A Cursed Love (18+ Private) hal7283 & Shisu-Chan

[Shisu-Chan00]

Once the creature noticed the nod from the small elf he reached down and easily forced the shackles open. He fluidly heaved Gildir over his shoulder and stood up. He peered around the room and smiled sadistically as he realized the small carnage he had caused. It was only the beginning. The two elves had no idea what was in store for them.

 

The demon walked to the door and kicked it open, leaving the cell with not much of an issue. He crouched down when he heard guards, although he could take them all out easily it would be exhausting if someone found out they had escaped. He would rather leave without much effort. He dashed from one hallway to the next, sticking to the shadows due to Gildir on his back. He didn?t want to get into a fight at the moment, the elves safety meant more to him than destroying the place.

 

As he made his way to the front door he could feel Wryn pushing his way back into his conscious. He shook his head in anger, letting a growl escape his lips. He had to hold on just a bit longer. When he stumbled out into the night he was disoriented and confused but free, from everything. The chambers were a cell but Wryn?s mind was a prison and it kept him locked up, dormant, for so long.

 

He slinked through the town, dipping through alleys and dark streets to leave the city. When he found a safe place not to far from the city he laid Gildir down. Exhaustion overwhelmed his body and he knelt next to the elf. He was panting hard and sweating, fighting the elf from taking his mind back. Sadly, the demon didn?t have enough power to stay in this form for longer than what he had already used. His body shook and he collapsed on the ground next to the other elf, passed out asleep.

 

His body slowly reverted back to how it should be, Wryn?s mangled body left in the demon?s place. The elf breathed smoothly, as if sleeping for the first time in a long while. Dreaming of nothing important, but happy to be dreaming at all. He needed the sleep and after the exhaustion his body went through to push out the demon it was going to need much more of it.

 

The demon slunk back to his small corner in Wryn?s mind, festering in the fact he was locked away once more. He hoped that Gildir would be capable of taking care of his host considering his body could no longer function on the amount of sleep and nutrients it was running on.

 

 

I'm fine with everything you said. In my opinion opinion I think the demon should share Wryn's emotions and add a plot for it's love for Gildir. I'm planning to name him also when he comes out again and Gildir questions him. At some point Wryn will become aware of the demon inside of him and have to deal with either living with it or trying to expell him from his body. I think all of these could be good additions to the plot!

 

[hal7283]

Gildir groaned when "Wryn" picked him up and carried him on his shoulder. The warmth of Wryn just made him feel safe and he soon fell unconsciousness. He began to dream, of happier times when he was but a child and lived with Wryn peacefully in the woods, of darker days when he was bullied and discriminated by the other elves, of ecstatic experiences when he shared a bed with the man he loved, and hellish tortures at the hands of the human torturers. All of these fractured pieces of memories seemed to get mixed up into a nonsensical chaotic whirlpool. He was happy, he was sad, he was uncontrollably terrified and yet hopelessly aroused.

 

Hours latter he woke up screaming, due to the mess of a dream he'd just saw and the pain coursing through his body. He found himself in the middle of a forest with Wryn laying beside him. For a moment Gildir was confused, doubting that it's the continuation of his dream or hallucination, but eventually he realized that it was real. Somehow the two of them managed to escape that prison, but how? Gildir turned back to observe Wryn more closely and was surprised to find that no trace of torture could be find on him: no bruise, no scar, no wound, none at all. If it weren't for the little mark on his pelvis which had now grown into a intricate, beautiful and suggestive pattern spreading towards his upper torso, Gildir would've believed that the humans haven't touched Wryn at all. Gildir thought about how Wryn looked back in the cell, the mist around his body, the sharp claws, the horns on his head, and above all, the frightening power emanating from him, all reminded Gildir of the demons he'd heard in stories. Is this the mark's purpose all along? To possess Wryn's body? Did the demon help them escape? But why?

 

Despite all the questions Gildir had about Wryn's transformation, it had to wait since they have more pressing matters. Even though they're free, all of their belongings were confiscated when they were captured, and their clothes were removed during their torture. Even though they were lucky at no wild animals attacked them when both of them were unconscious, there was no telling how long their fortune would last. They must find a save place to hide, and also something to cover themselves. But how? It's not like they could just walk to the nearest village and ask for help, especially not when all the non-humans were being rounded up in the kingdom.

 

Then suddenly Gildir heard the sound of people travelling through the woods in a hurry. Gildir thought that must be the soldiers hunting them down and tried to carry Wryn, but his tortured body was simply too weak to do so. Fear and despair filled his heart as he didn't even have the means to kill themselves to prevent being captured.

 

The next moment several figures emerged from the foliage and Gildir was surprised to find them to be a group of non-humans: two cat folk, a halflings, a dwarf and a tall lizardman. Gildir noticed that some were injured and had blood on their clothing and figured they must be escaped prisoners as well. The group was equally surprised to bump into two naked elves in the middle of the forest and chatted among themselves for a short while, then finally the halfling approached the two and said: "Don't be alarmed guys, we just want to help."

 

"You're helping us?" Gildir asked.

 

"Yeah, our lizard friend here insists that we take you two along. Something about 'a debt'." The halfling said: "Plus I can't in good conscious leave you two here to die. We're civilized people, not savages like the humans here."

 

The group managed to come up with some clothing to cover the two elves and one of the cat-folk carried Gildir, while the lizardman carried Wryn. Soon enough his exhaustion caught up with him and he fell asleep on the cat-folk's back. By the time Gildir woke up they've cleared the woods and found himself resting beside a campfire. They've tended to Gildir's injuries but since none of them knew magic the treatment was rather minimal. They gave Gildir some food and after some chatting he soon learned about who they were. The group consisted of the cat folk merchants Sgringal and Sgrungal; the halfling thief Pete; the lizardman mercenary Shas'a; and the Dwarf blacksmith Gingri. With the exception of Pete who got captured because of his crimes, all of them were simply at the wrong place at the wrong time during the round up, though none of them were actually tortured and only got injured during their capture. Somehow a riot broke out in the prison and during the chaos they managed to escape the city. Thanks to the halfling theif's quick hands they also maanged to "borrow" some supplies on their way out. Their plan was to head east towards the kingdom of Udensburg since the halfling got relatives there who could help. While Gildir would prefer to travel south since that's where the direction of their destination, given the circumstances he wasn't really in a position to argue.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Wryn blinked open his eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them as he sat up in bed. He peered around the room. It looked like his room back at the village, but he knew all too well they weren't there. Confusion swept through his mind as he realized he didn't feel as if this was a dream at all but rather a real event. He had two options, he could either pretend like everything is fine or try and wake up from whatever this was.

 

Before he could make the decision a wooden plank in the hallway announced someone's arrival with a creak. "Who is it?" He called out, not moving from his bed. The person outside the door realized they were caught and walked down the hall to Wryn's bedroom door. It creaked open and a man stood in the doorway. Well, he looked like a man from first glance. Wryn realized he was taller, with sharp nails, and horns on his head. An overwhelming sense of power hit Wryn in the face and he felt fear trickle into his heart.

 

"Tch, so this is where you choose to speak with me?" The demon's hair was much like Wryn's. Silver as if in old age yet his features were young and strong.

 

Wryn pushed himself to the edge of his bed. "Who are you? What are you doing in my dream?"

 

"Listen all of that will come later. It's not the time nor the place for us to meet properly. You should be getting back, you've been gone a long while." The demon closed the gap between them and pressed his fingers in the space between Wryn's temples. "Till we meet again."

 

Wryn woke peacefully. He expected his body to hurt but as he shifted slightly he realized that his limbs no longer ached. He had only a few moments of bliss before he shot up into a sitting position, his mind worried for Gildir. Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered what he had done and he wanted nothing more than to hug his son. Someone had put clothes on him while he was asleep, he assumed it was probably Gildir. Wryn noticed he had been laid down on some blankets beside a fire and not too far away was a group of non-humans chatting around another. The realization of exactly what had happened in the cells came to him and he wanted to die. Wryn was so horrified at what he had done to Gildir that he didn't know if he could even face him. He wanted to apologize, tell him why it happened the way it did but none of that seemed to matter compared to what he had done. Could anything make up for what he had done? They were so close to becoming closer and then this happened, setting them back once more. Wryn could only imagine that Gildir hated him, to the core. It was a sickening feeling but Wryn knew that if Gildir had beat the shit out of him, raped him, and then injured him more he probably wouldn't forgive him either. He had to find him though, for his own peace of mind that he made it out.

 

Wryn's eyes scanned the area, looking for his son's hair under some blankets or him walking around. For a moment he didn't have much luck but finally he spotted him. When he spotted Gildir he almost jumped out of the makeshift bed. He was by his side in moments "Gildir, are you okay? Let me heal you, it's the least I could do after...after doing this to you. I'm so sorry. I had no choice." He shook his head and wiped his eyes. Gildir seemed to have been treated barely. The non-humans did what they could do, even if it wasn't something amazing. Wryn could make the wounds close in a matter of moments due to his magic. Wryn could only see the upper half of Gildir's body but he knew all too well that his lower half was just as wounded as the other. He wanted to hug him right then and there but he didn't know if Gildir would be okay with that. "They were forcing my every action. I would never do anything to hurt you." He reached out a hand and gently touched Gildir's face. A beautiful deep green light came from Wryn's hand that touched Gildir's face and Wryn closed his eyes with a whimper.

 

When he opened them Gildir's face was healed, nothing but scars from the wounds that were too deep to go away without a mark. He smiled softly to Gildir and motioned to the woods behind them. "I'll heal the rest of you too. I don't know if it would be smart doing so around so many people though. Speaking of, if one of them healed me how come they didn't heal you?" He asked motioning down to his completely normal body.

[hal7283]

Gildir was drinking to soup they made for him when he noticed Wryn suddenly sitting up, clearly confused of the situation. "Father? Are you alright?"Gildir said to Wryn as the older Elf approached him. But as he ran closer and closer towards him, Gildir found himself trembling in fear. Of course he was happy to see that Wryn was well, but he was also afraid. He could no longer be sure what Wryn thought of him, as a son? As a disappointing failure? Or worse? He trembled in fear when Wryn approached but as he saw the tears in his eyes he was almost shocked to see the care and love coming from him, and that was all Gildir needed to know that all those things Wryn did to him in the cell was not of his own accord, and what Wryn said next proved as much. But still, his heart, body seemed to react differently, despite how much he reasoned against it, he still flinched when Wryn touched his face and the tremble didn't stop. Gildir was broken, he was afraid, and of Wryn of all people! But as much as he was relieved when Wryn explained how he was forced into those terrible acts, and that he would never hurt him, a part of Gildir was almost.. disappointed?

 

Gildir moaned when he felt Wryn's magic, his flesh and bones itched as they quickly healed in a supernatural speed, as if none of that nightmarish torture ever happened. While his body healed however his mind remained scarred. But he was healed enough to have the strength to at least interact with Wryn without acting like a scared deer. "Thank you father... I am... alright now..." He got up and with slight hesitation, holding the hand touching his face with his own and said: "No they didn't heal you.. none of them knew magic and all they managed was to patch me up... Don't you remember how we got out of the prison? You... changed.... kill the interrogators and... I fell unconscious after that but I assume you took me out of the prison..."

 

Gildir watched as he could see the confusion on Wryn's face. It was clear that Wryn was as clueless about that "demon" as he was. But there're more immediate matters to tend to. He said: "In any case we it would be wise to heal the others too. It was they who found us in the woods, gave us these clothes and helped us get this far. We owe them our lives. Come on, let me introduce you to them."

 

Gildir introduced Wryn to the group and with the help of Wryn's magic, healed their injuries. They were certainly pleasantly surprised, especially Shas'a who pretty much knelt on the ground thanking the two Elves. Even though he could barely speak the common-tongue of this continent, Gildir did manage to understood that apparently Shas'a was in the same cell as Wryn back in the prison and he was treated by the Elf when he got thrown in. Then he also mentioned something else Wryn did for him but Gildir didn't quite catch what he meant. Now having treated his wound again Wryn had basically helped him twice and thus the lizardman was in the Elf's debt, and he wish to help them along their journey.

 

"Well... at least we got a friend from that ordeal so it wasn't a total waste of time..." Gildir said, trying his best to find the glimmer of hope in their desperate situation. He then explained to Wryn where the group was heading and said: "It would be a detour from where we were going, but travelling straight south across Fernandios is probably not the best idea."

[Shisu-Chan00]

Wryn smiled brightly as he gently touched Gildir's face. The wince, the fear, the trembling, all did not go unnoticed to Wryn but he did not draw attention to it. It was understandable. Wryn was a monster, he had hurt him and Gildir was just doing what a normal being would do, cowering from him. Wryn watched as the wounds healed and Gildir's face was back to normal. Wryn couldn't help but realize just how handsome his son was, he wanted to kiss him in that moment. Wanted to tell him that he had figured out exactly how he felt about him in those cells. With the thought of them about to die Wryn realized that his love for Gildir wasn't just father and son. Then again, this wasn't the time for proclimiations of love.

 

Wryn was told that no one healed him, that he had broken out of the prison himself. He had killed the interrogators and sent them running. Confusion darted over his face as he tried to understand, and remember, the events that Gildir was telling him about. Nothing worked though and he shook his head. Instead Gildir suggested healing the small band of non-humans they were currently traveling with. The older elf didn't mind and went around the small camp, healing here and there. Each time the non-humans seemed to be very happy with the results. Wryn's eyes fell on a particular lizard man and his body went rigid. He remembered what happened in the cell and this man was one of the men that used his mouth to get off. He paused before quickly healing him and walking away from him. He didn't want Gildir to know all the horrible things he had done. He had no idea what had happened to Gildir, and Gildir had no idea what happened to Wryn, even if the older elf remembered it all.

 

One of these days the time would arise when they would share their stories together. Today was not that day. Wryn was introduced to all the non-humans and told where they were heading. Gildir seemed to think it was a good idea to travel with this small band and so Wryn nodded. "Alright, we will follow them till we get enough supplies, and it is safe enough to do so, to break away from them. I appreciate all of you for saving us. We do have a pressing matter but I imagine a small detour from our original mission won't be too terrible." He smiled around at them, his eyes lingering on the lizard man who seemed too endebted to Wryn. He got a weird vibe off of him, not only that but he hated the idea that someone here knew his secrets. Knew what he hoped no one would have ever found out.

 

He hoped that the curse wasn't going too much. The idea of taking a detour sounded nice, had they not been on a time limit. Wryn made a mental note of checking his mark when they were finished talking. He wondered how much it had grown under the conditions at the jail. He knew it had to be almost finished, his mind lingered on what was going to happen to him after the mark was completed. He couldn't pull his mind away from what Gildir had said. His transformation and apparent rampage of the interrogators, killing and or maiming them all. Wryn was not a violent creature so this news was, well, news to him.

[hal7283]

Gildir followed Wryn as he treated the others. For a moment it felt like they were back at their forest home, accompanying Wryn on one of those usual visits to the village treating the wounded and the sick, and selling herbs and medicines to the villagers so they could take care of themselves during their absence. But of course, time and place have changed, and he wasn't the innocent child in the forest any more. He noticed something was strange about Wryn when he introduced Shas'a to him, and despite the lack of expressions on the lizardman's face, he could tell that the awkwardness was mutual. While Gildir couldn't help but find the situation suspicious, he didn't feel any malice coming from Shas'a so he quickly brushed the matter aside.

 

Once all members of the group were healed, Gildir got some soup for Wryn as well and they rested. In the middle of the night however Gildir suddenly woke up, panting heavily and sweating all over. Again he had that nightmare, a chaotic swirl of all his past memories in seemingly random sequences. He was happy, he was sad, he was in pain, and he was in despair, but also he felt the greatest and most terrifying ecstasy. He looked around and luckily he didn't wake up anyone. He quietly got up from the spot he was sleeping and sneakily headed for the little stream nearby where they got the water for the soup from.

 

Gildir began to remove his clothing, and the bandages the others had put on him to mend his wounds. He walked into the water and washed away all the sweat, filth and blood still on him. Soon enough he was all cleaned. He examined his own body under the moon light and found no trace of the torture he'd just suffered. As usual Wryn's magic worked perfectly. Cautiously he traced his fingers along everywhere his wounds should have been. He touched his fingers, his body, his rear and his back. His body trembled and he moaned painfully as all of the pain seemed to be echoing inside him and refused to subside. But at the same time, his member was standing painfully firm, almost cumming just by the painful flashbacks alone. "Father..... Wryn...... Wryn....!" Gildir cried helplessly, confused, afraid, and aroused.

[Shisu-Chan00]

For a split second Wryn was able to forget the strange dream he had had. He could forget that they were on the run because his body was cursed. He forgot that Gildir was no longer just a boy but…much much more than that. As he followed Wryn around as he healed their new companions, Wryn felt like he was back home again. They would always take trips around the village making sure that everyone was well and happy. If they weren’t, Wryn would take the extra time to heal them of their wounds the best he could. He missed those days, when nothing seemed to complicate their lives except for if the elders were going to call Wryn away before dinner again. Those were much simpler times. Now they sat in a crowded huddle with strangers after breaking out of a prison they had been helplessly tortured in.

 

Wryn could still feel the slick, slimy tongue of the beast. Lapping away at his face and arms, as if tasting his meal for the first time. It made him want to gag. What was worse was that he loved it, everything that was happening to him his body loved it. Even if it was painful and cruel his cursed body wanted to drink the cum till there was nothing left to give.

 

Wryn tried hard not to show that Shas’a was bothering him. He could tell in the lizards eyes that he knew what had happened between the two of them, how Wryn groveled at the men’s feet letting them spurt cum into his mouth over and over again till his stomach was overflowing. It was humiliating, he could only imagine what the lizard thought he was like when he was out of the torture areas. None of that mattered though, Wryn wanted to hide everything that had happened from Gildir. He felt so much shame, so much pain, for everything that had happened to him that he didn’t want anyone to know about it.

 

Gildir helped him back to their sleeping mats and gave him some warm soup. It was much needed, Wryn’s belly was hungrier than he thought and he slurped the bowl down within minutes. After his belly was full he and Gildir found their places around the campfire to get some rest. Sleep did not come easy to Wryn, he sat up staring at the stars, wondering just where his life was going to go from here. Was he injured more than just mentally? Why did he feel…cold? Dissociated from his normal habits? His body felt strange, as if he had been temporarily using it.

 

He tried to let the thoughts slip from his mind. Eventually, he was able to push the thoughts away to fall asleep. Once more his dream whirled to the same silver haired man with horns. A name had not yet been given and there was no offer of one. Wryn had just started to sleep deeply when he was jolted awake by Gildir, who was crying for him. Wryn quickly sat up and blinked the sleep from his eyes, “What is it? Are you okay? What’s happening?” He asked looking around for any type of enemy that was possibly lurking in the shadows.

[hal7283]

Gildir was crying and shivering helplessly when he suddenly heard the call from Wryn. He turned around and there he was, the love of his life, whose presence should make him calm and at ease. But somehow at that moment, Wryn began to panic. He was struck with a flood of emotions: fear, guilt, shame even arousal, all mixed up in a total mess which paralyzed his body and mind. While he had no idea what was wrong with him, he knew that it must be due to Wryn. In a desperate attempt to get himself out of the situation he tried to brush the matter off, but failing miserable as he could barely formulate a complete sentence, let alone convincing Wryn: "Sor.... sorry father... sorry for waking you up.. I was ..I ... you... ah.... no.. please ....please don't look at me... I ..ugh...nnng....I mean I'm... fine.. I... don't.... grr.. no....ah....!"

 

Instinctively he tried to conceal himself with his hands and began to back away, he could see the worry and care in Wryn's eyes looking at him. But that look only seemed to bring back the pain he felt when Wryn struck him back in the prison, as if every single hit was being repeated endlessly and constantly. At that moment a violent wave of agonizing pleasure coursed through his body. His body started to spasm as his erection throbbed and twitched while shooting a string of hot cum. But even that climax didn't put a stop to this strange panic/arousal attack Gildir was suffering. In desperation he tried to run away, not caring for the fact that he didn't even have any clothes on. However Gildir didn't get far before stumbling and fell into the stream, it didn't stop him from trying desperate to crawl away.

 

 

(sorry for the shorter reply)

[Shisu-Chan00]

Wryn was shocked to see that Gildir was crying and shaking. Wryn started to close the distance between them when Gildir turned to look at him. He seemed to try and tell Wryn that everything was fine but it came out as stumbled sentences. Worry laced his features as he reached out to Gildir. He was shocked to see his son cover his face with his hands and back away from him. Wryn didn’t know what was going on but apart of him felt like it knew exactly what to do. He tried really hard to let this part of him take the lead but his worry and care for Gildir rulled over it. He watched as Gildir came from nothing apparently and then he ran off. Wryn stood there for a moment in shock until he watched Gildir trip and fall into the stream.

 

He felt something shift in his body and he quickly sprung into action. His body no longer felt like his. It felt stronger, harder, and taller. His conscious started to slip as he swam toward Gildir. “No…” he murmured but the words didn’t leave his lips, instead they echoed in his mind as his body was quickly taken over.

 

The demon swam to Gildir and quickly grabbed him, hurling him over his shoulder, not minding the others protests. He seemed to push Gildir around as if he was a rag doll. Once he got to the other bank he sighed, heaving Gildir onto the dirt. “Why, would you do that!” he yelled down at him, trapping Gildir between his arms. The demon now leaned over Gildir, soaking wet and dripping water down onto GIldir’s cheeks. He looked scared for GIldir but the expression quickly blanked from his face. “Let me help you…I’m not Wryn but I can take the pain away.” He leaned down tilting Gildirs face up to look at him in his panic.

[hal7283]

Gildir was trying to get up from the stream when he suddenly felt himself being grabbed, and given the circumstances it could only be Wryn, the one who he loved more than anything and yet, somehow, felt desperate to get away from. He whined and cried as he kicked and punched wildly, trying to get free, but Wryn just seemed to possess supernatural strength. He found himself being hurled on Wryn's shoulders and before he knew it, he was carried to the other shore and put on the ground and trapped between the older Elf's arms.

 

"Plese Wryn let go... let me go!" Gildir cried and as his face was tilted up suddenly he was paralyzed, his body continued to tremble but he could no longer move his limbs. All he could do was stare into those golden eyes of Wryn's which seemed to suck him down an endless dark abyss. It was strange, frightening, unfamiliar but familiar at the same time. What Wryn said next confirmed his suspicion, he wasn't Wryn, at least not completely. "Don't.... don't touch me!" Gildir cried, but his body failed to mount any resistance for whoever, or whatever that's using Wryn's body. As much as he was panicking and afraid, deep down, a part of him was also longing for Wryn, for pleasure and pain.

[Shisu-Chan00]

The demon took the punches and kicks willingly, waiting till Gilder took a moment to breathe. Thankfully he was able to pick him up over his shoulder and carry him to the shore. He trapped him there as Gildir started to yell at him to let him go. With the touch of the demons fingers to Gildir’s chin he watched as the man became paralyzed. With what he didn’t know, fear, want, lust? It wasn’t something he knew but he looked down into Gildir’s eyes trying to see if he was okay. “Don’t touch you? Isn’t that what you wanted?” He asked, his voice leveling out as he leaned down slightly.

 

“Breathe…” He leaned into Gildir and kissed him gently. Something that wasn’t really in his nature but that the elf whom he possessed did. He felt like he couldn’t be mean to this kid, as much as he wanted to be. He felt his way down the others naked side as he lightly nipped Gildir’s lip. “Tell me what you need Gildir…I may not be the elf you love but I have his body…isn’t that enough?” He asked, his golden eyes searching Gildir’s face. He didn’t know why the elf was freaking out, or why he was yelling at him to get off of him but he wanted to know. Wanted to help him, even if it meant being rough with him to give him what he wanted.

[hal7283]

Gildir's body shivered as he looked up at the entity possessing his adopted father's body, and the words that came out of his mouth dug into his mind like a sharp knife. Yes, of course he wanted him. That was the whole point! He loved Wryn and wanted nothing more than to protect him and love him and spend the rest of his life with him, but then why... why was he so afraid? And why was he so aroused by the fact that he was afraid? What came next was a gentle kiss on his lips which sent spasms of pleasure throughout his body, and as his hands traveled across his body Gildir felt all the conflicted emotions flooding his mind and was just overwhelming. Gildir was going to say that just Gildir's body wasn't enough, and it was his whole being that he wanted, but in those familiar yet unfamiliar golden eyes Gildir could see the same care and affection he has gotten used to throughout the years, as well as something a lot more intense which just eroded what little was left of Gildir's resistance.

 

"What... do I need...?" Gildir sobbed as he looked at 'Wryn" confused. What does he need? How would he know? He didn't even know what the hell was wrong with him, let along the proper remedy to fix this problem. "I don't know.... I just... don't know.....! I love Wryn over anything in this world but whenever I see you... see him... now... my body trembles... in fear.... in pain... in.... pleasure! Like I wanted you to hurt me but at the same time... afraid that you would.... What's wrong with me... help... please... I... don't know anymore...!"