bloody romance

Night

Marisa sat down on her cot, her stomach snarling with hunger. She picked up the plastic tray from the small, bolted down table next to her cot. She winced as her wound stung when she moved. She started eating her cold soup, practically pouring it into her mouth. She was so hungry that she didn't mind its temperature. She finished quickly and layed down. It took her half an hour to fall asleep. When Erik knew for sure she was out cold, he took her tray and went to the only sink in the mostly empty warehouse, washing it and setting it on the counter to the left. He walked out of the warehouse to his car and layed in the backseat, falling asleep quickly. Three hours passed, Marisa woke from her slumber and felt a sharp pain in her left arm. She looked down and saw the wrapped wound. Memories of her torture flooded through her head. Though, now when she thought of his sparkling eyes and muscular build. The pain felt good, and she could feel her panties becoming slightly wet. She was confused by how she could possibly be horny at a time like this, but the body wants what it wants. She couldn't stop thinking about him, the way he looked her up and down, admiring her figure and relishing in her agony. She tried to move her hands but she felt something tug back at her wrists. She saw that she had been bound to the bed with rope. Marisa felt up her thighs, just reaching her pussy. It was hot and wet, her legs began to quiver as she rubbed her clit. Her fingers caressed every fold of her wet cunt. She stifled a moan as she slid her middle and ring finger in and out of her tight pussy. The ropes burned her wrists and made her even more wet. Heat filled her body as she brought herself to a climax, thinking of her captor. She collapsed back onto the cot and quickly fell unconscious, dreaming of Erik.