[M] the devil made you look

Salvia Eternity · 03-26-2012, 03:28 AM

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Broad concepts—those of morality, for example—were beyond her. There was no room in her for faith. She knew only blood, and knew only the law of the strong. This was the only true religion. Her mother and father believed in greater powers, but in her time knowing their gods, she had come to see them as ideas and not physical things she could touch or feel or even fear. This demon above her, this man she loved above her own father, he was her god. He was a god of true fear and of true wrath.

Her head was pulsing with dull, steady pain. There were sharper instances of it from where he struck her, and she felt her skin aflame. Something else was burning too; it was a strange feeling, somewhere between her belly and her loins. Never before had a man been atop her; never before had she felt her dominance forced into such a low state. Of the primal needs she knew and understood, sex was not yet one. Therefore, she felt an ache and did not know what it was, but in some way, it felt different from the pain.

For a brief moment, she felt a rush of mad triumph as she struck him. Then too suddenly a fist of iron slammed into her well toned belly. A gasp of pain escaped her and was cut off as his hand clenched around her throat. Now, true panic began to sink in. Her writhing motion became thrashing; she bucked her hips against him, trying to find a grip with her feet. His other hand had come down on her throat and still snarling, she began clawing at his wrists in an attempt to free herself from the terrible pressure that was slowly cutting off air from her lungs.

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