You Can Run But...

@ castle.

James reached down and lightly messed up her hair as Blake started to get into the idea of them having children. "A conversation for another time." He told her gently. "When we get back to our room later but for now, we should focus on the children that are here." The alpha was not against having children. With his position, he was expected to have children. But Blake certainly did not know what she was getting into with having wolf babies. And that was not something he had time to get into at the moment as they were walking down the hallway.

"Just be kind to them and it should be okay. I think they will just need someone to care for them until they are able to calm down from everything that occurred yesterday. Some of them are very young and do not understand a lot. Though others are up to their teenage years. We have 12 kids in our pack." James told her. He did have a rather large pack and it was only growing. "If you want to, you will be able to interact with the kids in the pack more. It seems that you have an interest in that." He lightly ran his fingers through Blake's hair, fixing what he messed up.

Once they got to the door leading to the outside yard, James opened it and stepped through. There were 12 kids outside and some adults there to watch them. There was a few babies and toddlers. Some children and preteen and a few teens relaxing. The children and preteens were shifting from their human form to their wolf form, seemingly playing a game. The older kids were shifted and laying out in the sun. The real small kids were being watched by the adults in their human forms. Though once they noticed James come out, all of the kids that could ran up to him. One small girl even started to tug at the bottom of his pants as they all started to speak at once. "Alpha!" They shouted before quickly beginning to ask him questions. Though the teens were quick to calm the kids down and get them to stop speaking at once.

Jame reached down and picked up the small child that was tugging on his pants, carrying her in his arms. A large smile on his face as he looked down at them. "Okay, everyone calm down. Lets sit down and you can ask what you need to." James said before moving out to the yard before sitting in the grass.

Blake realized that she was probably jumping far too ahead in their relationship when she started to ask about them having children and she was a bit relieved that James waved the conversation off. They would have it at another time, when it was more appropriate. Maybe after they had gotten closer to each other, in more of a couple way and less of the master/slave dynamic that they had been living for so long. She smoothed down the material of her dress, nodding as she walked with James. She listened to every word that he spoke, a small frown forming on her lips at his words. She was just relieved that the young ones from his pack hadn't been present in the dining room the night before. Likely whisked away to another room, where they were entertained during dinner, having been fed a bit earlier in the evening. So that they wouldn't get cranky.

She couldn't stop the smile that broke out when the little ones from the pack rushed toward James. They all started hurriedly asking him questions, some a bit more lighthearted than others who had heard of what happened the night before. Likely from their parents talking about the events. The thought that they even had an idea of what was going on was so wrong to Blake. They shouldn't know any part of the violence that had happened last night.

Blake smoothed down her skirt before she settled down in the grass, slightly off to the side. She realized that it was important to the children to be close to James and interact with him. It warmed her heart to see, for a reason that she didn't even realize quite yet. She smiled, deciding it was best to keep her distance.

One of the little girls approached her, looking quite shy as she held out a little crown that she had made with flowers. Blake's face broke into a wide grin as she thanked her, carefully plucking it from her hands. "I think this belongs to you though. You strike me as a princess," Blake teased quietly, carefully placing it on the little girl's head. "There we go. Perfect!"

@ castle.

Once James settled down and the kids were around him, he gave them a small nod. "Now, what did you want to ask me?" He looked to the younger ones first, knowing that they would have the easiest questions. Plus, James would prefer to get their questions out of the way in the hopes they would run off to play before the more serious ones came from the teens. Unfortunately, this was not a situation he could completely shield from any of them. There was no doubt some of them overheard something, which meant they all knew part of it. Plus, now two pack members were gone...

"Where are Uncle Bryan and Uncle Keith?" One of the younger boys asked. Or perhaps their questions wouldn't be so easy... James took in a deep breath, giving himself a moment to think about how to answer. It was important he is honest but also keeps it in a way that wouldn't overly upset them. "Uncle Bryan and Uncle Keith hurt the pack last night. But, by doing so, they ended up hurting themselves very seriously. It is very sad but they are no longer with us." He knew the older kids would know that meant they were dead. But the very young ones didn't fully grasp that concept yet.

After a few more questions about their uncles and where they went to, some of the smaller kids started to ask questions about unrelated things. James answered a few of their questions before sending them along their way to go play. Once he was left with the preteens and the teenagers, James started to speak more bluntly about what had occurred the night before. He didn't go into any graphic details or go into it too much, but he gave them an overview of what had occurred. They were older and deserved to know the truth. He was also sure they would learn one way or another. They always did.

"Are we going to host a funeral for them?" An older girl asked. James was quiet for a moment before he started to speak. "Yes, but not in the usual way." He told her. "They both betrayed and hurt the pack. So different rules apply to them. I will not attend their funeral. Nor is it mandatory for anyone else to. Nor will they be buried with the rest of the pack. However, one will be held and those who want to attend may do so without any judgment."

Blake seemed hesitant when the younger children started to drift away from James, no longer really interested in questions because the little girl that had given her the crown tugged on her hand. It was clear that she wanted Blake to follow but Blake's thoughts drifted to the young girl's parents. Would they be okay with Blake interacting so much with her? She wasn't sure and she certainly didn't want to tread too heavily before things were settled between everyone. She cleared her throat, glancing back to James with a slight frown, as if to ask permission. James gave her a small nod of his head when he caught Blake looking in his direction. Blake let out a nervous breathe before she turned, starting in the girl's direction.

She ran around with the children after hiking up her skirt enough that she could move a bit easier. Blake couldn't contain that smile that remained on her lips as she moved through the yard, chasing and being chased by the little ones. It was so strange to her, to be moving so freely but every so often, Blake would look toward James to see if she was still doing okay. She only peeled herself away from them when the older children started in their direction. Blake gave them an uneasy smile, hoping that she hadn't overstepped with them. Blake didn't know these wolves nearly as well as she thought she knew the adults. At least the adults, she had started to understand because she'd been around them for so long.

"Hi," she greeted James in a quiet voice. Blake's smile grew a bit as she wrapped her arms around her torso. "How are they doing?" She asked, glancing back toward where the older kids were now resuming their position of watching over the little ones. "I'm just.. happy they didn't have to witness last night. Especially the babies, you know?" Blake realized she was saying unnecessary things because it was obvious but her heart ached for the older ones all the same. She could tell some of them were struggling with what had happened. Even if they had not witnessed it. Blake let out a small breathe, toeing at the ground in front of her. "I'm... I'm sorry. Really, I am. For everything that happened."

@ castle.

James looked out at the young ones as Blake spoke. He could feel his heart aching for them as well. For his whole pack really. Last night would not have been easy on anyone. At least the older members understood more, knew how to cope. His younger members dealing with this situation made James more anxious. It would be easier for them to go through the confusion and the pain and not handle it well. At least most of his older members knew how to handle themselves. "It will be important to keep a close eye on them throughout this time," James said as he turned his head and looked to Blake. "I am unsure of how all of them will react. The younger ones probably will just feel confused or forget most of this after a week. But the older ones... I am concerned that this will weigh heavily on them for some time."

Letting out a small sigh, James dropped his head for a moment. "There is nothing that we can do now but cope and try to support each other. What will happen will happen and we will all deal with it together." Reaching out, James pressed a light hand against her head. "Now, we must move onto the older members of my pack. I am sure that they have many questions and a lot to say about last night. Just remain calm through it all. They are all going through a lot and they will all react to this situation differently."

Moving a hand against Blake's back, he led her out of the backyard area and towards the house. He knew that some of his pack would be in the sunroom together. It seemed best to start there before searching for other groups or individual people in the house. As they walked into the room, Blake glanced around to see four members of his pack sitting around and chatting. Though, once he entered the room, they stopped speaking and turned their attention to the two of them. "Good Morning," James said as he headed over to one of the chairs and sat down, turning to them. "After what has occurred yesterday, I am going around to speak to everyone. To talk, to answer questions but most importantly, to ensure that everyone will be okay. And to remind you all that I am here for you whenever you need me."

Folding his hands in his lap, James looked between all four of them. "Please, if there is anything you want to say or ask, I will listen and answer honestly."

It was nerve wracking for Blake as she followed James toward the older members of his pack. The children were young, they didn't know much more than what James or their parents would have told them. But children were always so open and warm - that always seemed to change as people grew up. They became jaded and Blake knew that the adults were the same ones that had been in the room the night before. They would have seen what had happened. And formed their own judgments at this point. The thought made her stomach churn because she knew they were going to face hard questions. Or at least James would. And she was afraid that his pack could convince him that she was better off somewhere else. The thought of leaving James... losing him? Blake swallowed, doing her best to remind herself that James would never let that happen.

Blake paused behind James as he took his seat. She wondered what was appropriate at the moment. The pack was still reeling after their loss, would it be okay if she sat beside him and assumed that she was on the same level as their alpha? She didn't think it was wrong necessarily but she knew that she didn't want to potentially upset any of his pack members. Blake forced a light smile to her face, smoothing the material of her skirt down before James began to talk to the pack members surrounding him.

The conversation continued but Blake chose to be quiet, figuring it was best that she didn't insert herself or her thoughts into the situation. It was already so tense, she didn't want to risk making it any worse. James certainly didn't need an ymore stress than he was already under because of the attempted assassination.

{sorry this is short, I was trying to come up with something more but i honestly don't think Blake would speak up too much at all }

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-Skipping forward a few weeks in time-

As far as James was concerned, the last few weeks have been some of the best in his life. He had a woman that he loved, the pack was on their best behavior and overall things were going perfect. The man was also satisfied with how he was improving himself, especially when it came to Blake. He had only ever cared about his pack and their wellbeing. Though now, because of Blake, he was learning how to be a good mate, and how to treat his slaves a bit better. They were still his property, of course, but James was now feeling that he didn't have to beat them as often.

Unfortunately, there were plenty of things happening behind the scenes that James was not aware of. His pack was on their best behavior in front of him, but that was because they were essentially tormenting Blake when his back was turned. When they had found out from James about their relationship a week after the tragedy, there was a slow but strong turn against Blake. Many of the pack members were concerned that the human was manipulating him. Others just refused to stand by while their alpha was headed down the road to mate with a human.

A plan started to form within the pack. They needed a way to bring this relationship to a quick end. And it seemed that the best way to start was to torment Blake when James would be unaware. It started off with small things that would make her life more difficult, like throwing her drink away, bumping into her, making any kind of chore she agreed to do more difficult. But it started to grow into more and more hurtful things. Pushing her to the ground, calling her names, telling Blake she did not deserve James, how she would never fit in. They tried to speak down to Blake whenever they could, and physically hurt her when the option was available. They wanted Blake gone and fast.

Blake was doing her best to ignore the pack in the beginning. After all, throwing out her drink wasn't something she could really get upset about. She was a human and when they made chores more difficult, she thought nothing of it because after all, they were wolves. Of course things would be easier to them. Right? It wasn't until things started to actually get physical that Blake started putting together what they were trying to do. Their harsh words broke her but she didn't dare tell James. Part of her was afraid that he would react the same way he had when she told him about people trying to poison him. Especially if she told him it was most of the pack that was participating in it. Even some of the children.

When James was away from her, that was when it was the worst. But the times when she got to spend time all alone with James made it all worth it. She would cuddle up against his chest after a long day and she would forget all about her troubles. Even if she told him and he didn't get angry with her, it would change a lot of things between the pack and himself. She was afraid, regardless of what the outcome was. It wouldn't be pleasant, she knew that. So she kept it from James entirely. Even when he seemed to pick up on something being wrong, Blake would force a smile and tell him some sort of lie.

Blake was starting to wonder if she should just leave. She knew that it would hurt James but after she was gone, he could start to heal. He wouldn't have a human dragging him down and he could find a wolf to mate with. Like he was supposed to. The thought of anyone else being with James broke her heart but she tried not to think about it because she knew she would never leave... not unless she forced herself to.

James had just left on a trip over the weekend to deal with business in another city. Blake wasn't able to accompany him and the opening was as clear as day to her. She didn't know when the next time she would get to leave would be and so.. she had to. Blake saw it as a necessity, that she had no choice in the matter. So in the middle of the first night he was gone, Blake packed a bag and left with one of James' cars.

Blake only stopped at a motel once the sun started to come up. She was exhausted and she couldn't drive anymore... she would rest for a few hours before continuing on. She had no idea where she was going to go but she had to leave. James would be better off.

@ castle.

Killenger's car drove up to the motel that Blake had stayed at. His driver made sure to park in the back, knowing that they didn't want to cause issues for the other residents if they did not need to. But, this was going to be difficult to do if they didn't catch Blake by surprise, but Killenger seemed rather confident that he would be able to do so. After all, the woman was running away from her lover, she would never expect him to come up out of nowhere.

Though little did she know that this had been part of his plan with James' pack. Once he heard the news, that James was officially claiming this girl as his lover (and maybe even as his mate), Killenger knew he had to sweep in. And, how lucky for him that the person handing him this information was a member of James' pack. A young woman who was upset that the alpha would even consider a human for a lover. Even a low-class wolf would be a scandal. So, Killenger worked with the woman and members of the pack in order to get to this moment. The moment where Blake decided she had enough and ran away from it all.

Once the car was fully parked, Killenger headed inside and paid the front desk to give him the information he needed. He even gave them a story about how one of his slaves ran away. They bought it, of course. Killenger then made his way up to the room with the key in hand. Though, the man was careful to open the door as quietly as possible, only opening it slightly to peer inside. Once Killenger could not see her, he slowly made his way inside, to see that Blake was sleeping soundly on the bed. Perfect.

Killenger immediately went to Blake and pressed the chloroform soaked cloth against her mouth, knocking her out into a much deeper sleep. This was all much easier than he thought it would be. and then, with that, he carried her out of the motel and threw her in the trunk of his car to head back home.

Blake jerked when a cloth was pressed to her mouth before she drifted back off to a deep sleep, not offering an ounce of resistance when Killenger lifted her into his arms. Even after being dropped into the trunk, Blake only shifted into a slightly more comfortable position before appearing to be out cold.

It wasn't for hours until Blake started to come to. She groaned as she shifted, trying to pull her arms down and failing. Her shoulders ached and every time that she tried to move, they screamed in protest. Blake bit back a whimper as she tried to close her legs when she realized they were spread. Blinking heavily, Blake started to look around when she realized that she was chained with her arms above her head and her legs spread apart.

Fear shot through her when the first thought hit her. James had learned of her fleeing and caught her. This was going to be punishment for having tried to run away and he would never look at her the same way again. The thought made her want to crumble to her knees and beg for forgiveness. She was ready to tell him everything, until the door to the basement she was in started to open. Blake swallowed thickly, saying a silent prayer that she could reason with James. He loved her, surely she would be able to. Right?

When she caught sight of Killenger walking through the door, her blood ran cold. Her eyes widened as she struggled against the chains, knowing full well whatever was coming would be unpleasant. But she had to try to get away from him. Right? Blake fixed Killenger with as hard of a glare as she could, her hands balling into fists above her head. "Kidnapping the mate of a wolf who can defeat you isn't very smart," Blake spat, hoping that if she cut across him with enough venom, she could somehow get out of this.

@ castle.

A low laugh left from Killenger as he listened to Blake's little attempt at scaring him. "There is no reason for me to fear James when his own mate doesn't. I may have kidnapped his mate, but you were the one running away from him." A large smile came over his lips. "And I am sure that James won't suspect that I had anything to do with your disappear when he hears that you ran from his love. Even when he tries to search for you to no avail, he'll just think you're better at hiding than he thought."

A low pleasant hum came from Killenger as he glanced over the room. It was very similar to James' playroom, but it had much more tortuous toys whereas, James seemed to focus more on pleasure. Plus, this room was not as well kept. It was dirty, dusty and there were even some dried blood on the walls. The wolf was quiet for a moment as he looked over his options before grabbing a pair of scissors from the wall and heading towards Blake.

"Even if James were to somehow find out what actually happened to you, he would never be able to come to save you. Especially not without the help of his pack. My home has only the best security. And, I think we both know that his pack doesn't like you very much." A sick smile moved over Killenger's face. "Otherwise they would have never contacted me to come to take you away so all of their problems would disappear."

Grabbing onto the front of Blake's shirt, Killenger started to cut at the fabric, wanting to cut it off of her so that Blake would be exposed to him. When the pieces of shirt were on the ground, the man started to work on her pants.

Blake's eyes continued to adjust to the shadows in the room and a dread filled her as she realized what lined the walls of the room. Whips, crops, knives, clamps that already had weights attached, and tons of different ways to restrain someone. Rope, tables, horses, harnesses... the color drained from her features as she wondered just what Killenger had in store for her. She vaguely remembered him mentioned that he was kind to his slaves... but that had been back before she had stabbed him and James had nearly killed him. She doubted he would be so 'kind' to her now.

"I-I..." she struggled, her face screwing into a mask of fear and anger at Killenger's admission. "You caused that?!" Blake started to demand, only for her fear to return when Killenger produced a pair of scissors. She whimpered as she shook her head, trying to push herself backward as far from him as she could but it was useless. Her arms were raised high enough that her toes were barely brushing against the ground.

"Please. N-No," Blake whimpered as he cut her shirt away. She twisted and turned as much as she could, tears welling in her eyes as she felt the fabric of her pants falling to the ground. She was left in her bra, having not bothered to wear panties. Blake bit down on her bottom lip as her tears started to fall. She felt completely disgusting and terrifed; like there was no way out of this for her. "Y-You.. you d-don't have to.. do this. Please. I-I.. I'm sorry for what I did in the past. Please," Blake blubbered, trying to reason with Killenger now because she realized just how much trouble she found herself in.

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"I don't care how sorry you think you are!" Killenger snapped at her. "I'll show you how sorry you should truly be. I am your better, you should have been obedient then, but I will teach you how to be obedient now."

Killenger continued to tear at her clothing until she was completely bare. The man looked hungrily at her body before turning around and putting the scissors away. Though he headed over to his branding sticks and set one in the burning hot flames of the small fireplace.

"I do not care what James has told you. But you are nothing but a slave. You are here to be used as I please. You are the dirt I walk on and you will remember that!" The man snapped at her. The anger that Killenger had felt that day was beginning to rise up in his chest. How hulimated he had been over a mere slave. And how ridiculous it was that James thought this whore could be his mate.

He took a deep, angry breath before grabbing the scissors again and rushing up to her and chopply cutting her air. "Say you are nothing! Tell me that you are the dirt beneath my feet! That you now belong to me and James is nothing but a foolish past!"

Blake whimpered, shying away from Killenger when he snapped at her. She wasn't at all surprised about how angry he was but that didn't make her any less terrified. She hung her head, unable to so much as wipe her tears away as she openly cried. She could only listen to him as he moved around the room, afraid of what he planned to do to her. She whimpered at the sound of metal moving around, sure that whatever it meant...

Blake lifted her head slightly when Killenger started to yell again, her fear being renewed as he called her dirt. She could only give a tiny nod of her head, her bottom lip wobbling as she squeezed her eyes shut. She wanted nothing more than to tell Killenger off... tell him that James would come to her rescue but would he? She had run away and she had no way of knowing if James would even be able to find her.

Flinching when Killenger rushed toward her with the scissors, Blake wasn't even brave enough to look up from the floor as he began hacking away at her hair. "I-I... I a-am n-nothing," she managed to force out the words, wishing yet again that she was brave enough to stand up against Killenger but she wasn't. Not when she had no hope to defend herself. "I-I.. I am the d-dirt... beneath y-your feet," she breathed, biting down on her bottom lip.

Shaking her head, Blake tried to even consider saying that last little part but she couldn't bring herself to say it. James hadn't been a mistake and he certainly hadn't been a foolish part of her life. She had loved him. That was why she had left in the first place.. to protect him from the fallout of claiming her as his mate. "P-Please," she paused, swallowing. "M-Master.. I-I.. I'm sorry. I-I... I w-want to be good..."

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As he continued to chop off her air, Killengerr listened closely to the words that Blake said. He could hear the fear, and the sadness behind each word. Though it only caused him to calm him down slowly. The anger that had been coursing through him calmed down with each cut of her hair. But the need for vengence was still there. This little scene of disobedience would not calm him.

Before Blake had gotten to the last line, her hair was now choppy and short. It wasn't a good look but someone else could fix that if she ever needed to be brought into public... if he wanted it fix. Her ruined hair could stand for the pain and misery Killenger wanted her to feel.

Though once Blake startes to apology, that maddness rose up in him again. A low growl came deep from inside the man. The hair on his body started to grow as his wolf side started to show. But he didn't allow himself to transform. His wolf would not deal the type of punishment his human side wanted.

Grabbing onto the knife, Killenger brought it up to her cheek and started to slide it down along her skin. He would not kill her, not yet at lwast. But he wanted obedience and he will get it. "Say it you fucking bitch!" He screamed out at her. "Say it or I'll cut up your pretty face! No one will love you if I turn you into a horrid beast!"

Blake's breathe caught in the back of her throat when Killenger growled. She lifted her head just enough so that she could see the hair growing along his body and it sent her into a full fledged panic. She let out a sharp cry, shaking her head frantically when Killenger produced a knife from the wall. Her lips parted but fear seemed to silence her as she tried to push herself as far away from him as she could. She only managed to moved a half an inch or so. It was nothing.

Blake whimpered, her body shaking as Killenger pressed the blade to her skin. It wasn't enough to break her skin open and make her bleed but there was no hiding just how terrified she was. Her bottom lip wobbled as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying desperately to calm herself down enough so that she could speak. So she could say what James wanted her to.

It didn't matter that she didn't want to, she wasn't foolish enough to think that Killenger wouldn't make her suffer at this point. "I-I.. I... I-I b-belong to you," she stuttered out, trying to turn away from the threat of the knife. "J-James.. was j-just a f-foolish.. p-past. I'm sorry, m-master. Please," she croaked. "P-Please. I-I.. I w-want to be g-good.. please!"

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It took a long moment before Killenger pulled the knife away from her cheek. "If you want to be good, then fucking act like it. I do not accept hesitation. Do what I say when I say it and you won't be punished." He snapped at her. The man couldn't promise that he wouldn't hurt her but he wouldn't make it worse if she was good.

Killenger walked away and set the scissors and the knife down on the table. He let out a low growl before moving over to the branding iron and picking it up. The end with the brand glowed red and hot. The man was sure that it was ready.

Slowly, he made his way over to Blake. Killenger slowly looked over her body as he tried to find the best place to brand her. "You are going to remember that you belong to me now. That the only thing that matters is how you serve me. That I am the sun you will crave."

Killenger then shifted Blake so her upper thigh was available to him. Then, without warning, he pressed the hot iron against her thigh. Her skin now burning as his initals melted into her skin.

Blake sniffled as she nodded frantically, trying to show Killenger that she would listen. That she would do anything she had to to stop him from hurting her. She had heard tales of what wolves did to humans and she was sure that Killenger was going to prove them true. James had been cruel to her at times, sure, but never as angrily as Killenger seemed to be at the moment. She let out a shaky breathe, looking up again when she noticed the man approaching her again.

She had been afraid before but this was nothing like the fear that she felt now. Seeing the glowing metal as Killenger approached her, Blake let out a shrill cry. "N-No! You can't! Please! I-" she was cut off as Killenger pressed the metal against her upper thigh. Blake let out a strangled noise, her breathe caught in the back of her throat as the pain seared through her body.

Dragging in a deep breathe, Blake dropped her head backward before she screamed. At the top of her lungs. Her breaths came in short, ragged bursts as Killenger pulled the metal away from her. She sobbed, struggling to even take a breathe as her head dropped forward. She whimpered, spotting the now angry flesh that was raised in the shape of Killenger's initials.

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Killenger threw the hot iron off to the side once the deed was done. "You. Are. Mine." The man growled out. "Nothing is going to change that. No one can save you. Not even your precious little James can come here and take you from my grasps. The faster that you accept that, the better that you will be. I own you. Even if I die, you will forever be mine." The man reached forward and grabbed onto Blake's face harshly, forcing her to look into his eyes. "I will take every bit of you and turn it black. Soon you truly will be nothing but an obedient slave to me."

He dropped her face and his hands started to slide roughly along her body, just taking a moment to feel what was now his. As he did so, the fur that once was covering his body started to slide back as his human side was able to take over again. He was beginning to claim what he wanted all those weeks ago. And soon, he was going to get the revenge he deserved on James. He would make Blake suffer, and then, when the time was right, he would make James suffer at the sight of his beloved.

But there was something he had to do first before anything else. Killenger pulled his pants down, his hard cock springing up. "I am going to take what should have been given to me." He hissed as he grabbed onto her hips harshly. His fingers pressing down against her skin hard enough to cause bruises. Not that Killenger cared. Every bruise, every injury, every mark that he left on her body would just be another way to show ownership of this whore.

Then, without a second thought, Killenger thrusted into Blake's unready pussy. He pushed deep and hard into her, uncaring for her pleasure. "You are mine. Say it you fucking cumbag. Keep saying it until I cum into this pussy of mine!"

Blake couldn't stop the way her tears were falling. They were big and hurried as she gasped between sobs. She squeezed her eyes shut, suddenly feeling lightheaded from just how intense the sharp, stinging pain was. She didn't think that she had ever felt anything nearly this terrible before. Being whipped or beaten was nothing compared to the burn. Blake forced herself to give a nod of her head when Killenger forced her head upward. Her eyes opened but she hardly saw him through the blur her tears created. "Y-Yes, master. I-" she fell silent when her head was dropped forward.

Shivering as his hands started to explore her body, Blake wished that she could simply disappear. His touch made her skin crawl, she felt dirty and disgusting. Blake lifted her head when she heard his pants move and her blood ran cold at the sight of how hard he was. All from torturing her. Blake swallowed, biting down on the inside of her lip as Killenger grabbed at her. She could practically already feel the bruises forming. He was not going to hold back and that had her petrified.

Crying out as he slammed into her, Blake's back arched as she tried to squirm away from his touch. "P-Pleas-" she was cut off by a loud cry as Killenger started to fuck her. She wanted to beg him for mercy but she realized that it wouldn't matter to him at all. She had humiliated him completely, there was no way he was going to be kind to her in any regard.

"I-I.. I'm yours," she croaked when he started to pull away from her. Each time he pressed into her, it was enunciated by a sharp scream before she forced the words out, afraid of what would happen if she didn't comply with what Killenger told her to do.