11. DEAN

Ihave to admit I’m taking this better than I thought I would. I knew this moment would be inevitable. No matter how responsive Willow is to me she’s not here by choice and an escape attempt was always on the cards. Hopefully this gets it out of her system for good.

I’m not exactly angry but something pulls in my chest and I get the overwhelming urge to carve into her flesh. To leave a mark so deep she’ll never forget who she belongs to.

I focus on that feeling as I watch her hobble away from me. She’s either incredibly brave or stupid if she thinks she’ll actually be able to get away from me whilst she’s still chained.

Did she even think this through?It’s not like she can scale the fence. It’ll be fun to see what she’ll try next.

Slowly, I follow her down to the edge of my property and a primal feeling starts to take over me as I stalk her. It’s just like the first night we met. Except now she’s in my territory and she already belongs to me.

She starts to panic as she realizes her error. The gate only works from the button hanging on my car keys or by putting in the right combination on either side. Neither of which she has.

She startles and spins as I eat up the last bit of space between us. Those big eyes that I fell in love with look up at me.

I’ve been lying to myself since I first saw her and it pisses me off to admit that it was Bones that made me realize how I really feel about her.

I love her.

It may not be the sort of love she wants but she’s got it no matter what.

It’s just a shame I won’t get it in return. I’d take anything she gave me at this point. I treat her like a pet but I’m the one that’s following after her like a love sick puppy.

“Looks like you’re all mine after all,” I say.

Willow’s bottom lip wobbles and she presses herself back against the gate as she clutches the towel tight around her. She can keep it on for now. There’s a chill in the air today and I don’t want her getting sick. After all, she needs to be healthy enough to heal after today.

“Back inside,” I say, tilting my head back to the house.

She shakes her head, a hint of defiance creeping in with her terror. “You’re going to kill me now aren’t you?”

I plaster a smile on my face so she doesn’t see how much her asking for death gets to me. ”Get inside and you’ll find out.”

“I’m sorry!” she quickly says but she can’t even look at me. Her tears start to fall at the same time as her knees give out.

Pity sinks low in my stomach and I end up scooping her up into my arms. I could make her crawl on her hands and knees all the way back inside but that would cause her the wrong kind of pain. I thought I wanted all of it but seeing her hurting just for the sake of it feels so different to the pleasurable pain I’ve been making her feel.

It’s thanks to her that I even know there’s a difference.

She doesn’t try to fight me off as I carry her, instead she clutches my shirt and buries her face into my neck as she sobs and repeats the same word over and over. Sorry.

“Don’t you remember what I said would happen if you ran from me?” I feel as she shakes her head against me. “I’d sever your ankles so you can’t escape. I’m not sure it’s really worth the hassle though.” I said those words when I was high off a fresh kill and the aftermath of the chase but now they no longer ring true.

I want to hurt this girl so badly but not like that, not beyond repair and that terrifies me.

“No, you don’t have to do that! I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking straight, I panicked!”

“Don’t bother trying to lie to me. You’ve been planning this from the start. I understand why, I’m just disappointed. I thought we’d been having a nice time together. Have you not been having fun?”

She looks up at me, her face wet with tears. “Yes, so much fun!”

I want to be pleased by her words but there’s no real honesty to them. Even if a part of it is true since I know how much she’s enjoyed it whilst I’ve made her come, she's not really admitting it. She’s still lying to both of us.

“You seem to really have a death wish,” I say as I step into the house and kick the door shut behind me.

“No, I don’t want to die. I’ll take the pain. I’ll do everything you want, just please don’t kill me!”

My cock springs to life. She wants the pain? She’s probably just saying that so I’ll spare her but it’s working.

I’m tempted to carry her down to the basement to really scare her but the clean up after what I’m about to do to her will be easier with the shower nearby so I take her upstairs.

The handle to the bedroom door is on the floor and I’m impressed she managed to break it off. I’ll have to reinforce all the locks after today.

I drop Willow onto the bed and her towel falls off as she tries to get away from me but I straddle her hips pinning her down. “Where do you think you’re going, little kitten? You know, if I’m in a good mood I like to ask my victims if they have any last words and since you’ve been my special guest I’ll give you the chance now. Anything to say?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Enough of the sorry’s! This was always going to happen. As soon as I saw you that night I knew you’d be mine until the day you die.”

She doesn’t realize quite how true that is.

I grab her hair and take the knife from the back of my waistband, the same one she dropped downstairs. I don’t understand why she didn’t keep hold of it or actually try to use it on me. “I’ll make it quick for you, little kitten. All I need is for you to admit how much you’ve enjoyed every bit of pain I’ve given you.”

The tip of the blade presses to her exposed throat but she doesn’t make a sound. I press just enough for a small drop of blood to appear and finally she whimpers, but it’s not enough. “Fight back!” I snap. “Tell me you hate me!”

“I hate you,” she repeats but her tone is weak.

“How about one last fuck before I kill you? I”ve heard that hate fucks are to die for.” There’s a spark of heat in her eyes and I know I have her now. She wants it, wants me.

Just say it.

A part of me wonders if she’ll ever admit it and if this will be enough to keep the connection between us alive.

I’ve never hesitated to kill or hurt anyone before. Not even with my first kill when I was just a boy and started the fire that killed my foster parents. I savored every scream they made. In the end I was only doing them a favor sending them straight to the god they worshiped so much. Just because I couldn’t feel things like they could, they made me suffer in his name. The only thing that got through to me in the end was their hateful speech.

Sinful.

Monster.

Devil.

My Willow’s never insulted me for what I’m lacking, other than a heart. She’s right to call me an evil asshole. I’ve hurt her so much and she’s taken it all without breaking. Even stayed strong enough to try to get away from me. My cock presses insistently against my zipper, distracting me from my thoughts.

“I can’t kill you, Willow, but I can’t let you go, ever. You may not believe me now but I hope in time you’ll see what you mean to me. This will be a permanent reminder of exactly where you belong.”

Slowly, I drag the knife down her throat, past her breasts, leaving a faint white line as just the top layer of her skin breaks and finally settle it on the beautiful blank canvas between her breasts and belly button.

“Dean, whatever you’re thinking of doing I’m not strong enough to handle it. I can’t take any more. I don’t want to die but I don’t want this.” Her denials fall on deaf ears as I focus in on the rise and fall of her stomach

Fuck, I really can’t ever let her go. Willow is mine until her last breath, but her death won’t be by my hand. If there is a god and he comes for her I’ll drag the heavens down just to get her back.

The vision of exactly what I want to etch into her skin comes to my mind and I make the first cut.

Through gritted teeth, she screams as she tries to keep her body nice and still for me. “Such a good girl,” I murmur as I watch the blood trickle onto the bed. Then with a curve of my wrist I make the next cut.

“Dean,” she whimpers.

“Shh, I know, baby. You’re doing so well. I’m nowhere near done though.” I stop for a moment to lean down and kiss her. “You want me to stop?” I whisper, unsure if I’ll be able to if she says yes, but she doesn’t say anything, just stares at me with pleading eyes. But pleading for what exactly?

Now that the knife’s not on her skin she starts to writhe underneath me, her hips lifting as her thighs rub together.

Oh fuck, she needs me but I need her to ask for it. Beg for it.

“Tell me what you need, little kitten. I can give you everything you need, all you have to do is ask. Or I can just carry on.” I pull back and make the next cut quickly this time. Her cry of pain ends in a moan of something so much more. Then her legs part and I see the glistening shine of her wet pussy. Does she even realize how soaked she is?

I rub the handle of the knife along her wetness and dip it into her entrance. “Is that? Oh, God!” she moans her hands reaching above her head to find purchase on the headboard.

“That’s right baby, call me your god and tell me how good it feels to have your sweet, little cunt tortured by me.” With my free hand, I take my cock out and start stroking the length. Then I wipe my hand through the blood on her stomach and use that to lube myself up. I need to sink it inside her so badly but I just need a little patience for my sweet girl.

“I—I can’t! I’m—I’m scared,” she stutters, her words catching in the back of her throat.

My hand stills with the hilt still in her. “Of me?” I can’t really blame her if she is.

“Of how you make me feel!”

I can’t take anymore, that’s a good enough confession for now. I quickly work to undo her cuffs then grab her hips and bury myself in deep.

“Ah!” Willow cries out before whimpering my name over and over. Her pussy’s so wet and with the added blood I slide in with little resistance. I immediately start pumping hard to coax the first orgasm from her.

With her hands now free she makes use of them by grabbing onto my arm whilst the other gingerly trails along the fresh cuts on her stomach.

I swat her hand away and say, “not yet.”

“What is it?” she asks, her voice still shaky from the tension in her body.

“You’ll see.” I guide her bloodied fingers to her clit and start her off. When I take my hand away she keeps on playing with herself giving me the opportunity to finish off my branding on her body.

As soon as the knife drags along her skin her pussy clamps down and she comes. “Even if your mouth doesn’t tell me how you feel, your pussy certainly does.”

Leaving myself deep inside her whilst the last tremors of her orgasm subside I finish my work.

With each cut her pussy grips me so nicely.

She looks high on endorphins, her pupils blown out and a wide smile on her face for me.

My beautiful girl.

Her hands trail up my body leaving streaks of blood in their wake. Just that gentle touch is enough to bring me to the edge. So close. Just one more cut and it’ll be perfect.

She starts to whimper and when I take the blade away her body jerks to life again. “Dean, it’s too much! There’s so much I can’t take it all!”

“Does it feel good?” I ask, slowly rocking my hips against her.

“Yes,” she breathes out shakily.

“Then, you can take it. You’re made to take me, baby. All of you was made for me.” I can’t hold back. My thrusts come to a sharp halt as I’m finishing inside her.

As my come fills her, I lean down and lick up the blood pooling in her belly button.

When I smile at her, with blood stained teeth, she clamps down around me again, her hands grip my arms as her legs fly up to wrap around my waist.

“I’m coming! Dean! Please I’m—,” her words are cut off as she chokes on a scream.

“That’s right! Scream for me! Your God that gifts you pain and pleasure. Your torturer. Your protector. Fuck! I love you!”

My lap becomes covered in a wave of warmth as she comes.

“Oh, fuck, my perfect, little kitten’s a squirter,” I tease her. “All it took was carving my name into you.”

She blinks slowly, crimson blooming on her cheeks almost the same shade as her blood.

“Your?” She sounds confused and it takes her a minute to come to her senses. She can barely lift her head, she’s so out of it. “Your name?”

I gently grab her hair and guide her head to look down at herself. There’s a lot of blood pooling on the cuts but they’re still distinguishable. Taking up all her previously unmarked flesh is DEAN cut as neatly as I could with a large X underneath.

“This will help you to remember that no matter how many times you try to leave me I’ll always drag you right back. I own you, Willow. Every single part of you belongs to me. Now, tell me you’re mine.”

Her words are slurred but I make them out perfectly. “I’m yours.”

“That’s right, baby, forever.” I kiss her, letting her taste her own blood and she moans, her fingers sliding through my hair. “Willow, when you die, I die. I swear I’ll find you again in the next life and make you mine all over again. I’ll leave scars so deep they’ll never fade no matter how many times you come back. I’ll hunt you down and mark you again for eternity. All because you are mine.”

I’m not one hundred percent sure if she even understands me, her eyes are glassy and unfocused, like she really is high and her breathing is so heavy I’m sure she’ll pass out any moment now.

It doesn’t matter, my intent was clear enough and she understood that perfectly well.

Once I”ve stripped out of my dirty clothes, I carry her into the bathroom to clean her off in the shower. She's long gone, already so deep asleep in my arms that even the water doesn’t make her stir.

After I dress her cuts, I wrap a blanket around her and lie her down gently on the floor so I can change the bloodied sheets before tucking her into them. As I lie down next to her she reaches out for me in her sleep. I pull her close and bring the covers up over us both.

“I’m going to take care of you. I promise,” I vow to her as I press a gentle kiss to her temple.