I kept my eyes on the road, but it wasn't easy. From time to time I looked at her, smiling in satisfaction as I saw her body responding. Her nipples poked through her dress and he pussy got even wetter, until there was a dark stain on the seat under her ass. She was also gripping the door handle so hard that I could hear the plastic cracking.

By then I knew her body well enough to know when she was close, so I waited a little more and then I stretched my hand, hooking my finger inside the ring that was still sticking out her pussy. With one quick pull, I yanked the three balls out of her and a moment later I saw her cumming. She screamed wildly into her panties, squirming in her seat as the world exploded around her.

When it was finally over she collapsed into her seat with a big smile on her face and the wand slipped of her fingers, landing on the floor. I had to pull over to turn it off, as Melanie was too far gone to hear me.

I drove all the way to the house while she recovered, and once there, I finally told her take the panties out of her mouth. They were soaking wet with saliva, so she carried them inside before she dropped them next to the washing machine.

I paid no attention to her, as she knew what I wanted now. Instead I went to the kitchen, where I poured myself a generous glass of wine. I took a small sip as I walked towards the couch, were Melanie was waiting me. She was kneeling on the floor, completely naked.

When she saw me walking, she smiled eagerly and I sat in front of her, my legs at either side of her body. Without another word, she pushed my dress up to my hips. I hadn't wore any panties that night, so I just moved my hips forwards, until they were just on the edge of the couch.

Breathing deeply, she looked into my eyes, waiting for my approval, and when I nodded, she buried her face between my legs.

Far were her first clumsy attempt at eating my pussy. Now she was quite skilled, and whenever I wanted it to last I had to concentrate hard, or she would make me cum in minutes.

As her tongue buried itself inside my pussy, I laid back, sipping from the wine glass and stroking her hair.

“Ohhhhh…” I moaned quietly as her tongue swirled inside me.

She was getting more skilled every day, I thought with satisfaction. A few minutes later it finally became too much for me and I came, flooding her mouth with my juices. She sucked them greedily, swallowing every drop until there was no more and then she sat back, waiting for my next command.

It was a full minute later that I managed to think clearly again.

“Come here.” I told her, before I leaned forwards. I kissed her deeply, tasting my own pussy on her lips, and as she kissed back I could feel how horny she was.

“What do you want to do now?” I asked her a moment later.

She looked shyly away for a few seconds before she licked her lips.

“Uhhhh… mmmm… I wanted to try the… you know…” she mumbled.

And I knew what she meant. We had bought a new double ended dildo, as the first one I had bought ended up being too small for our taste. It had arrived yesterday afternoon, and we hadn't had time to check it until now.

Without another word, I smiled warmly at her and then I took her hand, leading her towards the stairs. As usual she started running ahead of me, taking two or three steps at a time as she ran eagerly towards the bedroom while I followed her from behind.

When I got there she was waiting on the bed, laying down with her arms folded under her head. I watched her ass for a moment, imagining what it would feel like to fuck her asshole, but I pushed the idea away. There was time for that on another day.

I grabbed a few thing from the dresser and then I kneeled on the bed.

Grabbing a bottle of oil, I started massaging her back as she purred with her eyes closed. Working my way slowly, I moved my hands up, towards her neck, and I concentrated on it for a minute, rubbing the oil all over her skin.

From time to time, I moved my hand under her body, squeezing her neck lightly. I could feel her tensing up, as it was still something that made her uncomfortable, but she stood still as I softly choked her.

Then I moved back and I worked her ass, kneading her asscheeks for a few minutes, while I pulled them apart harder and harder every time. I watched her asshole with lust, and when she started moving her hips in anticipation, I poured a little more oil on her ass and I started moving deeper between her legs. My fingers disappeared easily inside her and she started moaning in pleasure.

Then I took my other hand, moving it in circles around her ass, and as she started squirming I closed it more and more, until my finger was dancing around her asshole.

“Pleaseeeee…” She begged weakly a moment later.

Smiling in satisfaction, I dug into her asshole with my fingernail, pushing hard until I saw it disappearing inside her. She gasped as I moved my finger inside her, and I started working it around, loosening her up for what was to come.

A moment later I pushed a second finger inside her asshole and I knew she was ready.

From the bed, I grabbed a small anal plug that I had given her as a gift. It was a small thin cone made of hard black rubber, less than an inch in diameter at the widest and 3 inches long. I moved it between her legs, rubbing it against her asshole until it was coated in oil before I started pushing it inside her.

I loved watching it disappear inside her, and she always told me how much she loved to feel it inside her, though whenever I told her I would get a bigger one she flatly refused to listen. On the bed, Melanie was moving her hips in circles as she moaned weakly, trembling in pleasure.

I pushed the plug slowly, until the waist moved inside her. Then her asshole sucked it in the rest of the way, until the only thing visible from outside was the base.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” I asked her.

“Yeeesssss… please...” she whispered weakly, but I wasn't planning on anything like that. Not yet at least.

I grabbed her ankles and I flipped her over without warning. She yelped in surprise, shooting her arms to the sides to try to stop me, but I slapped them away easily. Looking into her eyes I stood on the bed, and then I placed my feet at either side of her head.

She nodded eagerly, already knowing how this would end, and I crouched over her face as she grabbed my hips. I felt her tongue moving over my pussy, lapping my juices eagerly, but it didn't last long. Instead she scooted higher on the bed, until I could feel her hot breath on my asshole.

Without hesitation, her tongue started moving over it, pushing slightly as I shuddered in pleasure.

“Ohhhh, shit…. not so fast, I want it to last!” I moaned at her.

She slowed down a little, thought her tongue kept pressing against my asshole, until I relaxed and it moved inside me. Then she pushed a couple of finger inside my pussy, pushing hard until I felt her knuckled pressing against my clit.

It became too much for me. Soon I lost all the control I still had left, and I started grinding my hips against her face. It was hard to believe that she was only 14 years old, and for a brief moment some part of me reminded me that this was wrong, and that I should stop. But as I writhed in orgasmic bliss, her face buried between my legs, I pushed it away.

“Melanieeee!” I screamed into the air before I dropped on my hands.

Her pussy was just under my face, and I could see her juices dripping down onto the mattress as she pulled her legs open. I wasted no time sucking her pussy, and we lost ourselves in each other's body.

There was something raw and incredibly powerful about how I felt with her. There were times I woke up in the morning, before she did, and I just sat there watching her sleep. It took me a long time to realize that I had fallen in love with her, thought it was a somewhat weird and twisted kind of love.

A moment later I felt my orgasm rising higher and higher and I knew I was close. I rose again, sitting with all my weight on her face, and I held her down as she started struggling, desperate to breathe. Her tongue was still moving inside my asshole, making me shudder as she knew that I wouldn't let go of her until I came.

It was a few more seconds until my pleasure finally crested and everything around me disappeared. Bright light filled my eyes and I felt my whole body burning as I rocked violently. Melanie’s hands grabbed my hips, keeping me in place when I started to fall, and for a moment I thought it would never end.

But soon enough it was over, and I fell to one side, clutching my pussy as I laughed. Behind me I could hear Melanie breathing desperately as she tried to recover.

It took me a while to open my eyes again, but when I did Melanie laying next to me, watching me intently. Her mouth was still shiny with my juices and her cheeks were red. She smiled sweetly before looking away, too shy to say what we both knew she wanted.

“I will be right back.” I finally said, rolling off the bed.

I went to the dresser again, and from the top drawer I grabbed the new double ended dildo. I held it in my hand, feeling how heavy and solid it was. It was L shaped, with the short bulbous end designed to be inserted into the dominants woman pussy, leaving the other end for the submissive.

The hard black rubber was shining under the rooms lights, and for a moment I started thinking that it would be too big for her body. Just as quick as it had come, though, it was gone.

Grabbing the separate harness, I went back to the bed, were Melanie was watching me.

I pulled my legs slightly apart, and then I pushed the short end inside me, gasping as the bulb stretched my pussy. It was supposed to help keep it in place, but we had gotten the harness anyways as the last one tended to slid off me from time to time, leaving us frustrated and angry.

The short end was a little over six inches long and an inch and a half in diameter, and on the inside of the L there were three small ridges would rub against my clit whenever I pushed.

Once it was in place, I slipped the harness around it, closing the straps around my hips and my ass. I pulled from the dildo, gasping as the other end moved inside me, but it seemed to be stuck firmly in place.

Once I was ready, I looked at Melanie. She was looking at the dildo, her eyes wide open, and she looked a little afraid. Crawling over the bed, she grabbed it, her hand trembling as she realized that her fingers barely managed to close around the shaft.

“Come down from the bed, and grab the edge, Melanie.” I ordered her.

She still looked scared, but she did as I told her, grabbing the mattress with both hands as she leaned over.

I stood behind her, the dildo in one hand as I rubbed my spit over it. It was at least twice as wide as the biggest dildo she had ever used and part of me was afraid it would hurt her. But another wanted to hurt her, to see her bleed as she screamed from the pain.

Moving forwards, I rubbed the tip against her pussy, and then I started pushing in. Despite how wet she was, I moved slowly, feeling as she the dildo inside me pressed hard against the back of my pussy, until I was shuddering in pleasure.

“Ughhhhh…” Melanie grunted in front of me.

I could feel her body shaking from the pain, but I kept pushing until the head disappeared completely inside her. The rest of the dildo moved much easier, and I kept pushing as it slowly filled her pussy.

“How does it feel, Melanie?” I asked her once the whole ten inches were inside her.

“I feel so... full…” she managed to say in between moans.

Her head was resting on the bed, and I could see her gripping the sheets so hard that her fists were turning white. I wanted to start fucking her right then, but I knew she wasn't ready yet. I stood still, giving her time to get used to it as I ran my hands over her back.

A minute later, I started pulling back, and I saw her pussy closing tightly around the black shaft of the dildo. She was moaning in pain at first, but by the time the head was the only thing inside her, she was getting used to it.

Careful so as not to hurt her, I started moving my hips faster as I fucked her with the dildo. It felt intoxicating to see the huge dildo disappearing inside her small pussy, and soon I was lost in my own pleasure as the dildo inside me pushed and pulled with every thrust.

I grabbed her hips in both hands, holding her tight as I picked up my pace. By then she had loosened up more, and I started moving even faster. The room filled with her moans of pleasure as she relaxed.

Without stopping, I grabbed the base of the butt plug, pulling it out a little until she started gritting her teeth from the sensation.

Her body shook violently with every thrust, and I saw her moving one of her hands between her legs. A moment later she started whimpering softly as she started pinching her clit, just how I had taught her to do.

A moment later I saw her toes curling up from the mix of pain and pleasure she was feeling. She buried her face on the bed, screaming wildly, and I slapped her ass hard enough that my hand remained printed on her skin, forming a red silhouette of it.

But I wanted it to hurt more, so I leaned forwards again, and I dragged my fingernails along her back, pushing hard until there were four red lines on her skin. I smiled in ecstasy when they started bleeding.

Then without warning I felt her body tensing and she curled her back. She gasped in surprise and then she collapsed on the bed, completely unconscious.

I should have stopped to see if she was alright, but I was too close to my own orgasm to stop. Instead I grabbed her hands, and pulling them towards me as I lifted her body from the bed. Her head hung down lifelessly, moving from side to side as I fucked her, and then I went even faster.

I fucked her savagely for a full minute, until my legs felt weak and my clit felt on fire. I was concentrating my whole body on stretching my pleasure as long as I could, but it became impossible.

I finally surrendered and everything exploded around me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was laying on top of her, the dildo still deep inside her pussy. She was completely still, thought I could see her chest moving up and down as she breathed.

I felt weak and disoriented, but I managed to stand, moving back until the dildo left her pussy with a wet sound. It gapped open for a few seconds before it slowly closed down. As I watched, I undid the straps around my body, dropping the harness to the floor and then I opened up my legs. I whined in pain as the bulbous end stretched my sensitive pussy, but soon it was out.

I held the dildo in front of my eyes, still amazed that Melanie had managed to take it all in. The dildo was sticky from our juices, so I dropped it by the bed, knowing I would have to clean it tomorrow.

Then I looked at her once more. The four lines I had left on her back had stopped bleeding but the edges were turning a deep pink, and the anal plug was still inside her ass. I thought it would be really hot to leave it inside her for the night, but maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea. Instead I pulled it out slowly, though she still woke up as the waist left her asshole.

Like her pussy, it gapped open, thought I watched it for a full minute before it closed. Once it was out, I dropped it next to the dildo. I crawled onto the bed, hugging her naked body against mine, and then I covered us with the duvet.

“Did you like it?” I asked her.

She buried her face under the pillow, but I could still hear her laughing nervously. Smiling, I pulled her closer to me, and we fell asleep a few minutes later.

That night the dreams returned again and the next morning I woke up with my pussy soaking wet and feeling frustrated.

I had dreamed of Aline again, and how I had raped her with the dildo until she was bleeding. I could remember every detail of it, every scream and every shudder of her body, and as I watched Melanie sleeping I felt the urge to do the same with her.

---

By then she was spending every minute of her free time with me, and pretty much every night too. Her father didn't seem to notice, though I had never seen him, and she told me her sister just didn't care about her.

I tried to keep working, but doing anything when she wasn't around became impossible. I would just sit in front of my computer, counting the hours until she could come back. My editor contacted me from time to time, and I told her that everything was going great, but when she asked me to send her my work so far I just ignored her until she gave up.

But I had a bigger problem than her.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to contain myself. There was that side of me that wanted nothing else than to tie her to the bed and to rape her ass until it was in ruins. But I couldn't, of course. I didn't even want to do it, not really.

What made it difficult was that Melanie did almost anything I told her. When I suggested that we should try some bondage she said that would be great.

We tried with ropes first, but when we knew she liked it we bought more toy. Handcuffs, leather cuffs, ball gags, clamps, and dildos in every shape and size.

We spent a whole night browsing Amazon, looking for new sex toys to try. Half an hour after we started we were so horny that we stripped naked, and I made her sit on my lap. I held the mouse in one hand and with the other I played with her pussy, pinching her clit whenever we ordered something.

One of the last things we bought was a double ended penis gag, made of rubber and leather. The day it arrived I was so excited that I dragged her upstairs and I threw her on the bed, ripping her clothes off as fast as I could.

The gag itself had two ends, a short stubby one, about two inches long and two inches in diameter, and a long one that was about 8 inches long and two inches in diameter. Between the two was a molded leather plate, that would press against the person's face, and a few leather straps to hold it in place.

I showed it to her, burning with excitement, but her eyes opened wide with fear.

Before she could say anything, I tied her arms and legs to the corners of the bed, her body spread into a big X. Once it was done, she was completely defenseless, and she knew it.

From the dresser, I grabbed a few things and then I returned to the bed. Hiding it from her view, I grabbed one of our vibrating dildos and her anal plug, and after coating them in peppermint oil, I pushed them inside her.

She gasped in shock when the oil started to work, sending a cold burning sensation thought her body. I could see her grinding her hips in agony as she tried to get them out.

Then I climbed over her body, sitting on her chest and I held the gag in one hand.

“You want to do this the easy way, or the hard way?” I asked her.

“Please, just take them out!” she begged me desperately, as I laughed.

With a smile on my face I clamped my hand around her neck, choking her until she had to open her mouth to breathe. Before she realized her mistake, I shoved the short end inside her mouth. She tried to close her lips, but I just pushed it all the way inside her mouth, before closing the straps behind her head.

I could hear her gagging softly as the dildo depressed her tongue into the back of her mouth It was obviously too big for her, but she was still able to breathe.

When it was done I moved back, watching her. The black dildo stood out grotesquely from her face, and I grinned as I felt my pussy dripping with excitement.

I turned around, facing her feet, and then I grabbed the dildo in one hand. I rubbed the tip between my pussy lips and when it was covered in my juices I slowly pushed it inside me.

“Ohhhhhh…” I moaned as the shaft slid inside me.

As she struggled under my body, I kept pushing down, until my hips were resting on her face. I could feel her nose just under my asshole, and a moment later I pushed a little harder, suffocating her under my weight.

I felt her pulling desperately from the ropes as she fought to breathe, but I stood still for a few seconds, drunk with the power I had over her. A moment later I pulled up and I started fucking myself on the dildo.

Despite the size, I felt it filling out my pussy with every thrust, and the sensation was intoxicating.

Soon I was slamming my ass violently against her face and I could hear her moaning in panic as she fought to breathe. I knew that the dildo inside her mouth was supposed to make it hard to breathe, but she was just a child. My mind kept telling me that I had to stop to check if she was okay. I tried to push the idea away, but soon it became too distracting.

I stopped only for an instant, just long enough to see her face. She was crying and her face was covered in my juices, but she was still breathing.

A moment later I resumed my work, impaling my pussy on the dildo. With every thrust I pushed her head against the bed, making it bounce. As I fucked myself, I felt a warm sensation slowly moving through my body and I started pulling from my nipples as hard as I could.

I could fell my orgasm so close that it was driving me crazy, so I slammed my hips one more time against her face and then I held them there. She started struggling once more, desperate to breathe, but I held in place, grinding my ass on her face until I finally came.

I screamed loudly into the air as an orgasm rocked my body and for a few seconds it was so intense that I couldn't even breathe. But too soon it was over, and I slowly came back.

The dildo was still inside me, and I could feel Melanie's warmth between my legs. If not for the fact that she was still struggling to breathe, I would have stayed like that for ever.

Groaning in agony, I lifted myself from her face until I was free of the dildo.

Melanie was breathing furiously through her nose as she cried, and her face was soaking wet with my juices. The dildo, sticking straight up from her mouth, jiggled comically whenever she moved.

Smiling evilly at her, I moved my head between her legs and I pulled the vibrator out. From how wet she was I could tell she had managed to cum, so I pushed it into her pussy again and I sat by her on the bed.

“It seems to me that you enjoyed herself, Melanie.” I said to her as I caressed her hair.

She shook her head from side to side, making the dildo juggle even more, and I had to bit my lips to avoid laughing.

“Do you want me to take that out?” I asked her sweetly.

Again she nodded with her head, but this time I couldn't stop myself in time. I burst out laughing as the dildo danced over her mouth. It was cruel, I knew, but it was nothing compared to what would come next.

I unbuckled the straps and I slowly pulled the dildo from her mouth. She coughed a few time when it left her mouth, and her face light up with relief. I was a little surprised when I saw teeth marks on the hard rubber, were she had obviously bitten hard in her desperation.

“Better? Do you want some water?” I asked her as she licked her lips.

“Yes please.” she said meekly.

Without another word I rose, standing on the bed with a big grin on my face.

“Nooo, please, not again!” she begged uselessly as I moved closer and closer to her face.

“Just open wide. You know I don't like it when you spill on the bed.” I ordered her, moving my pussy over her face again.

I could feel her trembling on the bed, but she stood still, her mouth wide open as I lowered myself over it.

A few weeks ago I had started training her. During breakfast I would force her to pee in a glass, just a little bit, and then I would add a little bit of orange juice. She had to drink it without complaint, or she would have to repeat it.

When she was able to do that, I told her to add bit a bit more pee and a little less orange juice, until one day it was just a small glass of her own pee.

One morning she came down to the kitchen, looking gloomy and tired. She grabbed a glass from the counter and she moved to one side, crouching on the floor as she held the glass under her pussy.

Smiling, I told her that it wouldn't be necessary, and her face light up with joy.

I crushed it a moment late when I pushed another glass towards her, full of my own pee. She looked miserably at it, but she took it without another word and she drank it all.

I grabbed her hair, holding her head in place and then I let loose a stream of warm pee straight into the mouth. A few seconds later I heard it splattering loudly into her mouth as it started to fill.

When I looked down I saw her eyes closed in concentration and her mouth halfway filled with my pee. I stopped, which wasn't easy, and she obediently swallowed it. When she opened her mouth again I repeated the process.

It took her six times to swallow it all, and by the end she was having some troubles. I could hear her dry heaving after the final load, and for a moment I feared she might start puking.

“Well done!” I said, congratulating her when she managed to hold it in.

She looked miserable, but she managed to smile weakly before she collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted.

As I took out the dildo and the plug, I felt horny again. She was still tied, with no way to free herself. She wouldn't be able to resist, I told myself. I looked at the anal plug in my hand, and I wondered, not for the first time, what it would feel like to fuck her ass.

But she wouldn't let me. I could use the anal plug, but nothing else, and it drove me crazy. She said I was too rough, to brutal for me to fuck her in the ass. And of course that was absolutely true. Just last week I had fucked her so hard with the dildo that she had been bleeding for a whole day, and it was a couple of days later when she stopped limping.

But that was exactly why I wanted to do it. Because it would hurt her, and because she wouldn't let me. The more she refused, the more I wanted to do it. Of course I could just force her, and we both knew it. I had done it many times before and she had always liked it in the end, but I knew that this time it wouldn't be like that.

Still tied to the bed, she looked at me and I smiled.

Without another word, I got of the bed and I went to the dresser. Behind me, Melanie raised her head from the bed, desperate to see what I was doing. Smiling to myself, I picked up a short leather belt, a couple of butterfly clamps and a wiffle gag. I hid them behind me as I returned to the bed, and before she could see what I had, I clamped her eyes shut with one hand.

Taking the leather belt, I closed it over her eyes. Then I grabbed the gag, and I pushed it into her open mouth. I saw her breathing in relief when she realized she would be able to breathe with it. Finally I sat next to her and I grabbed the two butterfly clamps. They were joined by a short length of chain, and when you pulled from it, they closed tighter.

I leaned over her chest, taking each of her nipples in my mouth and I started sucking them softly as rolled them between my lips. Her body soon responded to my touch, and a moment later her nipples were standing proudly from her chest.

Once I was satisfied, I stopped, leaving her wanting more. Then, without warning, I placed the clamps over her nipples and then I closed them.

She gasped in shock as the cold metal dug into her flesh, and I nodded in joy.

“Iiii urrrss!” she moaned through the gag.

Back at the dresser, I took the big double ended dildo we had and I pushed it inside me. I locked the straps around my hips and then grabbed a simple pair of leather cuffs before I returned to the bed. With her eyes covered she couldn't see what I was doing, but she knew it wouldn't be anything good.

Working fast, I close the leather cuff around one of the ankles and then I untied it from the bed. Before she could escape I locked her two feet together and I pulled her legs up, folding them against her chest.

The position left her pussy and her as ass completely exposed, and as I stroked the dildo in one hand, I felt the urge to fuck her ass again. And like every other time, I told myself that it wouldn't be today.

Instead, I pulled the vibrating dildo from her wet pussy and I replaced it with the one I was wearing. She was used to the size bi then, so I just started fucking her a few seconds later. I took my time, enjoying the sensation I had with the other end of the dildo inside me. Below me, I could hear her moaning in pleasure despite the pain she must have felt from the clamps.

I kept fucking her for a while, alternating between fast and slow, and moving one way or the other, teasing her until I felt my own orgasm getting closer and closer.

Then I grabbed the chain that connected the clamps, and I pulled lightly. The clamps closed a little more, crushing her nipples between the jaws and I saw her body tensing as the pain overwhelmed her.

“Oiuuuuuuu!” she screamed shrilly through the gag.

A moment later I pulled again from the chain, picking up my pace as I fucked her even harder than before. Soon my hips were slamming against her ass and I pulled a little more. Her nipples turned white and she started grunting as saliva ran out of her mouth.

I felt so close to cumming that it started to hurt, but there was another thing I wanted to do.

I released the chain and I closed my hands around her neck, squeezing as hard as I could.

With no warning, she wasn't prepared for it and she started gagging almost instantly. She started struggling violently, but my weight pinned her to the bed and her arms were still tied. She had nowhere to go, and she knew it.

I kept squeezing as I fucked her, until her face turned from red to a deep blue color. I had lost all control, and as I fucked her savagely I knew that this time I wouldn't stop until I came. Her grunts became louder, more desperate, and a moment later she started coughing dryly.

It finally became too much and I came once more. Despite the overwhelming sensations running through my body, I kept fucking her as I squeezed her neck, desperate to lengthen my orgasm for as long as possible.

I managed to open my eyes as the last wave of pleasure flowed through me. Her face was a deep purple and she was gurgling desperately. Terrified, I released her neck and I scrambled to pull the gag off.

It came out of her mouth soaked in her saliva, and a moment later she managed to breathed in. A long whizzing sound came from her throat, but she breathed again and again. With trembling hands I removed the clamps from her nipples and then I took the blindfold off.

Her eyes were bloodshot red and she was crying, but she stood still as I tried to undo the knots around her wrists.

When she was finally free I made her sit on my laps and I hugged her. I was sobbing hysterically by then. For a moment I had believed that I had gone too far, and the idea had terrified me.

“I am sorry! I am sorry!” I told her as I cried. “Please, forgive me!”

She tried to tell me something, but the most she could manage was a broken croak. Holding her tightly, I shushed her, telling her everything would be okay.

It took her half an hour to breathe normally again, and even after that her voice sounded dry and raspy. But she told me she forgave me, and the next day we acted as if nothing had happened.

---

After that night, the next couple of months were a bliss. I was too scared to hurt her again, so I started taking it easier. I didn't push her as hard, and I tried to be more caring to her.

That is not to say that we stopped having sex, but instead we got back to some of the thing that we used to do at the beginning. We started walking through the forest again, and in the evening we watched movies together. She came to my house to do her homework, and we would sit on the kitchen table, both working quietly.

I was in love, truly in love with her. And I was scared, because while every minute with her felt precious, another part of me felt constrained. I could still remember how I felt as I came that night as I choked her, and the memory tormented me.

But she didn't seem to notice any of that. To her, I seemed to be the only thing that mattered, and she wanted to spend every minute she had with me.

We still fought from time to time, as any couple will do, but they were for minor things. I used to get scared at first, as she sometimes got really angry with me, but we always seemed to fix it, one way or another.

Then one Saturday morning, after we had sex, she told me there was something she wanted to tell me.

“What is it?” I asked her.

She looked away, turning red with shame as she bit her lower lip.

“Ohhh, no! Don't tell me you are pregnant!” I said jokingly, making us laugh.

“Nooooo! This is serious!” she said.

I sat against the headboard, watching her as she tried to calm herself.

“I want to move in with you.” she finally blurted.

I stood completely still as I tried to understand what she meant, but I wasn't sure. She practically lived with me, and I pointed that to her.

“Yes, but I want to move with you. Truly live here, with you.” she said, looking at her feet.

“Melanie… I would love to, but.... we can’t. You can't just leave you house. Your dad… I mean, you are still underage.” I said, trying to reason with her.

“My dad doesn't even know I am alive, and my sister would rather have me dead.” she said angrily. “I rather live with you, just the two of us.”

“I know that. But what about school, and your friends.”

“My friends are a bunch of morons and I can keep going to school. You take me there most mornings, anyways!”

I didn't know what to say to make her see reason. I watched her silently as I tried to think of some way to convince her, but my silence only made her more agitated.

“Say something!” she said to me, making me jump.

“Melanie… I… you know I love being with you, but you can't move in with me. What if someone found out? I would go to jail if they discovered what we have been doing.” I finally managed.

“You are only 14 years old… you have to understand. Maybe in a couple of years...”

She looked unsure for the first time, but she wasn't ready to give up. Not yet.

“I wouldn't tell anyone… Helen, please…” she sounded so sad and fragile.

I wanted to hug her, to tell her that I would always be with her, but when I moved closer to her she moved back, getting of the bed.

“Noooooo! Don't you trust me?” she asked screaming.

I made a mistake then. I got off the bed too, moving towards her and grabbing her arm. She pulled away quickly, and before I could react she slapped me in the face, rocking my head to one side.

I felt my face burning were she had hit me, and before I could stop myself I slapped her face back.

The moment my hand connected with her face I realized my mistake. I knew shouldn't have done that, and I also knew I should apologize to her, before it went any further, but I was too angry and too proud.

Instead I glared at her as she glared in fury.

“You… stupid… old…” she managed to say as she turned red with anger. “I will tell everyone what you did to me! How you took advantage of me, how you raped me!”

I knew she was just saying those things to hurt me, because she was angry. But I couldn't stop myself.

“You little ungrateful cunt!” I screamed at her.

She started crying as I watched her. Without another word she grabbed her clothes from the floor and she stormed out of my room.

I was furious with her. How dared she threaten me? My vision turned to red, and I started thinking of all the thing I would tell her. I dressed quickly, suddenly feeling uncomfortable at being naked in front of her.

By the time I finished dressing my anger had faded away, replaced by a cold feeling of dread as I realized what I had done. I walked down the stairs, hoping against all odds that she was feeling the same, but when I got there, she was holding my laptop in her hands.

“Melanie…” I managed to say before she lifted it over her head.

A moment later she slammed it against the floor, and the case exploded into a million tiny pieces.

We both stood silently, watching as the last pieces slid across the floor. I could see in her face that she had realized her mistake, but I didn't care. I threw myself at her, screaming wildly and she started running.

“Melanie! Come here, goddammit!” I screamed at her, but when she turned around, she looked terrified.

Before I could catch her, she ran out of the house, moving along the road while I chased her. We were both barefoot, but we did not seem to notice. I was in better shape and had longer legs, so was soon catching up with her.

When she saw me so close behind her, she turned around into the forest and I followed her, weaving between branches and fallen trees. With every passing second I got closer and closer, but up ahead, between the trees, I could see the road.

Desperate to catch her before she reached it, I pushed a little harder, until I was just a few yard behind her. Sensing I was close, she grabbed a tree, swinging herself out of my way, and she picked a thick branch from the floor. She held it in front of her like a club as she tried to catch her breath.

“Stay away!” she screamed desperately.

I could hardly breathe and my feet were in agony, but I stood in front of her lost in a haze of rage.

“Put that down! Right now!” I screamed back at her.

But she looked terrified, and just like me she had lost it. She swung the branch wildly in my direction, and when it had passed, I jumped at her, tackling her to the ground.

We fell hard on the ground, and as we hit the ground, I heard a loud cracking sound. A moment later I managed to untangle myself from her I saw her lying on the ground, her head lying on a fallen log.

She was still breathing, but when I touched behind her head, my hand came wet with blood.

“Ohhhh, god…” I managed to say before I broke down sobbing.

---

I managed to drag her back the house without being seen, and when I got there I just collapsed on the floor. She was still unconscious, though she wasn't bleeding anymore and her breathing was slow and even.

I laid her on the floor by the entrance as I sat on the couch, grabbing my head as I tried to think of a way to fix everything. I wanted to believe that we just had to talk about it, that it would be fine, but I was scared of what she might do.

What if she woke up, telling me that she was sorry? Maybe the next day she would go to the police to tell them everything we had done. The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became.

I needed time, that was for sure, and I needed to do something with her before she woke up. Before I could panic again, I ran upstairs and I grabbed the rope we kept under the bed.

Then I picked her up from the floor and I carried her into the basement. It had been a long time since I had been there, but it still looked like before. Light filtered through the dirty windows and everything was covered in dust.

I carried her towards the back, were I remembered seeing a sawhorse. Then I laid her onto of it, facing down, and I tied her arms and legs to each wooden leg. When I was done, I pulled from the ropes, but there was no slack, and I felt sure that she wouldn't be able to escape.

Just before I left, I used the same rags I had taken before, to cover the windows once more. They were still on the floor, just where I had left them, and when it was done the basement was completely dark once more.

She was still unconscious when I left, but I closed the door just in case, and I locked it with an rusty screw driver that was lying outside it.

Trembling in fear, I went into the kitchen and I made myself some tea, telling myself that it would help me think. I was paralyzed with fear, and I couldn't stop shaking. I felt I couldn't trust her anymore, and the idea terrified me.

I started asking questions to myself. Did she had a diary? Had she told anyone about us? My mind was racing a million miles an hour, and for every question I managed to answer, two more came to my mind.

At some point I realized I heard someone crying, and I stopped to listen. I came from the basement, just under the kitchen. She was awake, then. It made me feel both relieved, by knowing that she was okay, and terrified, by knowing that I had to do something.

Like many times before, one side of me told me that I could thrust her. That if we talked, we could understand each other. That I should just go down to untie her, to apologize for everything.

But another part of me just saw it as an opportunity. I imagined myself doing things to her, things that had no turning back, and the idea terrified me.

At some point I realized it was getting darker, and I was still trying to think what to do. Melanie was crying weakly for help, but I knew that there was no one close enough to hear her.

Trying to calm myself, I grabbed a bottle of wine and I poured myself a glass. I drank it down as it were water, and then I filled it again, drinking a little slower that time.

But as the alcohol moved into my mind, I was finally able to relax, and that dark voice in the back of my head became louder.

By the time I finished the second glass, I was slightly drunk. I grabbed the bottle and a flashlight from the kitchen drawer, and I dragged myself to the basement. I stumbled halfway down the stairs, but I managed to grab the handrail before I fell to the floor.

Once I was at the bottom, I took another sip of wine from the bottle and I walked toward the back, where I could see Melanie’s body, still tied to the sawhorse.

“Helen?” she asked weakly when she saw the light.

Around us, the basement was completely dark, and I started to feel watched, even though I knew we were alone.

“Hello, Melanie…” I said as I stopped in front of her.

She was still tied how I had left her, laying face down along the sawhorse with her hands and legs tightly tied. She was tearing a pair of black tights and a white tshirt, but no shoes, and even in the poor light of the flashlight I could see that her hands and feet were turning a deep purple color.

“Please, Helen. I am sorry I hit you… please, just untie me, okay?” she begged, her voice trembling with fear.

“I can’t Melanie, you will tell everyone what we did.”

I took another sip of wine, enjoying the warm feeling I felt as it traveled down my throat. Then all of a sudden I felt dizzy. I dropped the bottle to the floor, where it shattered, and I fell to my knees.

“I won't, Helen. I promise I won't. Just untie me, it hurts…” she was sobbing now, and it was terrible to watch her.

But I was still angry with her. I felt my face getting hot as I thought about what she had said to me, and suddenly everything was clear.

“No, I won't. Not this time.” I got up again, swaying slowly in front of her.

“Helen, you are scaring me… please…” she begged again, but I didn't listen.

I turned around and I left her there in the darkness as she cried my name. I went upstairs, already knowing what I had to do. I stripped naked again, throwing my clothes to the floor, and then I took the double ended dildo from the dresser. I slipped it inside me, grunting in pain as I pushed the bulbous end into my unprepared pussy, and then I locked the straps around my hips and my ass, locking it in place.

I grabbed a plastic bag that was laying around and I picked a few thing I might need. A gag, the leather blindfold, more rope and a roll of duct tape, a few dildos, clamps, anything that I thought I might need.

Then I went back down to the kitchen, and I grabbed a pair of scissor from the kitchen drawer. Grabbing the flashlight again, I left the house, feeling the cold night air over my naked body.

I felt exposed and vulnerable as I walked around the house. It was completely dark, and except for the narrow beam of the flashlight, there were no lights around. I hurried to the basement, running down the stairs, and once I was in I closed the door behind me.

Melanie was just where I had left her, calling me desperately. But I didn't listen to her, and as I approached, I pointed the flashlight towards her face, blinding her.

“Helen, is that you? Please… untie me, I can't feel my hands!” she was sobbing hysterically by then.

I could feel my pussy getting wet as I watched her. Keeping the flashlight pointed at her face, I dropped the bag and I grabbed the leather blindfold. I moved quickly, wrapping it around her head until it covered her eyes, and then I locked it behind her head.

“Helen… I am scared… what are you doing?” she sounded so small and so afraid, that I had to stop.

What was I going to do? I knew what I wanted to do, but could I really do it? I felt my anger boiling inside me as I remembered our fight, and how she had swung that branch at me. The wine didn't, help either.

Without saying anything to her, placed the flashlight on the floor next to her, pointing up into the ceiling. It gave a soft warm light as it bounce off, illuminating the area around us, thought the rest of the basement was in complete darkness.

From the bag I grabbed the gag, a simple ring gag this time, that we hadn't used much, and I stood in front of her.

I grabbed her hair, pulling hard as I forced her to bend her neck backwards, and she started screaming in pain. When she opened her mouth I shoved the metal ring inside her mouth, pushing it as far as it would go, and then I locked the leather strap behind her head.

“eeeeleeennn… easeeeee!” she kept screaming as I gently caressed her head.

I kneeled in front of her for a while, just watching her. I usually hated to see her crying like that, as it made me feel terrible, but today I couldn't feel anything. A few moments later I rose from the floor, and I walked around her.

I picked the scissors from the bag, and standing behind her, I cut her tights away, pulling as much of the fabric as I could without untying her. Once it was done I did the same with her shirt. She hadn't had time to put on panties or a bra, so when she was naked I stood back.

She hadn't seen me, so she had no idea I had the dildo on. I slowly walked around her as she moaned in pain, stroking the dildo. It looked grotesquely big next to her, and even though we had used it countless times, I still thought it should be too big for a child like her.

Spitting in my hand, I smeared my saliva on the hard rubber, and then I stood behind her. Her pussy was just at the right height, and as I grabbed her hips in one hand, I started grinning.

I pushed hard into her pussy and half the dildo disappeared inside her, even though she was far from wet. She started screaming from the pain as she trashed around, pulling desperately from the ropes until I could see them digging deeply into her flesh.

Then I kept pushing, burying it deeper and deeper, until my hips were resting against her ass. Without giving her time to recover, I fucked her savagely . My hips slammed on her ass with a loud meaty sound and I could feel the dildo inside my own pussy pushing and pulling hard with every thrust.

After all this time, it felt glorious to fuck her as hard as I wanted, with no restrains.

But it was far from pleasurable for her. She kept screaming and grunting in pain as I raped her, and her body shuddered in agony. But as her pussy started to loosen up, I slowed down, wanting to make it last as much as possible.

I started moving slowly, running my hands over her body. Her skin was cold and covered in sweat, and in the dim light it looked a pasty white that made me feel uncomfortable for some reason.

After a few minutes a sensation of warmth started to spread all over my body, spreading out from my pussy. I was getting closer and I could feel an orgasm building up inside me. I ran my fingers over her back, caressing gently as I pushed the dildo deep inside her pussy.

“Why did you have to do it, Melanie…” I asked her. “It was perfect… why did you ruin it?”

Melanie was just laying on the sawhorse, her head hanging to one side as she cried, though she didn't seem to be in as much pain as before.

But I was getting angry again. I told myself that this was all her fault, that she needed to be punished. I started pushing the dildo as hard as I could, until she started grunting in pain once more.

Then I had an idea. I slapped her ass really hard, making my hand sting, and then I pulled out. The dildo came out wet and sticky with both our juices, and I could see her pussy gaping open grotesquely.

I walked around her body, holding the dildo in one hand and when I was in front of her face, I grabbed her hair with my other hand, pulling it up. Despite the gag, she must have smelled the dildo, because she started trashing around as hard as before.

“Oouuuuu! easeeeee, ooouuuu!” she begged through the gag.

A few week ago I had tried to fuck her throat, but it had been a disaster. Even with a smaller dildo that this, as soon as the tip touched the back of her mouth, she started gagging hard and we had to stop.

She must have know what I planned, and I could see her desperately trying to pull away, but it was useless.

I pulled from her hair, making her screaming and then I pushed the dildo past the metal ring. I was a tight fit, but I made it through and as I slowly moved it deeper into her mouth, I heard her retching.

But I kept pushing despite her protests, until I felt it hitting the back of her mouth. All the muscles in her body tensed under her skin, and her body shone with sweat. I looked down, and I could see her drooling constantly as a long stream of saliva pooled on the floor.

Then I moved my feet slightly apart, and I grabbed her hair as best as I could. Without warning I pushed hard again. I felt the dildo inside me pushing hard as her throat blocked me, but after a few seconds it gave way and the whole dildo disappear inside her mouth..

I watched mesmerized, my body tingling as I tried to imagine the agony she must have felt, and then I saw her cheeks bulging. She made a wet, tortured noise before vomit exploded from around the dildo, spraying my thighs and my stomach along with her face.

I pulled back quickly, more in surprise than in panic, and when the dildo cleared the gag again she started puking again. She convulsed on the saw horses as she kept going and going, while I watched a few feet away.

When it finally stopped, she hung her head down, too exhausted to move, as a slimy mixture of puke and saliva dangled from her open mouth.

I was trembling by then, drunk in power and feeling so horny I thought I could explode with just a touch.

I moved closer to her again, stepping on the pool of puke that was under her head without caring. Smiling, I grabbed her hair and I watched her face. She must have been in complete agony, but I wasn't done.

Closing my eyes, I released her head and I stood still, just listening. Every time she tried to breathe, I could hear a wet gurgling sound coming from her throat, and her body trembled in pain. I closed my eyes, running a wet finger over my asshole as I tried to contain myself.

A moment later I walked around her once more, and I grabbed her hips in my hands. Her back was raising and falling quickly as she breathed desperately despite the pain.

“Uuughhhhh…” she grunted weakly.

For a moment I wondered if she knew what was coming, but then I dismissed the idea.

I moved my legs apart and then I grabbed her ass in one hand, my thumb resting on her asshole. She didn't seem to notice though, which was a shame. Then I started pressing hard, slowly moving my thumb into her asshole.

It was tight, much tighter than her pussy, but I kept pressing until my finger disappeared inside her. She was moving her hips from side to side, probably in discomfort, but as I pulled out I slapped her ass hard. A moment later I pressed with my hand on her lower back, holding her in place.

Grabbing the dildo, I pushed it against her asshole, trying to force it inside her, but it was too big for her.

She started wailing in agony as I kept pushing, but it was useless.

“Stay still!” I screamed at her as I slapped her ass again.

Then I spat on her asshole, and I pushed my thumb inside her once more, working it around as I tried to loosen up her last virgin hole. Melanie couldn't do anything to stop me, and I saw her getting more and more terrified as she realized what was coming.

When I could move it easily, I pushed another finger in, working them until her asshole loosened up just a bit more. It was still tighter than her pussy, but it would do.

I pressed the dildo against her asshole once more, smiling in satisfaction as I felt her sphincter opening to accommodate the tip. It was incredibly tight, and as I kept pushing Melanie kept wailing in agony.

She had never been fucked in the ass, and the widest plug I had used on her as was just a little wider than a thumb. The dildo must felt huge to her, and the tip was just the beginning.

I kept pressing, moving it deeper and deeper into her bowels as she grunted in agony. My body trembled in ecstasy as I saw it disappearing inside her, inch by inch, until it was all gone.

I stood still for a moment, holding it in place as I watched her squirming. Her asshole was incredibly tight, so much more than her pussy. Whenever I moved, I could feel it gripping the dildo tightly, pulling the one inside me.

I closed my eyes, remembering the video in which I raped Aline. With that image burned in my mind, I pulled back and I started fucking her asshole for the first time. There was nothing gentle this time. I didn't take my time, I didn't wait for her to get used to it. I just fucked her as hard as I could, slamming my hips against her ass so hard that I started pushing the saw horse along the floor.

Melanie was wailing in agony, her screams filling the basement as I grunted savagely.

Lost in ecstasy, I just fucked her, letting loose all the anger and frustration I had inside me. I dragged my fingernails over her back until she was bleeding, I slapped her ass until it was red and my hand was on fire, and then I just kept fucking her, punishing her with the dildo.

Then I looked to one side and I saw the bag, lying on the floor. I shook my head, telling myself that it was too much, but that dark part of me was fully in control by then.

I pulled out of her asshole in one brutal movement, and the dildo came out with a loud plop. It was covered in blood and shit, and her asshole gaped open grotesquely.

“Oooouuiiiiiii!” she wailed in agony, making me shiver.

I grabbed the tape and her ripped shirt from the floor, picking a small piece, and then I walked towards her head. I wiped the puke from her face and then I stuffed the fabric into her mouth, packing it as tight as I could before I taped it in place, wrapping it a few times around her head.

With her mouth closed, she could only breathe through her nose, and I saw her struggling in panic.

Then I grabbed the bag, dropping what was left inside to the floor, and I went back behind her.

Her asshole was still gaping open, and blood was dripping down her thighs. I pushed the dildo once more, though this time is slid in easily, and I started fucking her again. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feeling, moving closer and closer to my orgasm. When I thought I could almost reach out and touch it, I slipped the plastic bag over her head, tying it roughly around her neck.

She stood still for a second, probably not knowing what was happening, and then I saw the bag pulling tight around her head as she breathed again.

A moment later she pulled from the ropes, more desperately than before as she realized that she couldn't breathe. I started fucking her again, oblivious to her desperate cries. The world around us slowly faded away, until there was only us. I could almost feel her agony in my mind, and as her body started spasming I finally came.

I collapsed on top of her, my pussy contracting rhythmically around the dildo still inside me, and I gasped in shock as the world around me exploded.

When I came back I was laying on top of her struggling body. I felt weak and disoriented, but I managed to get up. The dildo came out of her destroyed asshole covered in blood and more shit, and her asshole was a ruin of torn flesh and blood.

With the dildo poking grotesquely in front of me I stumbled forwards, until I collapsed on the floor, just in front of her.

I raised my hand towards her face, pulling the bag tightly against her. I could only see the outline of her eyes, wide with panic, as she tried to breathed inside the bag. I was just about to poke a hole in the plastic, to let her breathe, but I stopped myself.

My hand dropped to the floor, and suddenly I felt terribly exhausted.

“Why did you have to ruin it…” I whispered as she tried to breathe.

She kept fighting the ropes, desperately trying to get the bag out of her head, but it was useless. Her movements became slower and more erratic as she slowly suffocated, until she couldn't keep her head up high anymore.

I was trembling, fighting with myself as I thought about freeing her, but it was too late for that. I just watched her from the floor as she stopped moving. After she stood still, I could see her chest moving for a full minute, until it suddenly stopped, and she was finally dead.

I waited for another minute, waiting to see if she would move again, but she didn't. I felt devastated, and I had to look away as I started sobbing hysterically. I don't know how long I laid on the floor, but at some point I couldn't take it anymore. The darkness, the smell of blood and puke, the feeling of her body close to me, it just became too much.

With great effort I managed to get up again. I undid the straps around my hips, dropping the dildo to the floor and then I stumble my way to the outside.

The night was freezing cold, but I didn't care. I closed the basement door behind me, and only then I realized that I had left the flashlight behind.

In the darkness, I stood perfectly still, too scared to move. I could feel that someone was watching me, just in front of me where the forest started.

“Hello?” I whispered, to afraid to do anything else.

A minute later I was still there, trembling from the cold and the fear I felt, but everything was silent. I turned around, touching the wall and I staggered my way along it until I got to the front door.

I felt incredibly relieved to be in the house again, but just in case I locked all the doors and windows before I dragged myself into my bedroom.

The room still smelled of her, and for a moment I saw her sitting there, just as she had been that morning. I could believe it had been less than a day since then.

I don't remember lying on the bed, but I woke up the next morning, clutching one of the pillows. My head was killing me and I felt weak and feverish. Yesterday seemed like a bad dream, and for a moment I told myself it had been. But I could remember every detail, every word and scream. This time it hadn't been a dream, no matter how much I wanted it to be.

I dragged myself out of the bed and I got dressed as best as I could. Everything hurt, and for a moment I watched the bed, thinking that maybe I could just go back to sleep. Then I shook my head, telling myself that I couldn't.

Instead I went outside, stopping by the door. It was a beautiful morning. The air was cold and crisp and I could hear the wind blowing through the trees. I went back to grab a sweater and then I walked around the house.

The basement door was still closed, and when I opened the inside was completely dark. I almost called out her name before I realized what I was doing. Pushing myself forward, I climbed down the stairs, moving along the wall until I found the first window. I ripped the rags off, feeling a little better as light entered the basement.

The I noticed the smell for the first time. A pungent mix of wine, puke and blood filler the air, making me shiver. I turned around, and I could barely make out her body, just a few feet away from me. I quickly pulled the rest of the rags off, and only then I managed to walk up to her.

Her body looked pale and waxy, and when I managed to touch her she felt terribly cold.

Trembling, I untied her and then I laid her on the floor. I took off the bag, and then the gag and the shirt from her mouth. The blindfold was last. Her eyes were still open, staring at the ceiling thought they were glassy and lifeless.

I hugged her against my chest, like a mother would a child and I started rocking her softly as I cried. The ropes had left deep marks around her wrists and her ankles, and in her struggle she had managed to cut herself with them.

I stood like that for a while, just crying. Then I laid her gently on the floor and I went out. I had a shovel in the shed, and with it I started to dig a hole, just on the edge of the forest. It took me most of the day, and by the end I was covered in sweat and dirt, my body screaming in agony from the effort.

I carried her up the stair in my arms, and then I lowered her onto the hole, dropping the toys that were on the basement and what was left of her clothes to one side.

After one last look, I finally buried her body, trampling the ground as best as I could before I went to sleep again.

---

The first two months after that were pretty rough for me. Her dad reported her missing that same night, and the police opened up an investigation, though at first they said that she must have ran away.

A few days later, the police called a press conference, saying that they were working on several leads, but that they now thought she had been kidnapped. They also asked anyone with information about her, to contact them.

I became terrified, thinking that surely she must have left something that could point to me. An email, a diary, even a chat or a friend that knew about us. I started having the same dream of her, in which I killed her over and over again, reliving that moment in perfect detail, until I feared to sleep, just like before.

I spent days just sitting in the house, waiting for the time they would come for me. I became paranoid, and any noise I heard was suddenly a cop, walking outside the house.

Rumors started going around that she had been raped and killed, that her body was lying in the forest somewhere. But they never found a body and every lead they found turned into a dead end. Soon people lost interest in the case, and everyone forgot about her.

With time I managed to put everything behind me. I started working again, concentrating on the book with the hope that it would help me. I was able to sleep again, and after some time the dreams stopped. I worked nonstop for a few months, until the book was finally ready.

After the first edition sold out in just a month, I was ecstatic. My editor asked me about my next book, giving me a few ideas she had, but I told her I wanted try something new for a while.

I had many ideas I wanted to explore, mostly about things I had learned with Melanie. Despite my editors protests, my next book was a comp