Page 12 of Possess Us

Pain

I was right. My name does sound perfect on her lips.

I have never smelled anything as sweet as the scent of her pain.

And I haven’t even started.

Oh, my sweet girl. My delicious Little Sacrifice.

I can not wait to play with you properly.

She trembles, looking at me as I hold her in my hands like the little doll she is.

Her feet dangle inches from the ground, dripping blood.

But she looks at me like I’m her salvation, damnation and retribution.

I’ll be all those things and so much more.

I bring her close, inhaling her scent. I see the goosebumps erupt on her skin and hear the fearful tremor of her breath.

She jumps as a low growl ripples from my chest.

‘My lord of Pain,’ she whispers, her voice low and trembling.

‘I… I am at your service.’ She lowers her gaze, finding my stare too intimidating.

‘I have set you free,’ she continues. ‘Just as I swore I would.’ She swallows again, preparing for her next words.

‘And now, I ask nothing more than what you promised me. Help me get my revenge. Help me end the Brotherhood-’

I slam her down hard, her feet meeting the floor with a thud.

Her scream permeates the air, and her fists grip my shirt as she wails.

Fuck… the power courses through her and straight to me. To my cock.

Tears spill quickly down her cheeks before they open, and her anger and hatred blossom so beautifully behind her eyes.

‘You basta- ARRRGGGHHHH!’

I slam her down once more, and she grabs my arms, openly sobbing after I heard her ankles snap from the force of it.

Perfection. Just perfection.

My head falls back and my eyes close. This is just the start. A mere taste of what she can offer.

Through tear-filled eyes, she looks down and screams, seeing her ankles bent outward and bones sticking through her skin.

She looks back up at me, violent tears spilling down her cheeks.

‘W-why?’ she sobs.

The crowd of damned human souls cheer and applaud, shouting suggestions of what should be done to her next.

To cut. To burn. To beat.

They have no idea how to treat such a delicacy properly. How to inflict true pain.

But they will. For all eternity, they will know what it is to suffer and scream.

For those who hurt her, a special circle of Hell awaits just for them. One of my own design.

No one hurts her but me. Only I can do it right.

Gently, I place her down on the steel bed, easing her down with care and holding her upright. I know all she wants to do is slump on her side and cry. But she can’t stop now. We promised her the world. First, I need to break her.

I want to break her.

She looks past me. I follow her gaze.

Asmodeus. My brother. He has his vessel and looks on as I claim mine.

He winks at her, and she seethes back at him.

I take her chin and guide her focus back to me. My fingers softly caress her cheek, catching the tears as they fall. I can’t resist tasting them and ease my fingers into my mouth.

I knew she would taste as good as she smelled.

My strength grows with her pain. I need more. These mortals never hurt her enough in their worship of me, always holding back in case they kill her. But I can destroy her over and over, and she will never die.

‘Look at me,’ I tell her. ‘Keep your eyes on me, Little Sacrifice.’

‘Are you going to kill me?’

‘No,’ I smile, tucking her hair behind her ear. ‘Tell me you can take it. Tell me you want it.’

Her lip trembles, and more tears tumble down her face.

I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

I take her hand, kissing her knuckles and resting my other hand on her cheek.

I squeeze.

Tighter. Tighter. Tighter.

‘Pain…’ she whispers. ‘I’m yours.’

I lean forward, resting my forehead against hers.

Tighter…Tighter!

Until…

Snap.

Her knuckle breaks beneath my grip, her bones snapping like twigs. Oh, the power she creates. The strength she gives as she wails in agony.

My cock twitches against my trousers, desperate to feel her. To slide it into her open mouth as she screams.

The air around us ripples. I take another deep inhale and moan in pleasure.

‘L-Lust needed lust to gather his strength,’ she cries softly, her forehead still against mine and those big, filled eyes looking right into my dark and depraved soul.

‘Only then was he able to get strong enough to manipulate all those other fuckers at the party.’ She looks hatefully at the gathered crowd.

I think I love her like this even more. So filled with wrath and bloodlust. ‘You need pain.’

I give the slightest nod.

Resolve settles into her. A readiness to be destroyed.

‘I’m yours.’

Oh, darling. That has always been the case and will be that way for eternity.

I continue to crush her hand, and she doesn’t hold back, releasing her screams and allowing herself to feel every bit of it. She welcomes it, panting when she finally stops the screams tearing through her throat.

With a twist, I snap her hand back.

Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she falls limp. Catching her before she falls, I pull her back to this realm.

She blinks, regaining her focus.

‘Stay with me. I need more. Can you give it to me?’

I raise my brow, inviting her to say stop. I will if she needs to.

My dark goddess nods, permitting me to push her to her limit.

I twist again, breaking and grinding the bones even more. Her screams fill this vast space, bouncing off the stone walls and getting lost in the cheers and excited gasps of those in the audience.

Oh, they will pay for their enjoyment of this. For her, I will make them suffer.

As her mouth falls open in exhaustion and agony, I ease my thumb past her lips.

She seals her lips around it and sucks, clamping her teeth down until she draws blood. Her dark eyes are filled with pain as they look at me. But lust too.

I look back at my brother. Is he spreading his curse? This moment is not for him. This is my time. She belongs to me.

But he holds his hands up in surrender.

‘That’s all her,’ he smiles, no doubt feeling her deep-rooted need.

I look back at her. Her tongue swirls around my thumb, and I know she is daring me. Encouraging me.

‘Your screams belong to me,’ I tell her.

‘Your tears are mine and mine alone, and they taste so sweet.’ I run my tongue up her cheek once more.

‘The scent of your pain fills this body with excitement and need.’ I step closer, no longer able or willing to ignore my erection, and press it in between her legs.

The whimper she makes has me ravenous. ‘Ohhh my delicious Little Sacrifice. I beg of you. Give me more. Give me all you can before your body falls limp, your soul breaks, and your heart shatters into as many pieces as the bones I have crushed in your hand.’

She reaches over, her unbroken hand snatching a knife from the tray nearby.

When the guards come to stop her and protect their client, I hold up my hand to stop them, never looking away.

‘And what do you plan on doing with that, my Sacrifice?’

‘I plan on worshipping you.’

She hands me the knife. My fingers slowly wrap around the handle.

I think I just fell in love.

I grip her hips and flip her over, pressing her face into the steel table with one hand and lifting the hem of her skirt with my other, bunching it around her hips and exposing her adorable backside.

She takes a shuddering breath, no doubt hating that she is now on full view to a group of blood thirsty fuckers.

I take off my belt. She hears me and clenches, readying herself.

Oh, the anticipation is as sweet as the pain to come.

SMACK!

‘JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!’ She sobs as the leather belt strikes her ass.

I deliver another hard blow. She screams so hard her voice suddenly cuts off.

So much glorious pain.

SMACK!

I strike the tops of her thighs.

SMACK!

Across her back.

She lies there limp, her legs dangling with two broken ankles. Her hand twisted and mangled by her head. And the welts on her skin rising to the surface.

She can’t take much more.

If I’m to take possession of this vessel completely and master my powers in this realm, I need her pain. All of it. Just this once. Then, a lifetime and more of showing her just how beautiful pain can be.

‘Stay awake for me, Sweet Sacrifice,’ I encourage, walking to her side, my head tilted to the side as I look at her slumped and done.

‘You can take more, can’t you?’ Her eyes follow me.

‘Tell me you want more. Beg me for more.’ The pad of my thumb runs along her lower lip.

‘Beg. Beg me to hurt you. To make your blood slip through my fingers. To hear your flesh rip. To-’

‘Hurt me more,’ she whispers, utterly lost. Succumbed and defeated. ‘I beg of you.’

‘Good girl. Good Little Sacrifice.’ Her dark eyes lower, watching me undo the zip of my trousers.

I take out my cock, already hard, as I start slowly stroking it up and down.

‘The only words of comfort I can offer are that this will hurt us both,’ I tell her. ‘To start with, anyway. But the pain they will feel will be so much more. Watch them, Darling Sacrifice. Watch them all.’

She can’t move her head, but her eyes follow me as I walk behind her. I lean down, gathering the blood still pooling on the floor from her bleeding body, and start working my length with it, smothering my cock in red. She loses sight of me as I position myself behind her.

I kick her legs apart, rest my blood-coated palms on each of her cheeks, and spread her wide. She’s exposed to me, and it’s a fantastic view.

Her heart thunders. I can hear it from here. It speeds further when I rest the tip of my cock against her little hole.

Her unbroken hand grips the table's edge in preparation for what she knows is coming.

‘Do you wish me to stop?’ I ask, my dick teasing her puckered hole. ‘Say it and I will.’

‘My body is yours,’ she rasps. ‘Break it. I beg of you.’

My perfect woman.