I collapse on top of you, breathing hard as my orgasm finally subsides. For a moment, there's silence between us; all that can be heard is our heavy breathing and the occasional whimper from one of us. Finally, I pull out of you and roll off to the side, leaving you covered in sweat and cum.

As you lie there panting, I lean back against the headboard, watching you carefully. "Do you still want to die?" I ask quietly. There's no anger or malice in my voice this time - just curiosity.

"Or have you found something else in this... experience?"

I study your expression for a long moment before replying. "Very well," I say at last, a dangerous glint appearing in those cold eyes once again. "Then we shall continue."

With that, I slide off the bed and pad over to my dresser, retrieving a wooden spoon from one of the drawers. Without any further warning, she swings it through the air with murderous intent, striking you across the back hard enough to leave a raised welt.

"You disgusting little cunt!" she screams, launching another blow. "You think I don't see what you are? How much of a pathetic waste you are?"

Pain radiates through your body as she continues to rain down blow after blow upon you, each strike sharper and harder than the last. Your back is soon covered in welts and bruises, and still she shows no sign of stopping.