CAGED: In the dark embrace of my Saviour
"No, a lip kiss is meant for love, and sluts like you are not for love."
I sobbed uncontrollably at the name he used to describe me. He gripped my wrists in one hand, pinned them above my head, and assaulted my neck, oblivious to my predicament. The entire mansion must be hearing my screams, but not this man. He wasn't kissing or licking my neck, but he was biting it really hard, like if he wanted to rip off my flesh. I was crying and pleading with him to stop, but he was too busy punishing me; he only wanted to cause agony, and he was succeedinig in it . He continues to bite the already wounded spot. He stopped and peered at me after what seemed like an eternity.