Inspired by Alice as part of the writing challenge!
If you spite me, then let it be so. If you despise me, then let it be known. If you appraise me, then let it be loud. If you restrain me, then let it be tight. If you break me, then let me scream.
Nails down my back leave bloody stains on sheets. Please sink your claws in tighter, your maw deeper into my chest. I need to feel the pain to clarify my existence. Please shake my body with firm hands, pulling me in rougher and tighter. I need to feel you inside me, the pulsation of your pumping blood driving the expansion of flesh. I need your scrabble against me, the force of your determination. I need to be wanted. I need to be devoured.
My bones are delightfully crunchy. I can hear it as they shatter into thousands of tiny fragments, the delicious nutrients trapped within trapped by the firm clench of your jaw. Is this all you've got? I'll laugh. I'll mock. I'll hit back. Anything to drive you into that feeding frenzy, to out the barely suppressed rage. Come on then! Come on and kiss me with bloodstained lips and that sharp tongue. I envy my own metallic taste.
I don't think there will be much left of me by the time you're finished. The space inside me started small, but every hammering thrust engorges it, driving more of your mass into me, pain and pleasure binding as muscles snap and flesh rends. I conform around you, weak and helpless. I'll lick your ear. My tongue will slip in and out and I'll just whisper "harder".
If I have to die, then this is how I choose. I choose you, you who hates me. I choose you, you who despises me. I choose you because you'll do it, not for me, but for the pleasure. For the joy of using my body as a toy, scraping your hands down my chest and muscles. Enjoying the gentle sensation of my flesh, even as the unbroken area steadily shrinks. Oh, how sharp your claws. Oh, how strong your muscles.
It's getting harder to breathe thanks to the hand on my neck. I told you how to hold me safely so that you would ensure you did it wrong. I told you where I liked to be touched so you would stab me there. I showed you the ropes so you could whip me. I showed you my scars so you could tease them. I showed you my psyche so you could destroy it.
Oh. That felt important. Pain sparks in my mind, stirring what's left of me to consciousness again. Adrenaline dulls the pain, so I focus on calm to recover my senses. Your hands, the stinging sensation of the way you hammer at me. Muscles infused with hatred, every movement a sonata dedicated to my destruction. I choose this. I choose the lack of control at every turn. I choose the failing.
The bed creaks with your weight, with your force. The room echoes the grunts, the moans, the declarations of despair. I feel you deeper and deeper, poking through my stomach into ribs. Organs burst and crack, acid flowing through my body as blood pours from my torn lips. I'm struggling to form words now, only dull visceral grunts emerging from my wreck of a corpse.
I count the thrusts. I count the moments I have left. I wish I could thank you. I wonder if you'll notice when I die. I wonder if you'll stop then.
I think the worst fate you could inflict now would be to leave me alive. I hope the concept doesn't even cross your mind.