Come the next morning her dream lover was gone yet again. She rolled onto her back and let out a heavy sigh as she realized her clothes were still on. They been so full and exhausted they hadn't even made love. She laid there for several minutes but eventually got up. She went to the bathroom then grabbed one of her morning smoothies. As she drank it she looked out the window and thought of Corrie and Dawson.
Again it was weird knowing she had two lovers. She suddenly realized they could both show up at the same time. She sat on her couch and imagined them both calling her name. Which would she go to? Of course she knew the answer, Corrie. He would always get first dibs. She laughed thinking of herself as something to be had like a chocolate bar. She recalled the chocolate bars they'd gotten and grabbed one, again cheating on her meal plan.
She debated what she wanted to do today. Maybe she would put in some job applications, then go shopping and get some scratch offs. Who knows maybe she'd win the lottery and get super rich. Then she could live a lavish life and wouldn't have to rely on a steady job or anyone for that matter. She let out a pleasant sigh then took her pills and something for the slight headache she had.
She took a long shower then got dressed and went on a walk, to see if there were any new help wanted signs in the area. When there wasn't she stopped by the local market. It was the first time she'd been back since being surprised by Dawson and breaking that jar of marmalade. She was a little nervous going in and worried they might remember her but no one seemed to pay her any mind. She looked at fresh fruits, vegetables, more chocolate and got some scratch off.
After she left the store, she walked by her old place of work and saw they'd begun some construction. It was going to be weird, the first time she had yogurt there. She thought she'd like to take Corrie or even Tawnie, perhaps both to check it out. She looked around at some of the other shops, then came home.
She put her groceries away and had lunch on her meal plan along with a juicy apple, she'd picked up. She got a knock at her door in the afternoon and realized it was gym time. She worked out with her trainer, they lifted then practiced flexibility and holding various positions. She did some running and ended with a swim. She felt like she had so much energy, more then she was ever used to. Maybe it was all the new shit she was doing or not having a job, she'd like to see if she still had this much energy aftger she was working, she definitely wouldn't have this much time.
When she got home she checked her messages. She hoped to hear from one of the places she submitted an application to or Tawnie but there were no messages. She had an orange and curled up on the couch. It rained again and she just enjoyed watching it fall on her window. She read a book and then cleaned her closet.
Several days went by as she mostly kept to her schedule. The salon was easier now, she didn't have to spend all day there, only going in for a few hours once a week for touch ups. One day when she got home she had stuff waiting for her. Dawson had sent her another set of fresh roses in a vase and a jar of his, sperm. She hadn't seen him in a while now. Whoever had fucked up must have fucked up good to keep him this long. That or maybe he'd only call her when he was peckish, maybe she was his new delivery service.
She brought everything in and set it down on her kitchen table. This time, she didn't immediately throw away the jar. She stared at it eating some grapes for a few minutes. She debating tossing it like the rest but decided to try a little. It was freaky yes but it was probably because it was so freaky she wanted to. It had been a while since she'd done anything risky. It was like having a mini sex adventure. She wondered how he could make so much of it...so often. Maybe with those pills he'd said were for conceiving but it couldn't be healthy to always be ejaculating this much right?
She took it into the bathroom and it took her a few minutes to figure out how to insert the cum into the toy. It was still so cold and quite lumpy and stringy. She wondered how different it would be with it. She used the toy and when she came her muscle contracted, the toy seemed to know she was cumming and sprayed into her with a full load of cold cum. She was torn on how it felt, not quiet like a normal ejaculate but just as messy. In the he end she decided it wasn't for her. She cleaned up the toy and tossed the jar like the rest of them before taking a shower.
The next day she applied for some jobs that were farther away then went shopping again. When she got home, she checked her mail and found another postcard from Tawnie. She said she was heading back and hoped to hang out soon. Gwyne was excited to have her back, she thought Tawnie was going to be gone all summer but now she might have someone to hang out with during fire season.
Besides being a local firefighter Corrie was also part of a disaster relief team and a forest fire squad. If there was ever a big forest fire there was a change he'd be called in to deal with it. Because of this she'd always keep an eye on the news around fire season. This year they kept talking about how dry everything was which made for a tinder box of a year. It was amazing how much she wanted it to rain now that she was with Corrie.
She knew he fought fires all the time but somehow a forest fire just felt like that much more. She kept telling herself not to worry and that everything was going to be okay, Corrie knew what he was doing but still it was hard. She knew it was because of this...because she worried that they couldn't be together.
Maybe if she didn't care, he'd considered something more but how could she not care, about someone she loved, being in near constant danger. Unlike him she couldn't just shut off her emotions. Sometimes she wished she could be right there with him, when he was fighting fires that way they could face whatever came together but no couple could always be together. She did her best not to focus on the news and instead enjoyed her time off before she inevitably got another job. She knew it was only a matter of time now, eventually someone was going to call her back but until then she just wanted to relax.
Several days passed as she got into a routine of, gym, applications, tv, masturbation eating and sleeping. It was all rather dull. She couldn't wait for Tawnie to get back but also considered just going out on her own. She was worried about losing control but that was a while ago. She'd like to think she'd matured since then and could handle herself better. She got a few sexy outfits, in case she did decide to go out or one of her lovers came by.
One afternoon she got back from the gym and was feeling extra ambitious. She wanted some chicken stir fry like he mom used to make from scratch. She got all the ingredients at the store, opened a bottle of wine and took her time chopping everything up. She put each thing in its own bowel and began slowly cooking it up and tossing it together. When she was just about done, she got a phone call. She picked it up right away, hoping it was Tawnie and that she'd finally caught her calling.
However she quickly discovered it was Dawson, it was surprising and a little weird since she couldn't recall giving him her number and she knew it wasn't listed...given a few run ins with some creeps. She supposed he had his ways of finding it. After all she hadn't told him where she'd lived and he'd found that out too. As soon as she said hello he got straight to business.
"Have you been following my lists?"
She perked up recognizing his voice and playfully said, "I think the proper thing to say is, Hello Gwyne, How have you been?"
"Answer the fucking question!" he snapped.
She could tell he was in one of his moods and wondered why he bothered to call her, when he was like this. "Mostly," she said with a sigh as she stirred the food in her pan.
"Mostly? What have you been skipping out on?"
"I've been doing some stuff just not everything."
"As I said elaborate!"
She heard a loud pop and then a man screaming, followed by several voices shouting in the background but couldn't make out what they were saying. A second later, the phone cut out. She stopped stirring wondering what had just happened. She kept listening but there was nothing. She wondered if he'd hung up but heard a click a few seconds later, followed by some rustling. Then it was just his voice "Tell me everything you haven't been doing."
"Uh, is everything okay? I heard some sounds." she said concerned.
"It's nothing, I'm working." he said.
"You're working…" she said slowly. Her eyes went wide as she wondered what he could possible be doing to make those sounds. Maybe he was on a movie set or watching TV? Or maybe it was-
"Stop wasting my time, now speak!"
"Speak," she said pulling from her thoughts. He spoke to her as if she were some dog. She looked down at her food and then jumped realizing she was burning it. She quickly stirred it up and added some seasoning before stirring it even more.
"Gwyne."
"Sorry I'm cooking," she said.
"WHAT! YOU SHOULDN'T NEED TO COOK!"
"I mean cleaning!" she said.
"GWYNE!" he shouted not buying it.
She stammered "Well, like I said I uh...well I've been doing some things, just not everything. I mean, I wear the corset! I actually like it now, most days. I really like going to the gym that place is amazing. Uh, the salon was a bit weird at first but I like that too, they mostly just do touch ups now. Uh, I've been taking the vitamins and stuff but the food thing…" she bit her lip then continued, "Is a little tricky, sometimes I want something sweet or a little more hearty. I've been eating the meals and all, I've just also been have other things too, sometimes"
She thought he was gonna get super mad but asked. "What about the jars? Have you been filling yourself up?"
She rolled her eyes, of course the jars that's what he care about. She'd forgotten about them for a moment. "No, I did it once but I don't know, it's weird, cold, lumpy. Doesn't really do it for me."
He snarled at her on the phone, "It's not for you! It's for me! It's what I require!" His voice sent a chill down her spine. She could hear him breathe deeply and knew he was upset before he almost whispered "You know, I am going to have to punish you now."
"Oh," she said quietly, part of her was scared but also...excited. She perked up "What are you going to do, spank me?"She leaning up against her kitchen counter and waited for him to response.
"Nine o'clock, I'll honk you come out,"
"Tonight?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Okay," she said, "Oh uh, we also need to talk about the money thing too. I don't fee-"
She heard the phone click and wondered if the sound had cut out again but a few seconds later she heard a dial tone. She realized he'd hung up on her. She pulled the phone away from her ear and couldn't believe it. She hissed to herself "Did he seriously just hang up on me, fucker."
She blew some hair out of her face, hung up the phone and put the stir fry in a bowl. She seasoned it some more to taste then sat down on the couch. She started to watch a movie but was getting excited thinking about their date. Once she was done eating and had cleaned up, she looked over the money he'd given her again. It was still in the draw Corrie had moved it to.
She decided it was way too much money and was going to return it. She also wasn't going to give him her account information. She felt uncomfortable with him paying her bills...it felt icky somehow, like she was selling herself. She debated declining the salon, gym and meal plans but those were already paid for and she felt they were slightly different. They were like "perks." Sometimes when you dated people you got access to cool things.
Tawnie once dated this guy who could get them backstage at concerts. It was just a perk of them dating and not really a transaction. Gywne told herself she could decline the services at any time but cold hard cash and paying her bills seemed like a slippery slop...like he really would own her. She didn't mind pretending he owned her when they were messing around but she actually didn't want anyone controlling her life. She could easily see herself becoming dependent on him or even indebted and if her father had taught her one thing it was that she didn't want to ever owe anyone.
She put the money in a bag and planned to give it back to him, when they met up again. She checked her clock and saw it was only a little after five so she had time to digest, in case he wanted to take her to dinner. Of course she wasn't sure if he would given he'd said he was going to punish her. Her imagination started to run wild with what that could mean.
By the time she started getting ready she was already wet with excitement. She put on a crop top, with long sleeves but no shoulder. She liked how it showed her under boob and laced up in the front showing a fair amount of cleavage. She added a choker and then a pink plaid mini skirt. She skipped underwear knowing he liked that but put on a garter belt with thigh high tights and cute little ankle boots.
She checked herself out in the mirror and her outfit couldn't have said fuck me more. She laughed to herself and sprayed on some perfume. The make up from the salon was still intact so she only put on some maroon lip stick. She was just brushing her hair out when she heard his horn honk.
She looked at the clock and it was nine o'clock on the dot. She quickly finished up her hair and rushed out of her place, practically bounded down the stairs. She found he was driving himself again and in a new luxury sports car. She quickly got in and saw he was smoking. She went to kiss him but he placed a hand on her chest and pushed her back.
"No." he said without even looking at her.
"Okay," she said realizing she might have been a bit too eager. She sat back in her seat. and buckled herself in as they drove away from her place.
"So what are we doing tonight?" she asked seductively, then lifted her skirt playfully, "I'm not wearing any underwear."
He still didn't look at her, he just drove and smoked. She noticed he had bags under his eyes like he hadn't slept in a while. She quieted down some, realizing he was still in one of his moods. She hoped he had snap out of it by now. She let out a heavy sigh and looked out the window, waiting for him to give her some instructions.
He drove her some place deep in the city she'd never been. It was dark and looked dangerous. It was mostly a bunch of abandoned buildings and warehouses. She wondered if he was gonna fuck her in an abandoned building and shook her head.
She was a total psycho getting excited at the thought of him fucking her up in some strange dark place..with broken glass and ripped up floor boards. Her tights getting all dirty and tore up. Her mind was quickly spiraling but she had a thing for dark and seedy places. Danger...in general, she realized she might not be home for days...might not be able to walk after his "punishment." Uh, fuck she was horny tonight, she took a deep breath and realized he smelled amazing.
"Did you do something?" She asked. "You smell amazing."
A brief smile spread across his lips but he didn't answer her. They drove on for several more minutes in utter silence but eventually he pulled into a parking lot, outside one of the abandoned warehouses. He put out his cigarette then reached into the inner pocket of his jacked and grabbed some pills.
He offered them to her and said "Take this."
She looked at them and asked, "Are they real or not?" She didn't think he'd tell her but he did.
"Oh they're real tonight? You've been a very bad fuck hole and need to be punished" he said turning off the car. "You're going to get seriously fucked up tonight."
"Is that a promise?" she asked taking them from him.
He laughed. "Look at you, going from I'm not a masochist, to promise you'll fuck me up good tonight." His voice got high as he mocked her, then leaned in and finally kissed her. It was a slow smoldering kiss.
When he pulled back she blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed, at how enthusiastic she was. Seriously! She'd done a one-eighty, had gone from angry protests to cries of glee."I know," she said. She bit her lip then continued, "I guess, you just made me realize a lot of things about myself, things I never knew or had been denying for quiet some time now. You're the first person I've been this open with...you-"
He put his finger up to her lips. "Shut up and take the fucking pills."
"Right," she said realizing he didn't want to hear it. Of course, this wasn't that kind of relationship. "Got any water?"
He grabbed some from another compartment in his car, "How many cars do you own exactly?"He didn't respond. She took the water and the downed the pills. "Okay, now what."
"Now we wait." he said.
"For?"
"You to get blitzed out of your fucking mind."
"Okay," she said so far this didn't seem like a punishment. If Tawnie was here she'd be cheering, were about to have a blast. If they did ever meet, she'd absolutely love him, great sex and free drugs, speaking of free. She looked around and cursed, "AHH SHIT!."
"What?" he said giving her side eye as he took another cigarette out and lit it.
"I got so excited to see you, I forgot to bring the money you gave me. I want to give it back, I feel weird taking it. Like it feels icky, like I'm prostituting myself or something."
"Now there's an idea?" he said with a smile.
"I'm serious," she said.
"So am I," He said before taking a long drag of his cigarette. She gave him a hard look and he chuckled as he let out the smoke.
"Seriously!" she said
"Seriously," he scoffed then sighed. He scratched his temple with his thumb then said "I'm not paying you for sex, Gwyne."
"Really?" she said, confused. "Then what's the money for?"
"I'm paying you to do as I ask. As you said my requests are a bit intense. But if you're going to be my play thing, I have certain requirements. I'm paying you to maintain a level of consistency, to wear the corset, take the pills, soak your hole in cum, go to the gym, salon, eat right and be available on demand."
"It is a lot." she said, finding it bizarre he could just list it all off the top of his head. He was definitively asking her to do some crazy shit. "But the money is also a lot."
"It's simply meant to ease your burden and make sure you do everything I requested."
"Yeah well theirs easing and a slip and slide. You gave me way too much and wanting my account information. I'd don't feel comfortable with that, I'm not giving it to you. If you insist this is just for doing as you asked and not like a sex thing, I can maybe take half. I am in between jobs and it is a lot to keep up with."
Who was she kidding most of it was easy, even awesome but one thing her father taught her, was never let them know when you had a winning hand. She didn't feel comfortable getting paid for sex but she didn't mind getting paid to perform a series of tasks. I mean that is what a job was anyway... of course now she'd actually have to do everything he'd requested.
"Fine," he said rolling his eyes. "If it pleases you, half. Just keep both and consider it an advance. I'll give you more later."
"Alright," she said.
"Now, how are you feeling?"
She paused for a long moment then responded. "I guess a slight tingle, maybe some buzz."
"Good," he said, he nodded then smiled, "I think we're ready."
"For what?" she asked hoping to get a hint of what to expect tonight, of course she also hoped to be in for a surprise. He didn't say anything he just got out and she followed suit.
As they walked she asked. "Oh how did your problem from the other day go?"
"Wasn't mine. I told you I don't have problems, it was a clients but I handled it as I always do."
"Cool, cool! What do you do again?"
"None of your business," he said. "Stop fishing, I stay out of your shit, I expect you to stay out of mine."
"Right." she said feeling a bit chilly. "Do you have another smoke?"
"You can have a drag off mine," he said.
He offered it to her and she took in a long drag before letting it out, "I really like these, missed them."
"Yep." he said. "They're good."
They walked up to the warehouse, most the windows were broken, a chain had been unlocked on the door. He opened the door for her and she stepped inside. For a moment she wondered if there was another hidden sex club inside but it was super dark save for some lamps.
"Fitting you wore, pink." he remarked as he followed close behind her. He grasped hold of her ass and tightly squeezed her cheeks. It took a second but the door shut and made a loud echo throughout the large room. It caused her to jump along with his ice cold hands
"Fuck!" she hissed trying to settle her nerves. "Could you have picked a creepier place!"
Admittedly she was getting a bit scared. It was one thing to fantasize about something and another to actually be in the thick of it. This place really was freaky as shit. She could barely see and realized how much he could murder her in a place like this...no ID...no one knew his name or that she was with him. It was stupid, she was so stupid coming to a place like this with him but at this point there was not much she could do right...so fuck it. She took another drag of the cigarette and he suddenly pushed her. She almost tripped stumbling forward.
"Hey," She protested, when she got her footing.
She turned around to face him and he stepped up to her, getting in her face. She trembled back, cowering to him. He suddenly seemed bigger as he took the cigarette from her. He took a drag then blew it in her face. "You just don't listen do you! I said one drag. AND YOU TOOK TWO!"
"FUCK! SORRY!" She said. She couldn't believe he was getting so pissy about one extra drag. "Like I said they feel good."
"You don't deserve to feel good," he said blowing more smoke in her face.
She turned away feeling jittery all of a sudden. Her mind began to race along with her heart and she suddenly struggled to keep track of time. Had they been her for a few minutes or hours longer no less. Things felt fast as he pulled away then slow and then fast and slow. She shivered and started to walk in little circles. "This shit feels weird, like really weird."
"Yep," he said as he walked up to one of the lamps. There was something sitting on top of box that was on the floor. "Put this on."
She looked to see a pink swim suit, cut in a weird style. After a second she recognized it, they called the cut a sling shot swim suit. She'd seen them in porn stores before. It was like a one piece swim suit but just barely. Some fabric covered the crotch then went over her chest like suspends and came together in the back to make a thong. It was like she was sling shotting her crotch thus the name she supposed. She laughed thinking it was funny.
She held it up admiring it for a second, then turned to him "Oh wow, sexy, you gonna fuck me up in in this?"
"That's only part of it," he smiled rubbing his mouth, "Now get dressed,"
She quickly took off her shirt and dropped her skirt before sliding it on. She left on her shoes, stalkings and garter belt he didn't seem to mind. The small fabric in front kept getting nearly swallowed up in her pussy lips, because he boobs were so big they pulled the fabric taut. She felt like she was giving herself a front wedgy. It took a few times but she was able to adjust it so it covered her.
She found her hands were shaking and remarked. "I feel so hyper all of a sudden like all over the place."
"Yep," he said. She suppose that was normal given his response.
He took off his jacket, folded it and put it over the back of a chair. Then rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and pulled a mask from his pocket. He put it on and it covered his head, skewing all his facial features. It made him look like he had no face. It was super freaky.
"Wow your face is just like gone."
"Does it matter? How many men you fuck without faces. How many were just cocks to you."
"I don't know." she said feeling chilly again. She didn't remember their faces but they still had them.
He lifted the mask up slightly, took one last drag of his cigarette, then pulled it back down. He let out the smoke through the mask then put the cigarette out with his shoe. He grabbed some more stuff, a pink hairband that had pink ears and something that pushed her nose up and back opening her nostrils up. It felt so weird when he put them on her. He then put these weird rubbery gloves on her hand that made her fingers into only three. They reminded her of animal feet. It took her a moment but she realized he was making her look like a pig.
"A pig? Do you have things for pigs or something?"
"No, this is part of your punishment. This costume is meant as an insult. You can't even follow basic instructions, you might as well be an animal. You're a greedy pig"
"I am not," she said slightly offended.
"Yes you are, after everything you've told me, you're like a fucking pig when it comes to cocks. Although pigs are said to be smart and you're such a dumb bitch."
"Hey." she said this time she was absolutely offended. He was calling her a pig and a dumb bitch. He'd called her worse but still she felt this was different. She stumbling back trying to think of an insult...for him. "You… fuck...you! Yeah fuck you," she said, then stumbled back even more. Her voice sounded off to her, like it was her voice but came out fast and high pitched. "What did you give me!"
He scoffed. "Does it matter, what wont you put in you. Besides all you should care about right now is this." he said grabbing hold of his crotch.
She smiled but didn't quiet know how to respond. Her thoughts were weird, like there but also gone. She kept smiling then furrowing her brow as she felt she'd forgotten something.
"You've been very bad." he said coming up to her. He took off her choker, "Now I have to punish you but you want that right? Right Gwyne!"
She started staring off into space and he lightly slapped her cheek. "Right?"
"Yeah," she said happily not sure what she was agreeing to. It was weird she keep falling in and out of awareness, like losing her place...her thought train. One second she knew what was going then the next she was so confused and loopy.
"You want me to punish you hard for being such a dumb pig,"
"Yeah." she said some drool escaped her mouth.
He grabbed her neck shaking her about "When I give you instructions you do them, you need to do everything I tell you or you really are no better then a fucking animal."
"Yeah," she said just saying it again and again, 'Yeah...yeah, yeah, yeah". It seemed to be the only word she knew. She laughed then caught herself in a mirror. He'd turned more lights on somehow. He let her neck go and she walked up to the mirror and laughed at herself. "I'm a piggy," she said in awe.
She realized the ears on the hairband were pig ears now and the thing on her nose was pushing it up like a snout. Her body was practically swallowing up this pink swim suit. Her breasts would not be contained and her pussy lips kept sucking up the fabric. She waved her gloves about and proclaimed "I'm am a piggy but a cute sexy piggy." She said before wiggling about in her costume.
He chuckled as he watched her playing with her reflection. He enjoyed how open she was and that even when he was insulting her, she took pride in it. For a moment he let himself get distracted just watched her. After a bit he let out a sigh and said to himself, "Why couldn't I have met you before all the damage was done."
"What's that?," she perked up hearing him
He dug his hands into his pocket and pulled out a but plug that was a pink cork screw. "One last thing to complete your ensemble."
He roughly grabbed her and inserted the plug up her as. She jolted and protested for a second at it sunk in, then admired it. He had to admit she was something even like this. He didn't have a thing for animals but loved a sloppy whore dressed up and degraded in costumes. He could still recall one show he'd attended a few years go at some brothel on one of his foreign trips.
They had this perky twenty something milf, brought out dressed up like a cow. She'd been caught cheating on her husband with multiple men. She'd even left their kids at home to get it from any man she could. So her husband sold her to the brothel. If she wanted to be a dumb cow, and fuck around at least she could make them some money. She was brought out on a leash all shy and sweet at first, a big bell around her neck. Her breast were huge engorged with milk. They had to have been pumping her with extra hormones because she looked to be almost bursting.
Anyone could come up and squeeze her and she'd practically squirt milk. Men would drink straight from her, even milking her into glasses. They paraded her around the whole room having her moo like a cow and expose herself begging for cock. She'd serve her milk up and then milked the men. After a bit she was no longer shy anymore and he watched her true self emerge. She looked about excitedly and would let anyone have at her with glee, cumming all over the place.
After a while she'd reach out grabbing at dicks and bringing them to her because she couldn't wait, wanting more and more. She was insatiable, come morning when he was checking out, the show was still going on. She was covered in cum both her holes blown out from so much cock. Yet she just kept mooing and fucking away on all fours begging for more, a whole lined of men still waiting to plug her. It was a thing of beauty to watch her become what she was always meant to be and serve her true purpose in this life. Last he heard the show was still going on every other night, some ten years later.
He smiled at Gwyne wondering what he would make of her and what she would ultimately become. Right now, in this moment she was his complete, his perfect obedient fuck toy. Juice her up some and she'd let her true self shine through. In this moment she'd probably let him do anything to her...with her. He could auction her off, sell her to a fuck house, fuck sell her organs, he'd probably make more. The market for hearts right now was high, even for one of a whore. Yes, yes he could do anything with this dumb bitch.
She was lucky, lucky, he happened to like fucking her up right now. She brought out this joy in him, this dark side he always had to keep at bay. From time, to time, he let it seep out but he'd always have to pull back and lock it away again. Yet with Gwyne he could let it all out. He could do anything to her and she'd want it, fuck she'd love him for it.
Admittedly, she would have been his dream girl, if she weren't such a fucking mess. Every time he looked into those big dumb eyes of hers, she did something to him. Some part of him just wanted to take her up in his arms and not ever let her go. He wanted to lock her away and keep her just for himself. Yet at the same time this other part wanted to crush her like a bug and destroy her.
He felt like she had betrayed him somehow, though they had just barely met. He had this pent up anger towards her. She looked like the kind of bitch you gave your heart and soul to, only to have her gut you and take everything. Her first boyfriend probably saw that in her, understood what a whore she'd become. He'd probably been testing her loyalty, when he asked her to do his best friend. She was suppose to say no and have some fucking self-respect but she'd failed hard.
He had a feeling she failed at all her relationships. She no doubt spread it for any one, hoping to feel something, if only for a moment because she knew no one was ever gonna love a dumb fuck hole like her. He shook his head, even her cuck, her fucking "hero" whom she'd supposedly loved, just used her as a booty call. He didn't care if she fucked around and let anyone use and abuse her.
Which was fine by him, when he was done with her, there wouldn't be anything left of for the cuck or anyone for that matter. Gwyne turned and stared up at him with those fucking eyes. His breath catch in his throat as he noted palpitations. It almost felt like she had hold of his heart and was slowly squeezing it.
That night they'd first met, he'd been working and she'd just come up to him at the bar. He thought she was some bimbo but when he laid eyes on her, she had this glow to her. He thought it had to be all those shimmering beads but even now in the dark warehouse, she still glowed to him. She was like a siren and called out to him in ways he hadn't thought anyone could.
Someone had messed up at work, he had to handle it personally and it had taken him longer then he'd liked. Other issues arose that needed his attention and there were things he'd already planned, commitments he'd made prior to their meeting that needed to be kept. Yet he couldn't stop thinking about her. He didn't have time for her and this "infatuation."
He tried to stay focused but his mind just kept wandering back to her. He'd find himself zoning out, something he did not do, nor could afford to. It bothered him that he wanted to see her again so badly... to hear her voice. He dialed her number several times but never let it ring. He covered his walls in photos of her. He kept getting inquires about her, from magazines and those that had attended the other night. Given the turn out, he decided there would be no more surprise showings. No he'd have to reevaluate his set up and would proceed carefully before going public again.
He had her under surveillance, whenever she went out, for her own protection and to make sure she was being a good girl. Sometimes when he could manage to be in the city, he'd personally follow her. He needed to see her with his own eyes and be close to her. At night he'd watch the video's he'd taken of her sleeping on repeat.
He kept his favorite pictures of her body, in his wallet, he started to look into her past and treated her like one of his jobs. He ordered a full work up on her and put out feelers everywhere. He found all the places she'd ever lived and put adds in the local papers, with large rewards for any information and even more money if there were pictures. There wasn't any stone he didn't overturn and anything that he couldn't learn about her, everyone left a paper trail.
He dug into her school records and tried to find the people she'd mentioned, her first boyfriend and his best friend. He found her college and looked over pictures of the staff. He tried to find the head of her college's enforcement. The married man that had given Gwyne her first orgasm. It should have been him, all her firsts, all of-
He tore from his thoughts grinding his teeth. He surged with adrenaline and fury, knowing he was letting himself get distracted yet again. He was here to punish her, for throwing out his jars of sperm, for eating that ice cream, the barbecue, beer, fruits, vegetables, chocolate bars and who knows what else. He had made it more then clear, what she could and could not do and she had purposely disobeyed him. He would make her pay for that and there would be no mercy tonight.
He wanted to punch her in the face or take one of the warehouse's loose bricks and bash her fucking face in, for making him feel this way. He wanted to make her into nothing more then a hole to be fucked! Yet again at the same time he...he wanted to shower her with gifts, take her places, dress her up like a doll, keep her lock in a box only he could access. No a vault! Yes keep her like some rare commodity. He wanted her to be his...his...his…HIS ALONE!
He closed his eyes, putting his hands on his temp. He tried to center himself. He hadn't ever been so distracted in his entire life, so conflicted, so so unhinged by anyone. Whether he wanted to keep her for himself or have her fucked into oblivion, it was clear he couldn't get her off his mind. He hadn't been sleeping lately, perhaps this was all just chalked up to lack of sleep but he'd gone on with less before. No, there was something about this whore that unsettled him. She was consuming his every thought and he needed to put a stop to that, tonight.
He opened his eyes and saw she'd begun to wander around. He sighed knowing he'd let himself get distracted once more. He balled his fists up, she was just so stupid! She couldn't follow simple instructions, he'd even written them down. She needed to be put in her place and made to understand. He stepped back and dipped into the shadows of the room. He moved around watching her as he checked on various connections and turned on a spotlight.
Gwyne was feeling much better, at first she'd been all jittery and cold but now she felt kind of nice and breezy, like she hadn't a care in the world. She moved her arms about like she was flying and just wandered through the large room in a daze, weaving and doing circles. Then suddenly she noticed a spotlight turn on and saw a photo set up.
It reminded her of the kind you'd see in stores when you wanted to get your picture taken. It was a farm scene. There was fake grass and a plastic white picket fence on the floor and a backdrop that was a farm picture. It had a nice blue sky with a farm house in the distance. For a moment she thought it was almost real like she could just step into it and be on a farm.
She swayed a bit and stared at it for a few seconds, then looked around for Dawson but didn't see him anywhere. She turned back to the set and wandered up to it. The fake grass looked so lush and green, almost real. She wanted to feel it but her hands had gloves on so she stepped over the small plastic fence and got down on her hands and knees, it felt real, maybe even was real. She laid down on it and began to roll about. She heard clicks then saw flashes. She saw Dawson emerge from the shadows with a camera in his hands.
"What are you doing?" she asked looking up at him.
"Gonna take lewd pictures of you."
"When don't you?" she teased.
"These are special, for my wife."
"Your wife? Why would she want lewd pictures of me, dressed up as a piggy?"
He didn't respond, he got closer and continued taking pictures as he walked around her. Given how much time and focus he'd been giving Gwyne lately, Bray had worried about him. She'd noticed the pictures on his walls, when she'd visited recently and had expressed her concern over this sudden infatuation, especially when she realized it was the same woman in every photo. She mentioned it might be getting out of hand. He wanted to assure her it wasn't, that there was nothing to worry about. This hole was nothing special, just some momentary play thing. He planned to take nasty pictures, showing just how stupid and disgusting she was.
Gwyne started to laugh, she didn't know why but she found something funny. Had anything been said? She didn't know and laughed even harder thinking that was funny as well.
"Come on now, crawl around, act like the pig you are." Dawson called. She got on her hands and knees and started to crawl around on the grass, "There you go, crawl, roll, spread those legs, show off that pig body of yours."
She started doing various sexual poses as flashes lit up the room capturing her in such an embarrassing outfit but it was fine, still nothing compared to fucking naked in a garden and having to run around in front of all those people naked or those men at the park who caught her fucking. It was getting hard to keep track of all this shit with him.
She laughed recalling it now and then laughed again finding it funny that he thought this was punishment. "I like your punishment." She said laying on her back. She put her legs up then slowly open them parting them. She'd spread all the way doing splits then closed them doing them again. It was an exercise she learned from her trainer.
"Don't get too excited just yet, my little fuck pig," he said getting up close to her.
She continued her sexually poses and even oinked at him.
"Yeah do that," he said excitedly, "Keep making pig noises!"
He pushed a button, several red lights turned on throughout the room and cameras began recording. He set his camera down then walked onto the set with her. "Time to roll in the muck, piggy"
"Muck," she said curiously. "Muck rhymes with fuck!"
"Yes, yes it does," he said shaking his head.
He came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist. He lifted her up and carried her to a fake mud puddle, not far away. It was under another spot light. She hadn't noticed it turn on. The mud puddle looked like a small plastic pool, it was brown and empty. He made her get in, then got a bucket that was next to the pool and a baster. He filled the baster with some liquid from the bucket then turned her until he could stick it inside her.
He let it all out in her and she cooed "Ooo that feels good. Cold but good."
"Want more?" he called.
"Yeah," she said. She lowered her head and stuck her ass in the air. He got more filling her pussy up. He kept going until it started to overflow coming out of her.
"You love cum, huh, love loads of it, wish you could roll in it, bath in it!"
She laughed as he picked up the bucket and then poured it out on her. It came out slow clumpy and cold. She wasn't sure what it was at first but rubbed it all over herself feeling sexy. She felt so good right now, so turned on, she released her breasts from the thin swim suit playing with her nipple rings. She twisted them slightly, then rubbed the liquid all over her stomach and down between her legs, feeling it seep out of her. She looked up at him as she licked her finger, curious, the liquid was salty, somewhat sweet and something else, but she knew the flavor and texture well.
"IT'S CUM!" She cried out happy to have figured it out.
"Yes! You know your muck," he said getting another bucket, he poured it all over her head and breasts then down her front, "Soak it all up, suck it up that greedy hole of yours."
"How do you have so much?" she cried. It was so slimy it felt, like it was mixed with other things that or she'd never seen so much at once in all her life. She began to roll and slid and slip in it as he added a third bucket just filling up the fake mud hole and covering her in it.
"Soak in the slop," he gleefully cried admiring how she just kept rolling and squirming in it.
It had cost him to get this much clean cum on short notice. She had no idea, how many men had donated to her latest disgrace but she was about to. He pulled away, a part of the set and she could see a mirror now, see herself in her pig costume covered in cum. Fuck this was degrading, dressed like a pig falling out of her swim suit...covered in buckets of cum. She rubbed it around wondering how one man could make this much. She laughed but continued to slide around in it.
He crouched down admiring her mess. It was hard for him to describe the feeling he got watching her get so dirty and humiliated. She was absolutely deplorable. Yet his feeling for her only seem to grow. No matter how he tarnished her...he still wanted her. He grew angry at the thought of himself wanting such a worthless whore, even after this. He needed to ruin her more...more. YES!
"Open yourself up, really take it in." he ordered.
He grabbed one of the camera's, filming her up close. "Spread your fat lips and push it in your fuck hole." She laughed but did as he wanted, she was highly suggestible at this point, puddy to be molded. He filmed her trying to stuff herself with cum but her gloves weren't the best for such a task. He glared at her then got a funnel, "Put it in!"
She inserted the tip of the funnel and he filled it with another bucket of cum. He filmed her soaking it up, watched as bubbles escaped her guzzling hole."Yeah fuck hole, you take it all, take it all inside you, live in it, bath in it, accept what you are."
She laughed, rolling and sliding about but after a few minutes she just laid there getting sleeping. He grew frustrated with her lack of action and grabbed plastic gloves. He put them on then then grabbed a hand full of sperm and tried pushing it in more and more. He filled her pussy, shoving his fingers up her causing some to come squirting out. He tried pack more and more in. He wanted it all to fill her, make her overflown with cum. When her pussy was absolutely covered in it he turned her towards, the cameras, the perfect spot to catch it all.
"You like this? You like bathing in cum?"
"Yeah." she said sleepily.
"Look at you and your glutenous hole. What wont you fuck! Who!." He laughed at her mocking her with delight.
He licked his lips, ready to tell her, to spill the beans that she had hundred of men's loads inside her. Her pussy now had all the wear without the tear. He couldn't wait to show his wife, how she'd sucked it up, rolled around in it and the look on her face when he told her how dirty and despicable her fuck hole was now. He took off his gloves then moved one of the cameras, centering it on her and her mess.
"Fuck Hole! Fuck Hole!" he snapped his fingers, getting her attention.
"What?" She called back. He loved that she was answering to it. He wanted to fucking change her legal name to it.
He zoomed in on her face. "Guess how many men you've got swimming inside you right now,"
"What?" she said confused,
"Guess, how many men, you've got swimming around in your fuck hole."
He waited for her, waited for her to get it but she didn't. He might have given her too much shit, He made it clear gesturing to it, "This, all of this cum, not a drop of it is mine."
"I don't get it." she said still rolling around. "What do you mean?"
"This and the cum I've been sending you, its from hundreds, maybe even thousands of men."
She looked at him, opened her mouth then closed it. "Wha?"
"You're fucking a pool's worth of men, buckets and buckets of cum, you dumb fuck. What was it your first boyfriend said, "Gross slut… You're a gross slut!"
He caught it then, the heartbreak in her eyes at hearing those words again after doing such a vile act. The tear in her fucking heart widened just that much more. Oh, he fucking loved it and wanted to capture every second of it so he could watch it over and over again. It was a thing of beauty, using her own horrid trauma against her, to get such a rise out of her, especially after he told her he wasn't like her other boyfriend just the other day. He wanted to twist her up good and give her so many fucking scars not just physical but mental as well.. She'd never know who to trust after him, most of all herself. He beamed with pride, this punishment was just so perfect another large crack in her being.
"No, no Toby, you ask me to." she whimpered finally responding. "I did it for you!"
What? Toby? Who the fuck was Toby? Wait did she mean Tobias? Yes that name, he knew it, he'd read it in a report about potential people who could have been her first boyfriend but was not yet verified. There were only so many people who knew her back then and fewer that remembered what had gone on, given how long it had been.
He rubbed his jaw looking at Gwyne as she lost her mind. Was she thinking he was her first boyfriend? This was even better then he'd hoped for! His mask made him faceless, it was to disguise him in the videos but she must have impressed upon him in he drugged out state. To bring up such a traumatic memory and watch her relive it with him was beyond glorious.
The drugs he'd given her made her highly suggestible. Depending on the stimuli he provided it could be a very magical trip or a fucking nightmare. He of course was aiming for the latter of the two. He wanted her mood to get low. He wanted her to plummet given her disobedience.
"It's over," he hissed playing his part. "You're a gross slut, I want nothing to do with you!"
"But you said, you loved me." she whimpered. "You'd always love me. I love you. I love you."
For a moment his chest ached at her words and the look in her eyes as she professed her love to him and reached out. A part of him wanted to reach back and take her into his arms but he quickly came to his senses and steeled himself. She was a disgusting pig and he wasn't going to touch her like this. She was so filthy he wasn't even going to drive her home. She could slide her slippery ass back.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He mumbled to himself.
"I love you." she cried once more, her voice cracking with emotion.
This time it felt like she was saying it to him and not her first boyfriend. He felt his chest ache even more as if she were pulling at his heartstrings. He got angry, very angry, why was she still SAYING THAT, with those fucking eyes of hers. He wanted to gouge them out and cut up face. The way she looked at him, really looked at him, like she meant what she said, was driving him insane. As if this bottomless pit of a whore was capable of such a thing as love.
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF LOVE!" He raged, "YOU DON'T KNOW LOVE! NO ONE HAS EVER TRULY LOVED YOU! NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE A GROSS SLUT, FUCK HOLE LIKE YOU! YOU'RE WORTHLESS! EMPTY! A HALLOWED OUT SHELL! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A HOLE TO BE FUCKED!
She started crying then sobbing madly. He focused on the camera wanting to capture it all. Her face twisted in agony while her body was bathing in countless men's cum. She tried to get up and away but kept falling, slipping and sliding in her own gluttony. She managed to crawl out of the pool but he turned on various spotlights with a remote. The drugs she was on, also made her photosensitive, the lights blinded her when she faced them. He captured her awe struck expression and she was like a deer caught in headlights, with tears streaming down her face.
Gwyne was so confused. She didn't know what was going on. She didn't know where or even when she was. One minute she'd been in the present then somehow in the past with her first boyfriend, who she hadn't seen in years but then she was in the past with him and he was saying such awful shit. This...this wasn't fun anymore, she wanted to get off this ride and make it stop.
She started crying more as she slipped and slid around. Everywhere she looked there were bright lights. They were so blinding she had to turn away and found herself doing circles until there was no where she could go. Everywhere she looked there were fucking lights. She had no choice but to head towards them. She closed her eyes and crawled as fast as she could. After a few seconds she bumped her head on something...a wall perhaps? When she opened her eyes she came face to face with herself in a large mirror.
She pulled back but soon enough there were several mirrors they pushed up on her making an almost box around her. She could see herself covered in cum...countless men's cum. She was a fucking pig! She felt sick like she was trapped in a nightmare and the worst part was she still felt so...so aroused. Her breasts hanging down dripping with cum and her pussy overflowing with even more cum. She was so fucked up, getting turned on like this in some dark place. She didn't know who she was with or how many she'd been with tonight, where had it all come from.
She looking at herself, she was so pathetic and stupid. Who was she? Who was she in this moment? She didn't deserve Corrie's love or anyone's love. She was nothing, a gross slut, a fucking pig, a fuck hole covered in cum, and still wanting more. She cried out falling to the ground. She began to tremble breaking down, she was so cold, so upset and confused.
The plan was just to watch, just to fucking watch! He debated bringing condoms just in case he wanted to have some fun but he'd been adamant, he wasn't going to fuck her tonight. She didn't deserve his cock! No, she had displeased him. He'd seen how she'd broken his rules with ease but what pissed him off the most was seeing her with others... seeing how she pretended, how she flirted and went around with that cuck of hers.
He saw how excited she'd gotten over that crappy bike, she had no business riding in the first place. He'd seen how she'd held onto her cuck, clinging to him tightly on the back of the bike. He'd followed her as she'd held his hand in the park, eating ice cream and he'd watched her sleeping under that tree with his head in her lap. It sickened him seeing her like that, seeing her act unnatural like she could ever be something more then a whore. She was fooling herself, fooling others, she was a liar and he hated liars.
He watched her now, confronted with herself, there wasn't anywhere to escape and no one to pretend for. The full length mirrors all focused on her and surrounded her. She had no choice but to face herself and he could see her cracking under the weight of it. She was no doubt getting close to her breaking point. She was sobbing on the floor, shivering and dripping with cum. He wondered if this was how she'd been in that bathroom all those years ago. Had she shivered then, trembled from all the cocks or took up each cock with glee.
He adjusted the cameras making sure they were all centered on her in between the mirrors. Then he took himself out and began stroking as he watched her, in her disheveled state. He'd broken her down, made her see what she truly was and right now…right now, she was nothing, nothing, nothing, NOTHING!
Yet he couldn't take his eyes of her as she struggled to get up. She kept slipping and sliding all over the place. Her fuck hole was seeping cum, it kept pushing it out to...make room. His chest sunk as he realized it still wanted more...wanted him. It called to him, to fuck her even after being stuffed to the brim with seed. It wasn't enough, her fuck hole still knew who it wanted and needed above all others.
He found himself trembling uncontrollably, he tried to look away but he couldn't. His hand slowed and he knew it wasn't enough to satisfy him. He needed more. He staggered closer, moving in between the mirrors and cameras he'd set up, around her like a cage. He just wanted to get a closer look, is all, a front row seat to her depravity and that disgusting body of hers, heaving with cum. She was beneath him, filth, a fucking pig, nothing, nothing but a hole, a hole to be...fucked.
He dropped to his knees behind her unable to resist her pull. He came up on her and grabbed hold of her hips. It wasn't easy, in her confusion she fought to get away from him and she was so sloppy with cum. He still pulled her hips to him and found his mark. He slipped into her and shot all the way up. He could feel the seed squirt out of her as he filled her up. It wasn't pleasant but looking at her, seeing how fucking wrecked she was in this moment, not just physically but mentally was too much to resist. He couldn't keep his hands off her.
He slapped her ass hard and her pussy twitched and locked around. He threw his head back enjoying the folds of her warmth for a second before he began plugging away at her soggy hole. She trembled with such emotion. She cried out and still struggled with him. She kept trying to get away and was like a wet slippery pig. He dropped out of her a few times as she manage to squirm away but he didn't let her go. He kept hold of her hips and kept pumping backing into her, all be it sloppily.
"CALM DOWN PIG! I GOT WHAT YOU NEED! HERE YAH GO! HERE IS SOME COCK! YEAH FUCK PIGGY FUCK! THAT'S ALL YOU KNOW HOW TO DO. FUCK PIGGY FUCK! COME ON SHOW ME HOW SICK YOU ARE! CUM! SUCK IT ALL UP!"
She felt him thrashing inside her and saw herself in the mirror being fucked by some faceless man. She was horrified and beyond confused. How did he have no face? She didn't know what was going on and struggled. This had to be a nightmare! It wasn't real! She cried out madly trying to get free and wake up.
After a few minutes of her fighting, he gave up on trying to stay clean she just wouldn't stay still. He forced her to the ground and pinned her down, pressing her body into the dirty cement floor. He tangled her hair in his hand and forced her to look up at the mirror and into the camera beyond. He'd placed the mirrors just so in order to get every angle of her disgrace. She looked awful, her eyes were glossy, and red, her nose pushed up like a pigs.
"YEAH! YOU LOOK! YOU LOOK AT YOURSELF!" She glared into the mirror at herself "YOU'RE NOTHING BUT AN ANIMAL! CAN'T EVEN FOLLOW A BASIC SET OF DIRECTIONS!"
He jerked slamming inside her hard,"You're like a fucking slippin slide, with all the men that have been inside you. You might as well be a filthy fucking pig, gobbling up cocks. GOBBLING!"
"No! No! NO!" she cried.
"Yes! Yes! YES!"he roared back then laughed.
He grinded into her as she tried to get free but he was soo heavy, he had her traped. She stopped trying to get away, stopped fighting all together as he kept smacking into her just...just right, packing her pussy full of his fucking cock. She dragged her gloved hands across the floor and felt her body embarrassingly buckle under everything. The drugs, the cum, his cock, the dirty floor, her costume, the horror of this situation, beyond humiliated, violated and afraid. It was all just too much, her body was so broken and messed up from everything that she came so fucking hard.
She cried out as her pussy rattled, throbbed with such intense pleasure. She could feel her heartbeat through her body and her ears were full of static. Her breathe came quick and uneven. Such pleasure tore through her and she uncontrollably clenching down on his member. It was so great but she felt so disgusted with herself. She sobbed madly wondering why she was she like this? How could she still get off when she didn't know what was going on? She sobbed with humiliation but kept cumming her vaginal muscles pumping and pulsing.
He felt it! Her body gave way beneath him and it was a thing of beauty, her cries were beyond mortified. He could tell she'd even surprised herself with how much of a pig she was. His heart swelled knowing he had done this to her, he had crushed her spirit and caused her such agony and she was loving it even now, taking it...taking whatever he had to give.
He mocked her "LOOK AT YOU FUCKING CUMMING. YOU JUST CAN'T HELP YOURSELF, CAN YOU! YOU LIKE BEING A DIRTY PIGGY THAT MUCH HA! HA! WHAT WONT YOU GET OFF ON YOU SICK BITCH! FUCK PIGGY FUCK! FUCK PIGGY FUCK!"
His words taunted her and haunted her ears as she squirmed beneath him, still writhing on the floor with pleasure and disgust. She tried to get free again, saw her boobs flopping about as he lifted her up some from the ground. He got her on all fours and she looked at herself being pounded as he just kept yelling.
"FUCK PIGGY FUCK!
Her entire body shook with each impact of his cock, heaving...heaving with disgusting pleasure. She closed her eyes cumming and cumming as she cried. He was right! She really was no better then an animal...stick a cock in her, stir her up and she'd just go. It didn't matter who or what or where. She trembled as he rode her hole hard, he didn't let up on her once, taunting her endlessly.
"FUCK PIGGY FUCK!" He smacked her ass on one side and then the other as he said it.
After a few hard pumps, he pulled out and she fell forward. He rolled her onto her back and slid her to him. He entered her wanting to look at her face as he grinded her body into oblivion. He lost track of himself then, tangling up in her, grinding and thrusting like a mad man. He ripped at his clothes, wanting to feel her skin against his. He didn't care anymore about anything but her...being inside her.
He wrapped around her like a fucking snake, locking her in his embrace. He turned them onto their side as he drilled into her. He kissing her lips and his euphoria turned into a frenzied fuck as her muscles kept pulsed against him. She was so filthy so fucking ugly, yet he couldn't take his cock out of her.
It was more then the fuck, more then the pain and humiliation. He lost all sense of control slamming into her. He squeezed her her breasts wanting to consume her, consumed every part of her for himself until nothing was left. She was his...his...his...HIS whispers turning to chanting in his head.
He cried out trembling with pure madness. She was a sloppy fucking whore, used up, nearly blown out but he couldn't get enough of her. He couldn't help himself! He just had to have every part of her. She cried out as she kept cumming from his cock, his FUCKING COCK! Even though she was filled with hundreds of men. Her body still pulled his, wanting more and more and more.
She was filthy and he covered himself in it, in her, allowed himself to be caught up. He pulsed with furry and obsession until he roared out with release, filling the warehouse with his cries. For several long minutes he was euphoria itself. He'd never reached such heights and for so long. He caught his breath but kept going as soon as he was hard again. It was like having a bender at a buffet. He fucked her long and hard and just kept coming back for more and more. His heart pounded in his chest, his blood boiled in his veins with such sweet release time and time again.
Slowly he began to come down, he wasn't sure how many times it had been but finally came to his senses once more. He pulled from her body and caught sight of himself in the mirrors that surrounded them. He laughed madly to see himself like this. He was now covered in the filth of a whore. He was beautiful, yes true beauty itself and there was no one his equal, no one better then him. He was the top of the top, a leader of industry and a conqueror of worlds. There wasn't anything that wouldn't be his in time, yet now like this, he looked grotesque...weak. He could not afford to be weak.
He ran his hands over his face and through his hair, seeing his own filth shine through. He got so angry, he clenched his jaw and smashed the closest mirror, destroying the reflection. He got up then destroyed the next mirror and the one after that. He shattered all the mirrors in the room. Then with his bloody hands, he destroyed all the cameras, smashing them into the ground. He couldn't show this to Bray! No one could see this! NO ONE COULD KNOW ABOUT THIS!
This video was suppose to be her disgrace but instead it showed his own. He would destroy all evidence of this moment, his weakness and filth showing through. He thought to destroy Gwyne as well. She was curled up on the floor, zonked out of her mind and madly. shivering He wanted to ruin her as she'd ruined him. No matter how many times he tired to put her in her place and make it clear what she was, she just kept DEFYING him.
He would...he would dispose of her and never think of her again. Yet as he grabbed a shard of glass and raised it up over her, voices called out. He felt like his heart was going to explode as he felt a deep pain in his chest. He clutched it as the room filled with whispers. His eyes popped open wide and he stumbled back looking around the room. He felt like he wasn't alone but he could see no one else.
He realized the voices were in his head. He felt like he was truly going mad. He looked back at her but like a candle in the wind, his furry was suddenly extinguished. He dropped the shard of glass and it shattered on the floor. He shook with indecision... uncertainty... this never happened….this...this never happened to HIM.
He turned away from her and stumbled back through the glass. He vaguely realized he needed to clean up, this had been a mistake...that's what this had been, a MISTAKE! AND HE DIDN'T MAKE MISTAKES! He puffed up his chest and turned back to Gywne. He glared down at her. This was HER fault! THE WHORE! THE NOTHING FUCK HOLE! She was a toxin in his veins, a noxious gas, destroying everything in her path. If he couldn't destroy her then he needed to get away from her and put as much distance as he could between them. He would leave the country and never see her again. Yes! YES! He would never see or think of her again! She...she was a problem and he didn't have problems.
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