He keeps telling Annabelle to breathe, try and take a deep breath with me, just follow what I'm doing and finally it pays off, and she's pulled herself together enough to sit up and look at her lover boy.
It hurts her to even look at him, but instead of dissolving back into a crying mess curled up on the floor, she hiccups, still sitting up but avoiding eye contact. Sebastian scoots closer to Annabelle, bringing an arm around her shoulder and letting her place her head on his own shoulder, placing his head on top of hers. "What's got you so.. upset? So… hurt?" He mumbles into her hair.
She hiccups a few times, trying to calm herself down enough to say the words she wants to. And Sebastian sits there patiently, rubbing her shoulder with one hand and holding her other hand in his own.
She places her other hand on top of his, squeezing tight as she forces the words out. "I told you I would do anything for you, but I don't think I meant it-" she stops, curling in on herself as she lets out a few choked sobs. "But I want to mean it! I want to give you anything you could ever want!" She sobs freely, bringing her hands up, with his in between them, to her face. "I want to love you with everything I have inside of me, I just-" she doesn't get to finish her sentence before it turns into violent sobs and she becomes a blubbering mess all over again.
And Sebastian doesn't know how to feel. But he knows that there's another pain in his chest, not one for her, but because of her. As she speaks, he tears up, trying to not let them fall. With the amount he's cried, he's sure he would have no more tears left to cry, but apparently that wasn't true as a few tears of his own escaped his eyes.
She lets out anguished wails, holding his hand tight as she talks nonsense filled with more bawling and tears than actual words. She gives up on taking soon enough, using one arm to cover her eyes as she leans back and lets out a sorrowful yell, curling in on herself immediately after. She lays her arm down on his legs, putting her head down on top and whining loudly before mumbling something along the lines of I'm so fucking sorry for doing this to you over and over again, never stopping the onslaught of tears and sobs.
Sebastian hiccups quietly as he uses the arm that was on Annabelle's shoulder to rub her back again. He really thought he was loved? That's pretty fucking stupid, seeing how he's known this psycho for the past two days. Being loved isn't something he's ever known, something the universe will never allow him to experience to the fullest. He continues to hiccup, taking shaky breaths between, trying to comfort the girl he thought loved him just a couple moments prior. It was an agonizing feeling, yet nothing he wasn't used to living through.
"Come on, deep breaths… you need them," he spoke softly, voice hinting that he was on the edge of hysterics, about to be in the same state Annabelle was in. "Please, you need to breathe and calm down… we-" he choked, almost broke down then and there, but hiccuped a few times and continued, voice trembling harder than before, "-we can just talk about it, I'm sure there's a way to fix this," he spoke desperately and quickly to her, trying to keep his sobs in as she bawled into her arm. He squeezed her hand tight, maybe a little bit too tight, but she was doing the same to him.
She suddenly sat up quickly, taking his face in her hand and frantically speaking between cries of despair, "I just need you to submit, to let me do whatever I want to you and you enjoy it and love it with every single cell in your body, THAT is everything I need from you-" she pushed her forehead to Sebastian's, his sobs finally being let loose from his body as he gripped her arms tight. And Annabelle bawls right along with him, looking him in the eyes intensely as she miserably kisses him.
It's sloppy and desperate and everything that she needs from him to keep from grabbing the knife from the kitchen– not too far away –and stab him in the chest so the pain all goes away. It would do something for only a moment, but right now she may need that moment.
But, instead of backing away, Sebastian accepts the kiss, kisses back and shoves his tongue into his almost-killer's mouth. She bites down hard, and he whimpers, but he doesn't give a fuck. He explores her mouth with haste, feeling every tooth and her tongue and tasting her saliva and searches for more more more.
She accepts with glee, moaning loudly as she shoves herself on top of his body, knocking them to the ground with a loud thump.
He grips Annabelle's hair intensely, pulling back so he can get a look at her face. She's still crying, he is too, but there's a fire in her eyes and he never wants to see it go out again. Something that screams fuck me and never stop. She pulls him right back in before he has time to think, holding him by the neck tight as she once again bites his bottom lip.
He moans, finally feeling his dick get hard beneath his pants. His blood is the greatest thing she ever tasted, no normal food could ever comair to the taste of iron and copper and knowing she caused it.
He quickly lets go of her hair, moving to unbutton his pants, but she takes his hands in hers before he can. Instead, she stops kissing him, sitting up and guiding his hands to her breasts. "I could tell you wanted every fucking piece of me from the moment you saw my face, but for now, all you get is this." She pants heavily, giving him a dangerous smile and guides his hands under her shirt and bra and onto her breasts.
And, he doesn't mean to, but Sebastian cums, his pants becoming dark and wet right where Annabelle sits on top of him, and he knows she felt it happen. For a moment, he panics, he lets go of her breasts and tries to sit up, but she's quick to correct the action, pushing him back down. "You do not get up until I say so, understood?"
But he's still panicking, tears of fear falling rather than anything else he felt before. He sobs, looking into her eyes and seeing the fire dull slightly.
"No, no, no, no, no, no!" He grabs back onto her breasts– from outside her shirt this time– sobbing going from lust to distress. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, yes, yes, yes, yes I will not do anything unless you say I can I'm so sorry-" but he can't continue, becoming a wailing mess in seconds.
She cups his face softly, about to console him, but he sees the fire in her eyes die in an instant. And he can't fucking take that. He lets go of her breasts again, howling and hugging himself hopelessly. He doesn't want the fire in her to die, he doesn't want to ever see her hurt again but he's never good enough for that, never good enough to help and make people happy. He can't do anything right and he fucked up a perfectly good thing by cumming.
She rolls off his pelvis smoothly, pulling Sebastian up and hugging him tight in one swift motion. He wraps his arms around her, clinging to her shirt and crying his heart out into her shoulder.
She moved her hand to the nape of his neck, stroking her thumb against it softly as she whispers, "My love, you did nothing wrong, you proved to me that you can submit, you can do what I say. You may need some work, but it's a start, dear heart, and a start is what matters…" he continues to weep as she speaks, nothing seemingly helping. "I'm sorry I lost my cool, I shouldn't have done that to you. I do love you with every single piece of me I have, you were just hesitant so I second guessed myself. Love, this is your fault." She pauses to see how he reacts.
And he thinks that Annabelle is stopping then and there. That this is it and she is going to kill him and hate him for the rest of eternity, hate herself for ever giving him a chance to live with her for the rest of their lives.
And he breaks.
He screams, pulling away and grabbing her face, trying to kiss her everywhere he can, trying to convince her that he can be good and he can make it up to her. She said he did good at the start, that this was a good start! But he fucked it up, it's all his fault and now he might loose the one person to ever love him.
Annabelle doesn't accept the kiss though, instead pushing him away and cupping his cheeks in her hands. He tries to push against her, kiss her and get back to what they were doing before he fucked it all up. Instead, she moves on hand and hand it lightly into his wound. And fuck does that hurt, it's why they were down there anyways, to get him some pain meds.
But that's still not the point. Maybe if he lets her hurt him again she'll love him all over, she won't be upset and she won't want to dump his ass for the next unfortunate soul to walk through the woods.
So he shoves his gut into her hand, feeling the pain shoot through his entire body. And Annabelle stares at him in absolute shock.
"Did… did you just make yourself hurt?" She asks, voice low and aggressive.
Sebastian's lip quivers. "I thought that maybe you woul-" he hiccups pitifully before continuing, "would want to hurt me again?"
She stares into his eyes, no fire full of lust, but one filled with anger and pure unbridled rage. She quickly grabs him by the neck, pushing him down to the floor with a loud think and sits on top of his gut, right where his stab wound is. He grimmices but she just tightens her hold before growling, "You are not to hurt yourself, do you understand me you cunt? Only I can do such a heinous thing to you. Only I can make you hurt and scream for help before fucking you til you pass out. You got all that?"
While she spoke, he began to cry again. He truly was shocked he hadn't died of dehydration at this point, but still, he cried as silently as he could while she choked him.
She shoved her face closer to his, not close enough to kiss but close enough to feel her breath on his face. "Do you fucking understand me Sebastian?"
He nods quickly, squeaking out a small 'yes' in return. "You fucking better."
She then stands up, making sure she pushes her hand into his stomach when she does so. He grunts and grabs his gut, and it feels like one of his stitches might tear. But he just learned better than to start talking about the pain he's in.
And Annabelle walks out of the room, padding back upstairs to do god knows what.
Sebastian feels his heart break more than he thought possible of a human heart, something so fragile yet the thing that keeps him alive.
He doesn't want to be alive anymore. If Annabelle doesn't love him, and he fucked up his one chance to ever succeed, why live? So rather than getting up and grabbing the pain meds he desperately needs, Sebastian lays on the floor and cries. He cries and sobs and almost starts bawling but makes sure he isn't loud enough to get his almost-lovers attention. An arm covers his face, his sleeve becoming increasingly wet as he loses control over his already fragile emotions.
Maybe I should just kill myself like Annabelle was going to, maybe then I wouldn't fuck up again. Maybe I wouldn't make her hurt or cry or disappoint her anymore.
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Annabelle pads back up the stairs, going into a room she claimed as hers and throws off the shirt she was wearing. It's completely soaked through with her tears and snot, and maybe even some of Sebastian's own tears too. She wants to lick it and see if it tastes just as good as his blood, but she doesn't have the energy for that right now. She changes her shirt into a heavier black sweatshirt then tugs off her pants. They're vaguely wet with her playthings cum, and this time she does lick it. It doesn't taste like a whole lot, seeing how it's only on her pants, but it's slightly sweet. She loves it.
She pulls on a new pair of jeans and sits down on the floor. She can hear crying from downstairs in the kitchen. She feels fucking horrible for making him cry over and over again, even though she said she would do anything for him. But she also needs to make she that he knows she is the boss, she is the one that makes every single decision on every single thing that happens. Cause if she doesn't, he will run and leave and tell someone and she will be utterly fucked. Manipulation is the only way to make sure her boy toy stays hers.