Her Name Was Midnight

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{*= translation at the end ofstory}

"M-master?" I say, hesitating.

He pushes me onto a broken metal table with a devilish smile, leather belts in his hands.

"Silence."

With that, he begins to tie me. Stiff leather binding my body to the table. All I see is his face, noticing his once soft, light and loving grey eyes are no longer there as deep and mischievous dark storm grey ones are left to replace them. His lips touch mine, distracting me as he tightens the leather straps that he placed on my arms and ankles connecting them to the edges of the rotten table. Next he wraps a blood stained rag on my lips. I notice that the blood is fresh as some of it leaks into my lips. Tasting the bitter blood, I let out a slight complaint then stop half way as he hits my bare leg with a whip hard causing it to bleed.  He smirks as he sees me in pain, hearing my screams that are muffled by the cloth. He soothes me by running a hand on my cheek slowly. He leans his head closer, making our foreheads touch.

*"Minuit... Mon cherMinuit..." He whispers and lets go of me completely.

Not knowing what will happen, I shed few tears and he notices. He glares and I force the tears to stop flowing. He walks slowly around me and the table, his eyes never leaving my shaking body. I stare at him as he licks his lips, impressed with what he sees I’m guessing. I’m pale, envy green eyes, straight black shoulder length wearing a shirt that has a low V-neck and has large circle gaps on the sides, exposing most of my skin and tattoos. I’m also wearing black booty shorts and that’s about it. Literally; no bra, socks or underwear. Not even a thong! My masters want me prepared for anything, meaning rape, abuse, or anything else they want to do with me.  The 3 tattoos I mentioned are what remind people that I belong to someone, well, 3 some ones. The one is of a red dragon wrapping itself around my waist was the mark of my 3st master, Kristofer. The other is of a black star inside a white pentagon, which belonged to Corey, my 2nd master. The final mark was one of a black rose bleeding blood on my right breast, the mark of Kasper my 1st master and the one who is currently roaming my cold body with his warm hands.

I let out a soft moan of pleasure and he smirks, leaning down to lick my blood of my leg. I take a quick look at it and gasp. That one’s gunna leave a scar. Once he takes the first lick, I inhale loudly and wait for the worst. He grins at his work and nips the loose skin, making the crimson blood come down more. Containing the urge to scream, I bite my bottom lip avoiding tasting the blood on the rag. Casper soon takes out a blade from his belt filled with different objects and cuts off the loose skin that he peeled. My eyes start to water as he drinks all the blood off my leg, and I mean all. Here I am, waiting in pain as his tongue roams my new cut, drinking every drop of blood until there is no more.

  Like the sick monster he is, he smirks and licks his lips. He throws the blade in my direction and laughs when I scream, afraid of it cutting my face. Instead, it hits the wall behind me. I let out a soft sigh of relief until I feel him take of my shorts.  

*“Oh Midnight.. Vous êtes tellement belle... Ce qui est parfait...” He whispers then begins to nip at my lower abdomen.

And so that leads into several other things and soon it’s been hours of pain and pleasure in this horrid cell I have been put into.

“What have I done to deserve this Master Casper?” I barely manage to whisper out after he’s done his damage, black spots invading my vision.

Barely able to hear or see, I struggle to stay awake to hear his answer. First hearing him chuckle then reply, I soon black out, the last words he spoke playing over and over in my mind.

Everything love, absolutely everything.

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Translations: ( french to english )

* Minuit... Mon cherMinuit... = Midnight… My dear Midnight…

*Oh Midnight.. Vous êtes tellement belle... Ce qui est parfait... = Oh Midnight… You're so beautiful... So perfect…

 *** All words in french i used from a translator so if they are wrong,    Sorry

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