Donna

17

I DON'T KNOW. WHAT WILL SHE DO TO ME? What's worse than torture? And I know she won't torture me, it's too simple.

Two days pass, and she appears in my room.

"Thanatos did that?"

"I made him give it to me."

I nod, making an o with my mouth.

"So, what did you come up with?" her accent is thicker now. Her hair is in a bun. Never been in a bun.

"Torture?"

She shakes her head. "Nothing. I'm not going to do anything. I'll just be around, and you'll do the rest on your own."

I nod once more, I can handle that.

She's in my bedroom, it's about eight. She's wearing a coat. It's Autumn. She takes it off, bare underneath.

My c**k stands at attention, straining to plunge into her.

No...no.

She snaps and I'm naked on the bed. She walks toward me, purposely letting her hair loose, she knows I love to pull it.

It falls over her breasts now, it didn't used to. Well, it did, but she never let it. Not with me. My mouth waters. She slips into bed with me, facing me. Her breasts right in front of me. Her n*****s peeking through strands of dark silk. I've always loved to suck on her t**s.

She knows that.

"Do you want some?"

I nod, but I know there's a price. Either she won't let me, or she'll charge me for it.

"Bene. Have one, you have thirty seconds."

I flick her hair over her shoulder, latching into her tit, sucking. Fuck...I missed this.

"Times up."

There it is. I couldn't find the catch until she threw at me. She'd give a little, make me want more. I'm already hooked on her, but she wants me feigning for her, starving for her.

Mission accomplished. I get no sleep. I need more.

IT'S TWO AM WHEN SHE NUDGES ME, TELLING me I can have some more of her. 4 hours. Four hours.

"How long am I allowed?"

"A minute. You've been good."

I beam in excitement. My hands roam her soft skin while I suck on her tit, taking her n****e in my mouth, love her t**s in my mouth.

"Enough."

I pull away petulantly, head laying on her stomach, her hands in my hair.

I smile against her skin. I'm half insane, she's half dead, I still hate her, she despises me. Before this year is up, she'll probably kill me.

That's fine. But in the meantime...

Amanda Roksana Russo Genovese is always mine. Always.

ITS FOUR AM, AND I WAKE HER UP WITH MORNING HEAD. I'm going at her p***y, and she's just creaming, making that sweet juice I love. I lick her slit, plunge my tongue in f**k her with my mouth.

That wakes her up.

"W-What are doing? I didn't authorize this."

I bite her c**t, smirking against her gushing cunt.

"Mine. You are always mine. Until Death manages to drag you completely down, you are mine."

"Even when I kill you?"

"Especially when you kill me."

I slide up her body. She hates to be submissive, and I love making her submit. She loves the pain, the little slut, can't get off without it.

We still have a loose Daddy/baby girl relationship. I take care of her in bed, I please her, show her affection when she needs it. Which happens more than you'd think, when I get mad her she thinks I'm going to leave.

Of course I don't.

She submits to me, uses me as her comfort and supporter. It's the only time she gets to do that.

The only time she gets to be free. Because I'm taking care of her, I know what she needs. She doesn't need to stress, she doesn't need think. She can just relax and let me pleasure her.

Oh, but she despises me for being able to do it.

Vitya Volkov will always be Vitya Volkov. Doesn't matter if in I'm lock up, half dead, full dead, meet Death, it doesn't f*****g matter.

I'm me until I cease to exist. And she's mine. Until I cease to exist.

Point blank. Period.

SHE RUBS HERSELF AGAINST ME, WHIMPERING. I glare at her once more, warning her.

"Didn't I say still?"

She nods, whining, biting her lip

"Then why are moving? Do I have spank you, Hm? I haven't hurt you in a while."

She shakes her head, but the look in her eye contradicts that. She wants my attention and she wants me to hurt her. Punish her specifically. Which is why she's purposely doing what I told her not to.

"Alright then, little fox," I get off the bed, and go over to the armchair I never use.

"Assume the position."

She shakes her head defiantly.

"What do mean," I copy her gesture. "Get your ass over here."

She ignores me. Calmly, I stand pad over to the bed. Finger the dark strands of hair I love to pull, then take a fist full of it, and force her on her knees.

Then I drag her by hair to the chair. When I sit her between my legs she's grinning.

"Get. On my lap. Now."

Using my thighs as leverage, she stands, draping herself over me carelessly.

I turn her over, grab her ass, massage it. Then I smack it. Hard.

She barely makes a sound.

I punish her little ass until its nice and red. Then I lift up right sink into her.

She makes one of those breathless screams, silent cries. I ram into her, punishing her with my c**k.

We do what always do, I take what's mine, and she hates me for it.

HER BODY IS on mine, resting. We're tangled up together in the sheets. I stroke her hair, rub her back.

"Vitya?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you leave me?"

My hand freezes, my eyes closed painfully. Cold. She hates cold.

"Do you know what happened?"

"I know I was shot, and I know you left me to die."

The day plays back vividly, as if I watching a movie.

"That day, I was going to let you kill me. I gave a clear command, no one was supposed to shoot you. No one but me."

Why Ana? Why didn't you listen to me Sister?

"When you had that gun on me, and most of our soldiers were dead, I miscalculated. I thought all of my soldiers were dead, but they weren't."

"I took my soldiers, but I told my family to stay behind. My sisters, all five of them agreed. My father and mother stayed behind. My best friend Yuri stayed behind."

"I really should've expected it. Ana was always rebellious she had such fire. Reckless fire, when she believed in something..."

"You had the gun on me, my remaining men knew better. Then a shot rang out, hit you. Against my order."

"Automatically, I killed them. The person who shot you- I didn't look, I didn't check, I didn't do anything but shoot."

"It was my sister, Ana. I killed her for you. My own sister. And you know what, I did it on purpose. I heard her, in the background. I ignored it, but I kinda knew."

"She kept saying, she's going kill him, why is nobody moving! But I shrugged it off. My little sister. That's why I left you. I was angry, and resentful because I had to carry my baby sister's body home, with a bullet through her head that I put there. For you."

"I wanted to go back. I called the ambulance when I got to the town, but I knew it would be too late."

She nodded, not asking anymore questions. She didn't seem to be affected, didn't seem to be wary of me. She snuggled closer to me, actually.

But I was plagued by one question. One question that haunted me in prison, every night.

"Were you cold? When I left you, were you cold?"

There was a tendency silence before she spoke.

"At first. Then I went numb, and somehow that was worse."