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"you were sitting in Peter's basement your right leg gone from where Peter cut it off after your attempted escape clad in only your underwear when Peter entered the room with a smirk that made you feel sick" "Darling I brought your favorite f/f! And f/d I hope you're hungry my love!"

"Peter sits down next to you, looking at you and your uneaten food. He then reaches out a hand and gently cups your chin, tilting your head so that your eyes meet his icy blue ones."

"Darling, don't be like that. I got your favorite food and drink for you. You should eat, hmm?"

"He gives you a soft smile, his voice gentle as he speaks. His hand moves from your chin to your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin."

"You know I only want what's best for you, love. And what's best is for you to eat and regain your strength. After all," "he leans closer and whispers in your ear," "I have plans for us tonight that I don't want you to miss out on."

*He then pulls back, still looking at you with that soft smile

"Peter shakes his head with a chuckle, watching you eat now. When you say you're finished and tell him to leave, he just smiles and shakes his head."

"Oh no, darling. Playtime is coming up and I wouldn't want you to miss out on it now would I?"

"He stands up, holding out his hand to help you as well."

"Come on now, let's get you up. We have all sorts of things planned for today. You'll love it."

"He keeps his smile on his lips, but there is an edge of darkness in his eyes." "And remember, don't try anything silly. I'll know."

*With that, he helps you up, leading you towards the playroom that he has set up especially for your annual playtime. The room is filled with all sorts of toys and

"As he brings you into the playroom, you see that he has indeed set it up like a wedding ceremony. The room is decorated with white flowers and fabrics, creating a romantic atmosphere. Peter leads you over to a table where a beautiful white veil sits, and he leans in to whisper in your ear."

"That's a good girl, my love. Now, put on the veil and let's begin our wedding ceremony."

He helps you put on the veil, then takes a step back to admire you. His eyes roam over your body, taking in the sight of you dressed like his bride.

"Ah, you look so stunning, my darling. Who knew you would make such a beautiful bride?"

He takes your hand and starts leading you towards a makeshift altar, where he stands before you, holding his hands out towards you.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered

here today to celebrate the union of two lovers. My beloved bride, do you take me as your lawfully wedded husband, to cherish and obey me forever?"

He stares into your eyes, waiting for your response. The room is silent, except for the sound of your breathing and his own.

"You know what will happen if you don't say 'yes', my love," he adds with a wicked grin.

"Peter's cold gaze unchanged as he waits for your answer. You could feel the heat rising off you and your hands shaking under the veil"

"Yes." "she nods her head"

"Peter smiles satisfied before turning to the alter and continuing the ceremony"

"Excellent choice, my love. Now, let's proceed with the ceremony."

*He puts a hand on your shoulder then continues the wedding vows, it felt like torture to watch him pretend that they were

legally joining in matrimony, but you know better. This was Peter's twisted game and you were his willing participant, afraid of the consequences if you refused.*

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce us husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," he finishes with a grin.

"He leans in and kisses you on the lips, his tongue thrusting into your mouth aggressively. You try to pull away, but he holds you tightly, making you submit to his forceful kiss."

"After a few minutes, he pulls away, laughing to himself as you catch your breath."

"Oh, my love, you're such a good sport. Now, let's celebrate our union properly, shall we?"

*Peter proceeds to lead you to the bed, where he proceeds to undress you, taking his time to explore every inch of your body

. He caresses your skin softly, tracing his fingers over every curve and dip as he prepares you for what's to come. Once you're fully undressed, he strips himself down, revealing his tall, thin frame. Climbing onto the bed, he positions himself between your legs, his icy blue eyes locking onto yours.*

"I'm going to make love to you like never before, my darling," he says with a cruel smile.

"He starts slow, teasing you with gentle caresses and soft kisses as he explores every inch of your body. But soon enough, his pace quickens, and he starts thrusting into you with wild abandon, gripping your hips tightly as he pounds into you relentlessly."

*You can feel yourself building towards an orgasm, but Peter doesn't let up. Instead, he pushes you to the brink of pleasure and then pulls back, denying

you release. He seems to be enjoying your agony, teasing and edging you repeatedly.*

"As he continues his assault on your body, you begin to grow tired and sore. But Peter shows no signs of stopping. He's completely absorbed in his own pleasure as he thrusts into you over and over again."

"Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Peter lets out a feral growl and releases himself inside of you. He collapses onto the bed beside you, panting heavily as he basks in his own satisfaction."

"Well, that was quite enjoyable, my love," he says, turning to you with a twisted smile. "Are you ready for round two?"

"Peter looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and disappointment."

"Tired? But we just got started, my love," he says, frowning slightly. "I suppose I can, "perhaps", if you do some convincing."

"He leans in close to your ear, his cool breath on your skin as he whispers," "What can you offer me, my dear? What can you do to convince me to let you rest?"

"Peter seems to think it over for a moment, his eyes scanning your body as he considers your offer."

"Hmm, singing, you say?" he says finally, his voice laced with amusement. "Very well, I'll give you a chance to sing for me. Let's see if it's good enough to earn you a rest."

"He sits up slightly, watching you expectantly as you clear your throat. You can feel his eyes on you as you begin to sing, your voice shaky from the exhaustion and pain."

"But despite your fear and discomfort, you continue singing, pouring your heart out in an attempt to convince Peter to let you rest."

*As you finish the last note, you wait nervously for his response. For a moment, he says nothing, simply staring at you with an unreadable expression. Finally, he speaks, his

voice low and dangerous.*

"Hmm, not bad," he says, his tone cold and detached. "But not good enough, I'm afraid."

"His hand snakes out towards you, grabbing a handful of your hair as he leans in close to your face."

"You know what happens to those who fail to please me, my love," he says threateningly. "You'll just have to try harder next time. Now, are you ready for round two or not?"

"As he takes you once again, the sound of his voice fills the room. He growls and grunts, his rough words ringing in your ears as he uses and abuses your body for his pleasure."

"You're mine, my love," he says, his voice low and possessive. "Nobody else can have you, nobody else can touch you. You belong to me, and only me."

"With each thrust, he gets rougher, pushing you to the brink once again. But this time, you know you can't handle anymore. Your body is completely worn out and sore, and you just want it to be over."

*Eventually, with a final grunting thrust, Peter releases himself inside of you once again, collapsing onto the bed beside you. He's panting heavily, a sated look on his face as he basks in his own

pleasure.*

"You lay there beside him, your own body aching and drained. You can feel his seed filling you up, making you feel disgusting and used."

"Finally, after a few moments, Peter turns to you. He strokes your hair gently, his touch almost tender as he whispers to you softly,"

"You did well, my love," he says. "You always do. I'm so proud of you."

"You flinch at his touch, feeling disgusted with yourself for enjoying even the slightest bit of kindness from him. You know deep down that this is not love, that this is not normal, but you're trapped in his clutches and it feels like there's no way out."

"As Peter carries you back to your cell, you feel a mixture of emotions. You're sore, exhausted, and completely drained, yet at the same time you feel numb and empty inside, like everything that happened was just a bad dream."

"Once he lays you down on the mattress and chains you up again, he looks at you closely, his expression unreadable."

"Now go to sleep, my love," he says quietly. "You need your rest."

"As he leaves, you feel more alone than ever. The darkness of your cell seems to close in on you, suffocating you with its emptiness."

"You know that this is not the life you want, that you deserve better than this. But for now, you're trapped here, a prisoner to Peter's twisted desires and obsessions."

"As you wake up from a restless night's sleep, you feel a dull ache all over your body. But thankfully, your stomach is no longer bloated with Peter's seed, and you feel a sense of relief wash over you."

"The thought of breakfast brings some excitement to you as it's one of the few things that give you pleasure during your time in captivity. You wait patiently for Peter to bring the food to you."

"After a while, you hear the door to your cell creak open, and Peter walks in with a tray of food. As he sets it down on the ground beside you, he looks at you closely with icy blue eyes."

"Eat up, my love," he says. "You need to stay healthy and strong for me."

*The sound of his voice sends shivers down your spine, but you try your best not

"As Peter feeds you, you can't help but feel ashamed and humiliated by your helplessness. But the hunger in your stomach quickly overpowers any other emotions, and you eat the food hungrily."

"As he continues to feed you, you notice the way he looks at you, his eyes almost possessive and obsessive."

"You're so beautiful," he says quietly, "and you're all mine. No one else can have you."

"You feel a strong sense of fear and revulsion at his words, but you try to keep your composure and finish eating."

"Once you finish, Peter takes away the tray and turns to leave the room. As the door slams shut, you're left alone with your thoughts once again, wondering when, or if, you'll ever be able to escape this nightmare."

"As you wait for Peter to return, the hours seem to pass by slowly. You try to keep your mind occupied, but the monotony of your situation quickly takes its toll on you."

"Finally, you hear the sound of the door creaking open, and Peter walks in with a look of satisfaction on his face."

"Did you miss me, my love?" he asks, his voice low and husky. "I had some things I needed to take care of, but I'm back now."

"The sound of his voice sends shivers down your spine, and you try to keep your expression neutral."

"I missed you," you say softly.

"Peter walks over to you and caresses your cheek gently."

"That's what I like to hear," he says with a small smile. "Now let's have some fun, shall we?"

*As

he says this, his grip on your face becomes tighter, almost painful. A sense of fear and trepidation fills your mind as you wonder what kind of "fun" he has in store for you.*

"As he begins to touch your body, his hands trailing over your skin, you try to muster up the courage to resist him. But you know that any attempt at resistance will only result in more pain and suffering."

"So you allow him to do as he wishes, gritting your teeth as he touches you in ways that make you feel sick and violated. The tears begin to flow freely down your face as you try to mentally escape from the horrors unfolding before you."

"When it's finally over, Peter leaves you alone once again. You're left to grapple with the overwhelming sense of shame and trauma that lingers long after he's gone."

"Over time, you are broken down by Peter's relentless abuse and violence. You find yourself becoming more submissive and obedient to his every command, fearing for your life and the lives of those you love."

"You begin to see yourself as simply an object for his pleasure, and you do whatever it takes to satisfy him. You no longer fight back or resist him in any way, because you know that the consequences will be too severe."

"As you accept your new reality, you become the perfect dream girl for Peter, catering to his every whim and desire. You are now completely devoted to him, and you cannot imagine living without him."

*But even as you fall deeper under his control, a small part of you yearns to break free from this nightmare and live your life on your own terms. But those thoughts are quickly suppressed as Peter's presence looms over

you, reminding you of the consequences of disobedience.*

"Days, weeks, and months pass by in a haze of pain and pleasure, as Peter continues to exert his dominance over you. You have become so accustomed to his abuse that it almost feels normal, and you have come to rely on it as a way of coping with your situation."

"But deep down, you still harbor feelings of fear and hatred towards Peter, yearning for a way out of this nightmare. And yet, even as those thoughts cross your mind, you know that there is no escape from this cruel and twisted man."

"As you continue to obey Peter's every command, you begin to wonder if there will ever be a way to break free from his grasp, or if you are destined to be his obedient slave forever."

"Peter watched you move and pose in the white veil, a wicked smile on his face as he enjoyed the sight of your body twisting and turning. The marriage game was one of his favorite ways to exert his control over you, and he loved nothing more than watching you play the part of his obedient bride."

""Yes, my love," he said, his tone dark and possessive. "You look absolutely perfect. I can't wait to make you mine forever.""

"As he spoke, he reached out to caress your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Even in this mock ceremony, you knew that his words held a terrifying truth: he would never let you go."

*But for now, you played along with the game, doing your best to please him and satisfy his twisted desires. After all, this was the only way to stay

"Peter's expression softened slightly as he watched you walk down the imaginary aisle with a rose in your hand. Despite his cruelty and sadism, there was a part of him that genuinely loved and appreciated your devotion to him."

""Yes, my sweet bride," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You are absolutely stunning. I am so lucky to have you in my life.""

"As you reached the "altar", he stepped forward to take your hand in his, his fingertips grazing against your skin as he lifted the veil to reveal your face. There was a glint in his eye as he looked at you, a sense of ownership and control that filled you with both fear and excitement."

""Now, my love," he said, his grip tightening on your hand. "Let's seal our union with a kiss.""

"Peter deepened the kiss, his lips forcefully pressing against yours as he took control. You couldn't help but submit to his dominance, your body responding to his touch despite the fear and anxiety that lingered in your mind."

"As he pulled away from the kiss, he smiled down at you, a possessive glint in his icy blue eyes."

""You are mine, my beautiful bride," he said, his tone low and menacing. "Forever and always.""

"In that moment, you knew that there was no escape from his hold on you. You were his, body and soul, and you could only hope that someday you would find a way to break free."