As gentle as a breeze over a calm and still lake, she came to. Blue eyes, still hazed over from her dreams, gazed upon the twilight sky, shades of pink and purple dominating the atmosphere. She had dreamt of her nightly apparition again. He had been glorious to behold and she'd ached for him to be real, to be able to feel just once. Still in a daze, she'd failed to notice the ropes and vines ensnaring her skewed limbs. Just as she lifted her hand to rub her eyes, she saw how helplessly bound she was. No tugs, no amount of pulling would free her. She was tied to the elaborately carved gravestone below her and the statue of an angel standing above the grave. How did she even get here? She wondered, fear slowly creeping in.
He appeared then, just as charming and handsome as in her dreams. His black hair ruffled by the wind, gray eyes reflecting the vivid skies, he sauntered toward her as his gravity dragged her into his orbit with every step. She wondered if she was still dreaming to have been witnessing him as such, but no, the vines digging into her arms and the various tiny thorns embedded in her skin begged to differ.
When he reached her, his nimble fingers lifted the ends of her long black hair, placing a chaste kiss on her tresses, greeting her.
"What a lovely sacrifice you make, my dear." His voice poured over her like molten chocolate, rich and decadent, but infusing none of the steady warmth those characteristics usually tided over. She was confused, but her instincts had caught up, a steady dread filling her up and the air chilling her to the bone.
"What do you mean, 'sacrifice'?" She questioned, despair slowly filling her eyes. She was caught and trapped like a prey, and the more she thought of her dream, the more she realized that it hadn't been a dream at all.
"Nothing you need to worry about." He smiled at her, his cold eyes assessing her. He leaned down and touched his cold lips to hers, and she felt a drop of something bitter on her tongue. Nothing about him was warm. The apparition she'd admired had been nothing but a made-up fantasy in her head, pretty to look at but lethal.
She struggled to break free again but found she was slowly losing strength, slowly losing control over her limbs. He had drugged her and her body was beginning to shut down. She looked pleadingly at him, begging to be let go. She didn't want to be anybody's sacrifice. Tears leaked out of her eyes, her hope depleting with every tear she cried.
His fingers brushed her tears away.
"Beautiful." He whispered. "I love the despair filling your eyes, sweet one."
His nose dragging over hers, all the way down to the hollow of her throat, breathing in her scent, her panic making her scent divine. He lapped at the pulse beating rapidly at her neck before biting down hard. She tried to scream, but she found she had no voice.
"Let's begin." He said, drawing up and climbing over her. He cut down the ties binding her limbs. Stradling her, he ripped apart her dress like it was made of paper. Her exposed skin chilled instantly. His cold hands wandered over her pale skin, squeezing and pinching her heaving breasts. She was nearly immobile at this point, and the most she could do was pant and cry silently, begging and pleading with her eyes for any vestiges of mercy in his cold, dead heart. He cared for none of it. He struck like a venomous serpent, his fangs burying in her and pulling her blood. He mangled her flesh and her blood poured out, droplets falling onto the tomb below.
So focused on the pain she was that she didn't register his hand until his bloody fingers were buried deep inside her cunt, aggravating her pain. He pumped in and out furiously, her thighs staining with her own blood, both from her veins and from her maidenhead, which he'd crudely taken.
She was going to die. She was already dying. She could only watch in horror as the beast in the man's costume consumed her life essence, all the while violating her body. She couldn't even manage the smallest twitch of a finger and was nothing but a helpless spectator to the desecration of her own body.
He drew back, forked tongue licking his bloody lips. He flashed a bloody smile at her.
"How beautifully you're losing your life." His fingers caressed her cheek. "Would you happen to have any last requests?" He asked gently, as if his world depended on her word alone. His dichotomy was terrifying to behold. He seemed gentle and caring at one second, and devious and monstrous the next. She wanted to plead to be let go, that would be her request, but she couldn't even manage to move her head to nod.
"No? Well, let's carry on then." He said, chuckling.
Undoing his trousers, he drew out his hard cock. She watched, horrified, as he positioned her legs and notched his dick at her pussy. He thrust in without a warning, hilting inside her tight walls. He groaned aloud, thrusting experimently a few times. He was girthy and long, and her walls could barely stretch around his thickness, unaroused as she was. Every time he pulled out, he admired the sight of her sweet blood staining his fat cock. He was entranced by the way her small pussy lips stretched around his bloated length. His dick scraping her dry walls caused her untold agony and she could only lay there, unmoving, taking everything he gave.
He pulled out, tutting over the uneasy entrance into her every time. He drew some of the blood from the still-bleeding gash on her neck and proceeded to lube up her cunt, repeating the process several times until he was satisfied.
Pleased with his ministrations, he thrusted in again, much easier now. His lips caught her stiff nipple. He went harder with each thrust, hammering into her tight cunt brutally. His fingers pinched her clit.
His tongue dipped into her neck wound and he trailed his tongue around her collarbones, in some kind of pattern. She was too lost in the assault to wonder about it, being brutally fucked as she was. He rose above her and looked at her tear-filled eyes, pleased with himself for having found such a lovely body. His thrusts gentled as his fingers dipped into her wound again. He began drawing things on her torso, taking his time, all the while fucking her, changing the maddening pace again and again until she was clenching around him, little orgasms going off and continuing.
The sensations in her body were slowly fading, and she was glad for it. Pain was the only thing she could feel majorly, but the pinch to her clit and his cock pounding into the sweet spot inside her pussy sent an unexpected jolt of her pleasure through her collapsing system, her muscles tightening around his girth involuntarily. He did it again and again and again until she was on the verge again, and this time it felt big, like she was jumping off a cliff. She felt fire tingling along her limbs and loathed to imagine what it could've felt like had she been able to feel everything. The sensations, as such, were receding gradually. She would be dead soon, she thought, somewhat relieved, for then this trauma to be over.
She was running out of time and he needed to send her off with one last paroxysm of untold magnitude, he decided. And so he pistoned in and out of her, smashing her cervix, biting her breasts, leaving little wounds, little reminders of the little sensation left in her body. His fingers continued their assault on her clit and her senstive pussy folds stretched around him. One of his hands wrapped around her neck, cutting off her air as she suddenly struggled to breathe, her muscles tightening. He went faster, harder, trying to carve his place in her body. The lack of oxygen caused her to squeeze around him until he could barely hold himself back. He pressed her throat harder and watched as her eyes bulged and turned bloodshot, her lips blue. He drove in hard and squeezed with all his strength until she came gloriously around him, wrapping around his cock like a vise, squeezing all the cum out of him. Her eyes barely had any life left in them as he unloaded into her, filling her to the brim with his seed. He felt it as her pulse slowed with each passing second until it stopped at last. He pulled out of her and watched appreciatively as his cum leaked out of her ruined hole, mixed with her blood and juices.
He waited with bated breath for a minute or two. The symbols he'd marked onto her skin began to glow, an unearthly presence bleeding into the air. He smiled. The task was done.
The air was unnaturally still as she came to, red eyes gazed at the darkening sky. The omen of death had arrived.