Page 28 of Violent Love: Viktor

My serpent tattoo brushed her cheek as I leaned over her, still pumping the last drops inside.

She didn’t flinch.

She stared into my eyes, like she was trying to understand me. Or claim something back. But she wouldn’t. Not now. Not ever.

“I take it you like your new collar?” I asked, smug.

“Yes, Master.” Her voice was thin. Her lips tight. But no wasn’t in her vocabulary anymore—and we both knew it.

“That was the lowest setting,” I murmured, settling over her.

She went still. Her eyes flicked to my chest, lingering on my scars, but there was no revulsion there—just quiet, watchful curiosity.

I didn’t like it.

“I’ll book you in with the doctor,” I said, smirking when her throat bobbed. The fear returned. Perfect.

I looked down at her pale, bruised breasts, her nipples peaked and begging. I bent down, sucking one into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth. Her moans grew hungry. Her body started to move with mine.

I kept going. Kept teasing. Switching pain and pleasure until her nipples were swollen, glistening, and flushed with red.

When I pulled back, her cheeks were pink, her chest heaving.

“You’re my pet now,Suka. Don’t forget that.”

I pulled out of her, cum and lube dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets. I grabbed her tail plug and shoved it back into her gaping asshole.

A reminder.

For both of us.

Of what she was now.

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I pulled the latex dog mask from the bag and held it above her head like a crown. Except this wasn’t a coronation. It was the final desecration—a grotesque parody of identity.

Day by day. Piece by piece. I was unmaking her until nothing human remained.

She didn’t flinch when I slipped it on, the silicone snout forming over her mouth and nose, stealing her breath and name in one smooth motion. Her pale green eyes blinked from the holes, wide and uncertain, but it didn’t matter.

The mask was part of her now.

I adjusted the ears, touched the glossy snout, and admired how it completely erased her.

Click.

I clipped the leash to her collar.

“Are you ready to see the doctor now?” I asked, keeping my voice light. I’d explained the rules already—no talking. No standing. No hesitation.

She barked. A muffled, pathetic sound through the rubber muzzle as she dropped to all fours without prompting.

My cock stirred. Her tail gave a hopeful little wag.

“Good girl,” I whispered, tightening the leash until her head tilted up.

Then I opened the door.