A soft sigh of pleasure escaped her as she felt his warmth and his breath on her back. She felt the soft caress of his hand across her before he pulled his arm back away from her. His arm landed with a deep, hard blow across her shoulder.
Slowly, her head fell forward as each blow rocked her...
She could feel his fists marking her as they pounded against her pale skin time and time again. In the mirror she could see him, watch him, as he moved around to the front of her. She lowered her eyes away from his gaze and gasped as she felt his hand crack across her cheek. A pause for a moment and then he backhanded her again. And another pause, as if he was waiting for something. When she didn't respond, he grabbed one breast and twisted, causing her head to come up suddenly.
"Look at me, slut. Always look at me."
She shuddered as his voice rasped along her nerves and she looked into his eyes with her tears flowing down her cheeks. When he turned away from her, she followed his form with her eyes. She saw him pick up a knife and walk back to her, a slow smile forming on his lips.
He walked up to her and placed the point under her chin, lifting her head slightly as her eyes locked with his. "I am going to hurt you. What you've felt up till now is nothing. And you will take what I give." He stopped long enough to spread her legs and strap them down as well so that she could not defend herself at all.
As he stood back up, she felt the point of the knife digging into her thigh and slowly start to slide upwards.
