazarus just say what I think he said?

"Get the fuck out Laz!" Malachi yells at him. 

"She's part of us now. You kill her, you'll regret it." Lazarus says and I must be hallucinating. 

"The fuck do you care for!? As soon as she's dead you'll be buried in her, isnt that what you fucking want?!" Malachi yells. 

"How come you wont let us have her Mal?" Lazarus asks. "Dont we deserve her too, how come you're the only one that gets to like her? How come me and Ryder dont deerve to have her want us too?" Lazarus huffs, my vision going in and out. This conversation couldnt be rule. Was I dead? Was this some fucked up afterlife nightmare? Was I in hell? 

"Get. Out." Malachi snarls. His hands coming back to my hips, rough hands grabbing my dress and lifting it. 

"Mal.." Lazarus growls. 

"IF I WAS GOING TO KILL HER, SHE'D BE DEAD ALREADY, GET THE FUCK OUT!" Malachi yells and then slides his dick into my abused body once more. 

Lazarus huffs, mutter something and I hear the footsteps of him exiting the shed. 

"what the fuck are you doing to me" Malachi growls lowly, to himself. I just groan, my body in so much pain.

"what are you doing to me pet" he groans and thrusts slowly. But it still hurts, the space between my legs is the worst it's ever felt. I just cry , attempting to make some sort of movement to fight my way off his cock, but his hands just pull me back, his hips thrusting into me, knocking me off my feet and I cry out as the cuffs bite into my wrists. 

"p-please...s-stop" I croak. 

Malachi groans, slowing. 

"No" he grunts, thrusting harder. I let out a cry.

"Please, please, just fucking kill me" I sob, Malachi stops. 

"That what you want? For me to fucking kill you?" he snarls in my ear and I nod.

"You'd rather be dead than be punished for what you did?" he growls. 

"Yes" I cry. 

"Well too fucking bad." He growls. 

"You dont get to run from me...and you don't get to fucking die to escape me....you are mine....till that day that I fucking die" he groans and then fucks me deeper, impaling me on him. His words the last thing hear, his cock the last thing I feel, before I pass out again. 

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I'm being carried. My body crushed against Malachi's chest as he carries me like a firefighter, saving a child from a burning building. Except I'm not a child, and he's not a hero. He's a fucking psychopath that is carrying me across his front yard back to my own personal hell in his home. 

"Did you-" Ryder's voice starts.

"She's fucking fine" Malachi growls , stomping up the stairs with me in his arms. 

Fine ? I was FINE? I felt like I was dying, felt like I'd had a fucking boulder dropped on my pelvis and my wrists stung and my neck hurt. I look at my wrists, they're raw and red and I feel my lip tremble. Remembering Malachi tell me that I don't get to run from him. That I don't get to escape him.

Malachi deposits me on his bed gently. Then walks to the bathroom, I hear the shower running. Then he comes back, stripping his clothes off, then pushing my dress up, and pulling it off of me. My body limp as he lifts my shoulders and maneuvers the dress off me. My body is scooped back up and I'm brought to the shower. 

He makes me stand, but I can barely do it. So his arm holds me around my middle as his other hand washes me. I whimper when his hand gets between my legs. I flinch, my legs trembling.

"Shhhh" he whispers, hushing me, as if he isn't the one responsible for the searing pain between my legs, for the weakness of my body. 

"I won't hurt you." he whispers, gently rubbing between my legs. I couldnt even feel a thing, other than pain. I wasnt sure if he was trying to pleasure me, or clean me, but I dont care, those words...he wont hurt me? What a fucking joke. I break into a sob. I can't do this. I can't fucking pretend.

"I hate you" I cry.

"Shhhhh" he whispers, kissing my hair. My mind as fucked as the rest of my body, broken just as badly. His sweet kiss and soft whisper fucking with me. 

"I hate you" I repeat myself. 

"I know." he says and then is finishing his duty of cleaning me, of rinsing us off as I sob and repeat nothing else but "I hate you" over and over. 

"Just kill me" I sob as he lays me on the bed , drying me off with a towel.

"I can't do that Eve." he says shaking his head, his hands are gentle as his moves the towel over my damp skin.

"i don't love you...i'll never love you" I cry. I cry because i'm hurt physically...and hurt emotionally. I cry because a small part of me had already been brainwashed into wanting to love this man. Why did he keep hurting me? And why were the times he was gentle with me so good? Why did I let the worst parts of him get buried under the fleeting good parts. I can fucking feel my mind breaking apart. He was doing to me what I was naive enough to think that I could do to him, and to the others. To play a mind game that I had no right playing. 

"I hate you" I cry as he leans down, kissing my stomach. 

"I hate you" I cry harder and his lips brush my skin softly and carress my navel , his tongue dipping against it. 

I sob harder as he cups my breasts softly, and places tenders kisses on them. My brain fucking twisting and cracking and I shake my head, my neck stiff from the pain of the collar I had on for who knows how fucking long. The pain of what he did to me in the shed as punishment, the soft kisses on my breasts, on my neck now...soft kisses , soothing the marks of his fingers...of the collar....trying to cover up the fucking evidence and wipe it away with his mouth. 

"I hate you" I repeat, my voice sounding less and less convincing as my brain breaks entirely, giving Malachi the victory of making me unable to effectively hate him. 

"no, stop" I cry as he keeps gently kissing my neck, gently holding my face, and kissing the spot below my jaw where the collar was digging into my skin. 

"stop, stop" I cry, tears spilling from my eyes. 

He says nothing, because he knows exactly what he's doing, and what's happening. And it's fucking worse that what he did in the shed. Because he was making me his all over again, reeling me back in, even as my body laid there fucking abused and ruined by him. 

"please stop" I plead as his green eyes look into mine, and I sob, choking on my begging cries for mercy. 

"shhh" he whispers. His lips brushing mine, pressing to mine and I cry, my lips pushing back, my body shifting slightly. 

"stop" I cry, my mouth moving over his, kissing him back. "stop" I beg as I cry, my hands lifting my sore wrists shaking and hands trembling as I clasp his face in my hands. Malachi groans and kisses me deeper. 

"stop, stop" I pant, but I'm kissing him, my tongue licking his for approval, my brain broken and stupid, I cry unable to stop it from happening. I keep kissing him, my mouth moving over his as Malachi groans deeply and his hand slips down my side and then pulls me up further onto the bed and lays beside me , propped on one arm as he keeps his mouth dipped to mine, kissing me softly, even as my mouth moves frantically, panting and gasping as I kiss this monster, his hand on my stomach, smoothing over it. His hand sliding up and carressing my breasts. 

"there she is....there's my pet..." he whispers, kissing me still. GRoaning against my mouth. 

"There's my sweet , good girl" he groans and gently stoakes his fingertips over my breasts , tracing fingertips around my nipples as I whimper, unable to keep my mouth off his. 

"i hate you" I pant, breathing rapidly, losing my breath, not understanding how I could possibly fucking need his mouth the way that I do. Because you're broken. He's broken you. My mind tell me, as my hand slips up into his hair, and I moan, pulling his mouth harder to mine. 

"i hate you" I breathe and he groans. 

"if this is what its like to be hated by you pet...i cant wait for you to love me"