I want him to pin me down on the bed, tie my hands up together with his duct tape, gag my mouth to muffle my screams, grab a blade, and slowly start cutting my arms, enough for there to be blood dripping, but too shallow to actually kill me.
Then, slightly lift his mask to slowly lick my wounds as I whine, my eyes start tearing up, then he'll grab one of my breasts, and he would probably comment on their small size before pinching hard on my nipple.
Grabbing the buttons of my shirt and undoing them, walking away after he's done, I'll wonder if he's going to leave for good? If guilt got to him? If I'm safe?
But I should have known better and known he was only teasing in the beginning.
He'll come back with a wooden cutting board, a short and long one that has a handle for easy grabbing. I'll be confused as he places it on my night shelf, but then he will explain its function. If I protest, he'll hit me with it as hard as he can, practically using it as a spank paddle. I'll just slowly nod since, realistically, what else can I do?
He would just giggle before fully taking off his mask. I would be surprised, for two reasons, one the fact that he’s actually revealing his face while doing these awful acts, and how he looks, his face is soft, definitely someone I wouldn’t expect to show these behaviors, but it makes him almost… cute?
My thought would be interrupted by a sudden pain, I’ll look doing to see him making a long slow cut on my pelvis up to my abdomen, rubbing the blood all arounds my belly as he looks up at me, laughing a bit to him as he sees my tears and squirming, cutting a bit deeper as he warns me to stop moving so much, even eyeing the ‘paddle’ a bit deciding to use it or not but he’ll prefer to stick his hand up my skirt to slide off my panties, I could kick him easily, hell I could have done that a long time ago but I know I’ll be bluffing if I said I wasn’t getting at least a bit wet by his actions and now that my panties were down to my ankles he also knows how damp I’m getting.
He’ll pass his hands briefly on my pussy lips, just to make see how wet it is, when he gets enough conformation, he’ll unzip his pants and shove his cock inside of me, I’ll squirm but it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would, considering the cut in my stomach, graving my hips as h slowly fucking me, looking at blood in my stomach, when he gets enough into it he’ll get on top of me and going hard, I’ll cry do to the pleasure and pain of felling his body weight on top of my wound.
He’ll start kissing and biting my body, leaving hickies all over my upper section. I’ll definitely cum while he’s fucking me, but I couldn’t imagine he would care or even slow down his pace, probably just leave my tummy full of his cum, slushing his cumwitht his dick inside of me.
When he’s done get off and give me some fake praise on how he didn’t have to use the ‘paddle’ on me and how I was such a good girl for him, then grave the blaze to cut the duct tape off my hands, I should fight back now that am free but he knows I won’t, instead I just button up my shirt.
He’ll wave good bye before exiting my apartment room by the window, the place he had come from, I would question if I should report this case to the police but I never told him to stop nor fought back, I guess since he had the upper hand and tied me it’s consider rape but I’ll just decide to sleep instead to get back my energy and buy some Plan B tomorrow.
(This was supposed to just be a short, horny post, but it turned into a crappy fanfic instead…. Sorry for this stupidity. Also, I don't know if this breaks the rules since this was originally going to go into /s4s on 4chan, but it was too long... so sorry if it's against the rules.)