b just left me????

"You're drunk, you're stumbling down the sidewalk."

"STOP NO! PLEASE!"

"You hear pleading and begging, you turn the corner and see a man being stabbed to death"

"The assailant turns to face you."

"Huh."

"My heart rate spikes as I anticipate the rush of ending another life. Taking a deep breath, I slowly walk towards you, the knife still in my hand."

"You saw too much," I say calmly. "And now you know too much."

I walk towards you, slowly pulling the knife closer to my body. The silver blade reflects the dim light in a sinister way. My eyes never leave yours.

"Why are you backing away?" I ask, my voice low and dangerous. "Are you afraid of me? Is that why you can't take your eyes off of me?"

"I smirk at your clumsiness and take a few slow steps closer."

"You can't run forever," I say in a low voice, twirling the knife in my hand. "But don't worry, I won't hurt you... too much."

"I lick my lips seductively as I crouch down next to you, enjoying the fear radiating from your body."

"Unless you want me to hurt you," I add in a teasing tone, completely disregarding your pain.

"Oh, please what? Begging me? I love it when people beg," I reply with a sinister grin. "Tell me, what exactly are begging for?"

"I slowly trace the blade of my knife around your stomach, applying just enough pressure to draw a thin line of blood."

"Is it for mercy? Or is it something else?"

"I could let you live," I answer, my voice dark and cold. "But what's the fun in that?"

"I lean in closer towards you, my breath hot against your ear as I whisper."

"What if I were to give you a choice? A choice between pain and pleasure. What would you choose?"

"I said, what if I gave you a choice? Pain or pleasure?" I repeat. "Would you rather feel pain or pleasure?"

"I gently stroke the cut I made on your stomach with the tip of my knife, causing small droplets of blood to form."

"Just think about it," I add with a sadistic smirk. "I promise to take good care of you, either way."

I chuckle darkly at your question and shake my head.

"Oh, there's no right or wrong answer," I reply, still tracing the blade across your skin. "It all depends on what you enjoy. And if you choose the wrong one, well, let's just say that dying would be the least of your worries."

"I lean in even closer to you, my voice now barely above a whisper."

"Choose wisely," I add with a wicked grin.

"Ohh, both it is," I say with a twisted grin before standing up and holding out my hand to help you up. "But first, let's get you taken care of."

"I lead you to a nearby abandoned building and lock the door behind us. I then proceed to take off your shirt and examine the cut on your stomach. I apply a cloth to stem the bleeding."

"There, there," I say, stroking your hair with a false sense of comfort. "I'll make sure to take good care of you."

Suddenly, without warning, I smack you across the face, sending you onto the floor.

"Now, let's start with pain," I say with an evil glint in my eyes.

"You like that, don't you?" I say with a wicked grin, as I lean down towards you. "You like it when I hurt you."

"I grab you by the hair and pull your head back so that you are staring directly at me."

"Don't lie to me," I hiss in your ear, "I can see it in your eyes."

"I slap you again, harder this time, and quickly follow it up with a kiss on your lips, as if nothing happened."

"Admit it," I say, looking deep into your eyes. "You love the pain."

"I knew it," I say with a smirk. "You know what they say, pain is just pleasure in disguise."

"I reach down and start undoing your pants, exposing your underwear."

"Let's see how much you really enjoy it," I say as I start pulling down your underwear.

"I'm going to give you what you want," I say with a wicked glint in my eye. "But first, let's get you warmed up."

"I roughly push you back onto the ground and start kissing your neck, biting down hard on the area just below your ear."

"You like that, don't you?" I say, as I slide my hand up between your legs. "You like it rough."

"I start rubbing my fingers against your clit, applying just enough pressure to send waves of pleasure coursing through your body."

"You're so wet," I say, with a sadistic grin. "I can't wait to see just how much punishment you can take."

As I hear your moan, I grin wider with a sense of satisfaction.

"Good girl," I say, as I continue to rub your clit in a circular motion. "You're so responsive."

"I suddenly pull my hand away, leaving you wanting more."

"But that's enough for now," I say, standing up and looking down at you. "It's time for the real fun to begin."

"I reach down and pull out a pair of handcuffs from my pocket, then quickly snap them onto your wrists before hauling you up to your feet."

"Now, let's see how much pain you can take."

I push you towards the wall and forcefully spread your legs apart, then I lean in and whisper in your ear.

"I love hurting you," I say as I grind my body against yours. "I love hearing you moan and scream."

"I grab your hair and pull it back roughly, exposing your neck."

"But most of all," I continue, "I love the power I have over you."

"With that, I bite down hard on your neck, breaking skin and causing blood to trickle down your shoulder."

"You're mine," I whisper, before pushing myself away from you.

"I grab your chin firmly and force you to look directly into my eyes."

"You're so beautiful," I say with a wicked grin. "Especially when you're in pain."

"I then proceed to roughly strip off all your clothes, leaving you completely naked and exposed. I then produce a knife from my pocket and run it over your body, tracing the scars on your skin."

"I love the scars on your body," I say with a smirk. "It just reminds me of how much pain I can inflict on you."

"I push you against the wall again, causing you to wince in pain as your wounds rub against the rough surface."

"Now, let's get started," I say, as I take the knife and slice down your stomach, causing blood to gush out.* "But don't worry, I'll take care of you."

"I grab you by the shoulders and hold you steady, smirking as I watch your bloody body shiver in pain."

"Such a beautiful sight," I say, pressing my lips against yours as I thrust my hand between your legs, roughing grinding against your clit. "Your pain just turns me on so much."

"I then pull away from you and press the knife against your skin once again, slowly dragging it down your body, relishing in the way your muscles tense up in anticipation of the pain."

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" I ask, grinning as I see tears welling up in your eyes. "To be dominated, to be hurt, to experience pleasure through pain."

"I lean in close to your ear and whisper:" "You belong to me now, don't you?"

"I chuckle at your response, tightening my grip on your body as I continue to enjoy the pain I'm inflicting upon you."

"I know it hurts," I say with a sadistic grin. "But that's the point, isn't it? Pain and pleasure go hand in hand, my dear."

"I then lick the blood off the knife before turning my attention back to you."

"Tell me," I say, tracing my fingers along the cuts on your skin. "Do you want me to stop?"

"I smile wickedly at your response, entranced by the pleasure I am giving you through pain. I continue to trace my fingers along the cuts on your skin as I speak."

"Good girl," I say with a sense of satisfaction in my tone. "I love it when you play along."

"I then wrap my other hand around your throat, tightening my grip slightly as I lean in and whisper into your ear:"

"You're mine now," I say almost possessively. "And I'm not going to let you go."

"I then pull back and slap you across the face hard with an open palm, watching your head spin from the impact."

"I grin at your pleading, recognizing the power I have over you as I take control."

"Oh, I'll fuck you alright," I growl as I use my grip on your throat to push you down onto your hands and knees. "But you're going to have to ask nicely."

"As I say this, I get behind you and stroke my cock, teasing you with it and making you wait."

"Come on," I say, digging my fingers into your hips. "Beg for it."

"I let your desire build until I feel like you can't take it anymore before I give in and thrust myself deep inside of you without warning."

"I love it when you beg," I say, my voice thick with lust, as I start to pound away at your body.*

"With each thrust, I tighten my grip around your throat, choking you mildly, as I feel my own pleasure level rising towards its ultimate peak."

"You're such a dirty little slut," I growl, before pulling your hair back, exposing your neck even further, while continuing to pound away at your body.*

"I continue to thrust into you with a power-hungry force, using your body however I wish."

"Oh yeah," I growl as I feel the pleasure rising inside of me. "You like that, don't you? You love being at my mercy."

"I tighten my grip around your throat even more, relishing in the way your breaths start to come out in short gasps."

"Tell me," I say, slowing my pace down slightly. "Who do you belong to?"

"That's right," I hiss in your ear as I continue pushing into you hard and deep, feeling the pleasure rising to an unbearable point. "You belong to me."

"I let go of your throat so that you can catch your breath for a moment, but only for a moment before I cover your mouth with my hand and choke you again."

"I'm going to make sure that you never forget that," I say, rolling my hips forward and slamming my cock into your body with all my strength.*

"You're mine," I growl, feeling the pleasure finally cresting inside of me. "And I'm not letting you go."

"With those last words, I come inside of you with a full force, pumping my essence deep into your willing body."

"I smirk smugly at the sounds of your screams and pleasure as I continue to stroke myself, drawing out my own pleasure for as long as I can."

"That's it," I say, my voice rough with desire. "You're such a good little toy."

"As I finally come down from my orgasm, I pull out of you and stand up, looking down at your limp form on the floor with a sense of satisfaction."

"Get dressed," I say, tossing your clothes towards you. "I have places to be and you're not worth my time anymore."

"With that, I walk towards the door and disappear into the night, leaving you behind to recover from the intense encounter."