"Please, you said you loved me." I manage. He sighs softly.
"I still love you, but this is the only way I can be free of you. You brought this on yourself. I told you that you would always belong to me, didn't I?" he asks softly. I nod, sobbing freely now. He holds my head by my hair to keep me still and makes a neat slice, from ear to ear. I cough, feeling the pain and my blood leaving. He kisses my lips once before leaving me there to die.
I wake up screaming, as always. I don't know how I survived. I remember warm hands and more blood, but not my own. I woke up in a hotel room across the state line. Some one saved me. I remember his face, his whispered comments, telling me to be safe, even his name, but it all seems unreal. I remember watching on the news later, about how my body was never found, although I was presumed dead. I still wonder if he knows I'm alive. I roll out of bed, seeking to concentrate on something else. Night has fallen, so several hours have passed. I listen carefully, but no sounds from below. The view from my window shows the entire place to be deserted. I nod and go take a shower, washing off the sweat, and change into my pajamas. It's about time for me to do laundry again. I walk through the living/bed room and into the kitchen. It's small, but clean and well equipped. I smile cheerfully and cook dinner for myself. It's been days since I've eaten. With a full stomach I return to the living/bed room and search a little. There's a small chest of drawers that the television and digital video disc player sit upon. I open the top drawer and find a light blanket, which I spread out on the futon. I go to the next drawer, looking for something to watch, and find a stack of numbered digital video discs. I shrug and put in number one, grabbing the remote as I flop back on the bed. When he pops up on the screen, dressed, along with a buxom, naked, slutty looking blonde, I laugh.
My immediate thought is to turn it off, but then he smiles and pulls his shirt over his head. I stare at his muscular chest, getting wet already. The girl whispers something. He nods, and she crawls forward. I watch her unzip his pants, letting his cock spring free. I lean forward without thinking, my fingers questing under my pants. She begins to suck as I begin to touch myself slowly, thinking about pleasing him like that. He moans softly and picks up a small, thin whip. She jerks every time he hits her back, but continues to suck. I give up on this and just pull my pants and panties off. I dig in my backpack for my bullet vibrator, keeping an eye on the screen. I push the button, but the batteries are dead. Of course. I go to the chest of drawers and open the third one down. It contains, just like I hoped, an interesting array of sex toys. I step back into my panties and choose a remote controlled egg. I drop it in and begin sucking on one of the more realistic dildos. He's now got her bent over a counter. In fact, I think it might be the counter down in the book store. He continues whipping her, but even I can tell she's enjoying herself. She has something flexible and bright pink filling both her ass and her pussy while Nathan uses his finger to play with her clit. She speaks up for the first time.
"Master, yes, please, fuck this whore, punish me, this whore is so sorry." she screams. He smiles, but I notice it's more of a smirk. He quits whipping her and lifts her, putting her pussy to his face and her face to his jutting cock. She sucks enthusiastically, but he does nothing for her that I can see. She sucks for a good ten minutes. I turn the vibe up higher, close to cumming in my panties. He shoves her off, letting her land in the floor, and pumps his cock with his hand a few times before he cums all over her. She keeps her mouth open, licking up as much as possible.
"You will never cheat on me again." he says calmly. She nods, crawling forward to be closer to him. He smirks again and grabs her by the hair, dragging her to the door. It is a book store, but it's not this one. He shoves her out of the door and locks it behind her. She sobs and pounds the glass while he ignores her before finally disappearing. The screen goes blank and I close my eyes, turning up the vibrator even high. I bite the covers to keep from screaming as I cum. I clean everything up- wiping off the vibe and the remote, putting them back in their proper places- but keep the panties on. I feel incredibly tired suddenly and curl up under my cover. This time when I don't remember my dreams.
