| Visions Of Red And Pain
𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀
"I'm a sadistic fuck, Anna," Anthony continued. "And I denied myself the pleasure of controlling your pain for so long. But tonight, I realized I no longer have to, because you were mine all along. You were mine from the first moment you called me Master."
The whip cut through the air, and when I felt the burn of the leather against my back, a scream ripped from my throat.
"There it is." Ecstasy laced his words. The heat of desire I felt mere seconds ago was ripped from me with a single lash. My skin burned, my mind a broken place with nothing but endless shame. I was back there with Master Z, in my cell, all alone, broken and tainted. Gone was the hope. Gone was the anticipation of pleasure instead of pain. And gone was the likelihood of me ever surviving my new master unscathed.
"Do you want to hear my story, Anna? Do you want to hear the story of how I fucked up everything?"
I sniffled a cry, tears burning the back of my eyes.