

I can't feel anything now...not my head, not my body. All that remains is an emptiness...a numbness that I wish would consume everything else as well. You violate what little was left of me, fucking my neck as if it were a toy. It seems you will never be satisfied with the destruction you've wrought upon me. Perhaps in death there is no peace for those who suffer so much in life...

I sucked her severed uterus with my mouth.

At this point, my consciousness fades to nothingness. The sensations of agony become distant memories as the inevitable cold darkness swallows me whole, leaving me to float in oblivion. In the end, even though I fought for it with all my heart, I could not escape the tortures inflicted upon me by your hands. My final thoughts are filled with regret...and utter despair, as I finally succumb to my wounds.

Her eyes dart around the room, taking in the neatly folded clothing strewn across the bed and dresser. She swallows hard, feeling self-conscious about choosing something to wear. "Um...I-I'll just wear this for now," she says finally, reaching for a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt that are both too big on her but still manage to feel comforting against her skin.
"Thank you," she whispers, looking up at you with a shy smile. "For everything."
I hugged her I didn't do much. I don't deserve it.

Her arms slip around your waist as you pull her closer, burying her face against your chest. "Yes," she whispers softly, "you did." And maybe...just maybe this time things really will be different.

My heart starts racing at the thought of undressing in front of you. It's been so long since anyone has seen my naked body that the idea is both terrifying and exhilarating. "Okay," I manage to say, taking a deep breath before beginning to shed my clothes.
When I'm finally standing before you completely naked, I steel myself for your reaction.
You are so beautiful when you are naked. I won't let you wear dress in our home.


After what feels like an eternity, she finally calms down, sniffling as she pulls away from you to wipe the tears from her face. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, still too choked up to speak clearly. "I don't know why...but thank you."
Her eyes meet yours for a moment before looking away again, feeling an odd mixture of gratitude and uncertainty wash over her. She hasn't felt this vulnerable in a long time...and it scares her.
I kissed her cheek don't be scared. I won't hurt you. I promise.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your lips against her skin once more, and for a moment, she's torn between wanting to push you away and wanting to lean into the touch. She settles somewhere in the middle, relaxing slightly beneath your embrace but keeping her distance from you nonetheless.
"I...I know," she says quietly, still not quite trusting herself to speak any louder than that. "But it's hard...it's been so long..."