FOR MATURE READERS! I can't really rate it, but this can get a little weird. So be mature and leave good criticism. Thank you and now ON TO THE STORY!!!
I jerked my hands again, both bound together to the bars on her headboard. I could see the streetlight flicker on outside her window. I needed to be home soon before my parents noticed my absence. It would be a while, but I still wanted to be sure that I wouldn't get in trouble.
She sat above me, on top of my waist, not allowing me to move. Her hair fanned over her face, so I couldn't see the evil look in her eyes as she played with the knife in her hand. I was her toy and she was looking for blood tonight.
Her hand ran up my shirt, pushing it up so that she could see the only skin she hadn't cut up yet. She touched it gently and the butterflies fluttered at her soft touch. My thoughts clouded over and I found it hard to believe that she'd be a true sadist. I remained silent, since that was her will.
"What to do, what to do," she murmured, tracing patterns with the blade of her knife. "You disobeyed me again. I thought I would have taught you the last time. You said you'd be good for now on. You lied." Her eyes flashed with a look of anger, but then matched the cold tone she used. She pushed her blonde hair away so she could see me better. "You're mine, Kana. Mine alone." She pursed her lips as she traced her first initial on my stomach.
"I know that!" I pleaded. "Don't hurt me! I understand. I won't do that again."
She shook her head and smiled. It was one that shook me to my core. It was harsh and angry. "So you don't want to play with me anymore? Am I boring you? Do you want to go be with that other girl you like so much?" she asked, stabbing the knife into my stomach. I could feel a trickle of blood fall from where she sliced it.
"No! There is no other girl!" I yelled, denying that completely. I never hung out with any other girls because of her jealous streak.
"Bullshit" she screeched, taking the knife and jerking it across my face. Blood fell from underneath my eye. "You bitch, you faggot, you dyke, you nigger, I want you to remember who owns your ass!" she yelled, slicing the first initial, an A, into my arm.
"Stop it! It hurts!" I yelled, trying to move away, to get away from the knife. "I know you own me, I know you do!"
She only laughed. "No. No you don't. I'll help you remember though."
"I'll tell," I whispered. "I swear I will."
She cocked her head to the side and smirked. "What will you say, your girlfriend did this?" she asked, knowing my response.
I stammered and closed my eyes. "I hate you. I will end this," I whispered.
"You can't do anything about this," she replied, laughing. "You're a fag, remember?"
I turned my head to the side and tried to hide my tears as she carved her name into my arm.
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