This choice: You want to make her bleed • Go Back...Chapter #4Sick and Twisted by: Godot   You look her over, proudly admiring your prey. She's so young and tender, spread out in front of you like a banquet of flesh. Her pale, pasty skin almost seems to glow in the dull light of the cellar, and you watch her chest slowly rise and fall with her shallow breathing. You're almost smitten with this thing, at least with her supple little body. You always ended up hurting things you love.
You lean down to her legs, now holding a razorblade between your lips. You shudder with your giddy pleasure, excited beyond belief for this first cut. You touch blade to skin, the flesh giving way much easier than you expected. You turn your head, slowly dragging the edge across her thigh, splitting open a thin gash that you circle the whole way about, like a garter of blood.
You look up at her face, she's still unconscious, but she definitely has a pained expression, even biting her lip lightly.
You start on the opposite thigh, and try dragging it out longer. You hear Twist moaning, muffled through the wet rag you tied about her snout. You complete the second circlet of blood, and then draw a pair of matching lines from your first two cuts to her inner crotch. She's twisting a bit in her restraints, but she's only turning in her sleep it seems. It's really no fun if she won't even wake up to cry a little.
You spit out the razorblade, and bring your mouth to her cooch, sucking her clit into your mouth. You roll it about with your tongue a bit, before giving her a quick nip. The pain rushes through her and she pops her head forward, giving a broken yelp. She looks all around her, trying to take in everything. You gently tap her on the knee, and her head shifts toward you.
"Hey cutie. Don't scream. Don't scream or I'll kill you. And it won't be pleasant. I'll make it last days."
Her pupils shrink, and you can feel her heart rate quicken. You love that feeling. You nibble her wounds a bit, and she only grows more terrified. Then, suddenly, you rear back and stamp down on her gut, making her choke on the pain. She looks like she wants to scream, but she still remembers your warning. You give her a few more playful taps, before you ease off her and retrieve your razor blade. You use it to carve a few swirling lines up and down her legs, getting her to bite her lower lip. Tears stream down her face, and you spit the blade out onto her chest and lean up to lick at them, the salt complimenting the metallic taste of her blood, still in your mouth. She whimpers and blushes.
"You, you're kinda cute," You say, reach down to grab your now-crimson stained blade, "I mean it, I could almost fall in love with you."
You show her just how much you care by slicing two gradual curves into her belly, that connect into a big bleeding heart. You sigh, and flutter your eyelashes at your work. You're such a hopeless romantic. You look up to her, and her panicked eyes meet your lust-filled ones. She only grows more worried when you lean down and suckle the blood pooling down into her belly button. Then, without swallowing, you undo her gag, letting her breathe more clearly, but only for a moment, because then you're on top of her. You couldn't help yourself, you just had to enjoy her. You spew the blood into her mouth, and she spits it back into yours, unwittingly playing along with you. You snowball it for a while, until you finally swallow the wad of blood, and a healthy dosage of filly spit.
You feel yourself getting sopping wet, you pedo you. The scent of all this blood is driving you wild.
"What's your name, sweet thing?" You whisper to her.
She manages to answer between her sobbing, "Twi-*Sniff*Twist."
"Oh Twist, you know we can't be together, don't you?" You say. She is too surprised to answer. You smack your lips against hers again, playing it up for your own sick drama. "But we need to be! I need you!"
"I, I don't-" She tries to argue, but you cut her off.
"Cut it off? Of course! We'll remove your Cutie Mark and they'll never know!"
She is horrified at the very though, poor Twist had just received her Cutie Mark not more than a week ago. But she fears you, the clearly unstable pony holding her captive, far more than she fears losing her Cutie Mark. You pick up a small scalpel from your saddle bag, and get to work on her. You slice her Mark off like a cold cut, peeling it off for the last bit and tearing her skin at the edges. She cringes, and starts to break down crying.
Now that your 'secret is safe', you can start having some real fun with your bloody beloved.
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