"Shhhh... it'll all be over soon," came the whisper from his grayish lips at her ear. He chuckled faintly to himself as he watched her sit there like the good little girl he was trying to teach her how to be.

After threading the needle again, he slowly went to work on her, stitch by careful stitch. It was for her own good, both of them knew it. She had asked him to do it, though by her actions and not words. She practically begged for it, needed it.

"We're halfway done now, sugah. Just sit tight, it'll be fine," he whispered to her again. They both watched his pale hand do its work to fix her. The lithe fingers were dotted with her precious blood that spilled as he did his duty. Her eyes, so innocently blue, lifted from his hands to watch his gaze so full of concentration. It was then that she noticed the mercurial color of his irises, and she couldn't help but get lost in the swirling of his gaze.

Wrenching her eyes free from his as fresh pain coursed through her petite frame, she couldn't help but let out a whimpering yelp. Having been used to the silence, his hand jumped from the sudden noise, pushing the needle into her to where he had a grip on it.

"Damnit!" He muttered out as she moaned in pain at that, and he withdrew the needle, coursing his tongue over the silver to clean the blade. His torso shook lightly with rage and he watched her. She fell silent yet again as regained his concentration and ignored her, continuing to do his work.

"Finally, we're all done." The man chuckled as he spoke this and pulled back to watch her, sealing the thread and securing it. He watched over her, studying his own work, and nodded in appreciation.

"Perhaps this'll keep these accidents from happening in the future. For your sake, not mine, of course." He mused to himself as a smirk passed across his face. Silence was golden for the moment, and she really had no choice at the time being. He moved from the chair before her and pushed it out of the way. Leaving her side, he brought over a full-length mirror to let her peer at herself. Shifting around to sit behind her and be in view as well, his hand lifted to brush over her cheek.

He was vain, and it was something he couldn't deny. He looked over himself in the mirror. Silver tresses of hair hung down and adorned his face, which was elegant and regal in it's long structure and high cheek bones. His eyes were a startling silvery, mercurial color, swirling almost like a whirlpool. He gazed to her for a brief moment before looking back to himself. From behind her he could see his body shaped like that of the Greek Adonis. His shoulders were broad, yet well toned down to muscles, that with his ashen colored skin, make him appear an ancient sculpture if he stood still.

From there his body was behind her and where she was, so his gaze shifted to study her now. First he watched over what attracted him to her in the first place; her raven hair, shiny to appear blue in the right lighting. From there he went to gaze into her innocent blue eyes which currently regarded him closely. He went over the small button nose, and then down, over her lips. He sighed, having loved her mouth. But alas, he had just sewn it shut. It was for her own good, and she wanted it. His gaze moved down over her petite form, playing connect the dots with the areas around her body where an exact square inch of skin had been removed to show muscle, each having never really healed. He chuckled and licked at his lips as he moved to stand before her.

"Each of these marks you earned, sugah, and we both know it. Though I rather did enjoy it, I'd rather not have to be forced to mar your beauty." He smirked faintly and moved to stand again and shift around to be before her. He leaned and licked over her lips that were stitched together with the cold meat that was his tongue. Working out saliva, he left a trace over each and every mark made by the stitches. His saliva healed her wounds there in mere seconds, sealing the stitches in for life. He grinned and to her and stood to show her exactly how much he had enjoyed what just transpired.

She whimpered as she saw him standing there and closed her eyes. She had nothing to say, and couldn't say it even if she did. She knew what was to come.

"It'll be much worse the next time, trust me." He voice was raspy with desire as he helped her to her feet, and led her back into her life of Hell on Earth.

::December 22, 2002 10:08 AM

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