***All sexually active characters depicted herein are of age, 18 years old at least, and, some of what you read may cause distress. Be safe and vigilant.***
A month on from her rape video being spread around her workplace, Tiffany, 22, is at home in her bedroom, getting ready for a night in with her family for a combination hen and stag night for herself and her betrothed. Since her family is also his, coupled with her being down and not wanting to go out in a more traditional way, a small, stay-in night has been arranged.
Craig, 21, comes up to his fiancee, and asks, "How are you feeling?"
Tiffany barely let's him finish speaking before saying, "I'm fine."
Craig sits down on the bed, looking across to her sitting slumped at the desk, and softly says, "Clearly, you are not fine. Please, be honest with me. I want to know."
Tears well up in Tiffany's eyes, and her chin trembles, and she admits, "I'm... feeling bitter... angry... Being on leave from work all this time since... that happened, hasn't helped with me feeling like everyone is laughing at me, wanting to fuck me too. Every time I close my eyes, I can see their eyes burning into me... It hurts..."
Craig assures her, "They are not laughing at you. They are concerned about you, and sorry for what happened."
Tiffany turns to face Craig, and scolds him, "You think you are telling me what I want to hear, but you are not. I don't believe a word that comes out of that mouth of yours." She gets up from her seat, and walks across to her fiance to say, "You want me to be honest with you? I want to choke the life out of you. I want to feel you struggle beneath me until you become limp... dead... Maybe then you will know how I feel."
Craig offers without hesitation, "Do it."
Tiffany pauses, not moving nor saying a thing, staring blankly down into Craig's eyes. She feels a cold smoke fill her and wrap around her, her fingertips feeling like ice, not even realising she has already reached out to touch her fiance's face, falling onto the bed on top of him. Sitting around his chest, she brings her hands to his throat, and grips with every bit of strength she can find. She doesn't feel like she is squeezing at all, almost numb and detached, so she pushes down with all of her weight on her hands.
Craig's legs start to kick on the end of the bed, and his hands grab fistfuls of the bed clothes, but his eyes stare softly up at his fiancee, contented in her presence. She doesn't even look at him, instead closing her eyes and burying her head in her shoulder. Craig kicks faster, and faster, and he sputters from his mouth as the pressure in his head gets ever-so tight.
In that moment, Tiffany releases her grip, and sees Craig gasping for breath, laying still beneath her, not trying to get away at all. She bows down, sobbing, "I'm sorry. Forgive me?"
Craig braces his arms around Tiffany's back, and pulls her to lay down on top of him, softly saying into her ear, "There is nothing to forgive. You can let it all out on me; any time you need to. I'm here for you."
Tiffany asks, "How can you want to marry me?"
Craig replies, "Because I love you."
Tiffany nestles her head next to his, and says, "I don't believe you. I have tried to kill you twice, and you don't fight back, and you don't run away."
Craig tells her, "My love for you doesn't need you to believe me. You are getting the help you need to cope with something no-one should have to go through. If you need to hurt me to make yourself feel better, then I will take it."
Tiffany sits up, and slaps Craig hard across the face, making him wince as she shouts, "You think I want to be like this? You think I want to hurt you? It hurts me too," slapping him again, "Fight back," slapping him even harder, almost a punch, "Fucking fight!"
Craig catches her wrist as she goes to slap him again, and she tries to hit him with her other hand, but Craig catches that too, and he sits up, pulling her arms around his back, and bracing her back with his arms, picking her up to turn around to throw her down onto the bed on her back.
Tiffany begins to laugh loudly; not the cute giggling she normally does, but a hearty cackle, as she stares with a wicked grin at Craig as he mounts the bed, climbing over her. She slaps him hard, and again, and when she swings for the third time, Craig catches her wrist, and he holds her throat, pressing lightly into the bed. Tiffany relaxes her arm, and spits, "Do it." Craig stares down at her with anguish on his face, and Tiffany goads him, "You must fucking want to. Choke the life out of me."
Craig hears his fiancee laughing with his fingers around her throat, and he feels incredibly perverse, not recognising her nor recognising himself, and he closes his fingers tighter around her throat. The laughter stops, becoming moans, and Tiffany's body undulates into the bed beneath him, like she is getting pleasure from this. Before Craig knows it, he is putting his whole weight above his choking hand, staring at the broadening smile on Tiffany's face, feeling her writhe and wriggle faster and harder, and he lets go.
Tiffany sees the shame washing over Craig's face, and she cackles hard, sitting up to stroke his face, sultrily saying, "That was feeling so good, but I need more. It's so exciting to be pushed to the limit by you. I am yours, and only yours. Finish me."
Craig stares into his fiancee's eyes, scared of her and himself, and tells her, "I'm worried about taking things too far."
Tiffany promises her fiance, "You won't. Just fuck me. Be as rough as you like. I know I will," and she cackles excitedly as she lifts up her dress.
Craig slips off his trousers and boxers, and gets on top of Tiffany, sliding his cock into her pussy as she holds her panties clear. Tiffany slaps Craig across his cheek again, making it sting and pulse as he feels the blood rushing to it, and he grabs her throat. Then, he moves his hands to her chest, grabbing her tits, and squeezing them hard, really digging his fingers in as they bulge and bruise into a deep purple.
