I woke up cold and my head was pounding. I tried to move and met the resistance of the ropes that had me tied to the bed. I tried to scream but my throat was so sore. Had I been screaming before or was the pain from something else? I saw you coming towards me and I tried so hard to get away that the ropes began cutting into my skin. Just then I saw the knife in your hand. The blade was gleaming in the glare of the one bare bulb swinging from the ceiling.
You spoke so low I could barely hear you, but I heard you say something about cutting off my nipples. The words made my nipples hard and I felt a chill go through me. For some reason it made me think of the days when I used to beg my mom to let me get my nipples pierced. She always told me no – that it would make me a fucking whore. That just made me want them pierced more. But not like this. Despite the fear coursing through me, my pussy was also throbbing.
My tight cunt felt sore too – had you been fucking all my holes while I was tied up and passed out? I knew you were a sicko the second I saw you behind me. I remember you grabbing me and that’s it until this moment. You started sinking the knife into my right nipple and fresh red blood began spurting up into your face. Instead of turning away, you stuck your tongue out and began licking it off your lips like it was liquid sugar. I tried to scream again, but I couldn’t… instead, I came all down my thighs as you continued sawing my nipple off…..
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