She tried to move and felt the bite. All she could see was blackness and her ears pricked at each slight sound she heard. Eventually she could pick out individual sounds and not startle. It was someone breathing, she could hear them above all the other sounds of the house, softly at her side, not near enough to feel it on her cheek, but she could hear it in every part of her being.
The breath said not a word and she waited tilting her head to one side, trying to hear what was happening around her. She could only hear the breath though and although there was something else going on, she couldn’t quite hear it above the breath.
Then it struck her! She realised it was her own breath she could hear! Just as she relaxed it hit her hard and the breath forced out of her. Before she could even gasp and gather her breath it hit again and again and again. She began to breathe with the beat of the hits and felt herself float. It became enjoyable before she had even gathered her breath back
Then it stopped.
Her breathing laboured and fast and as it slowed down, the heat from the beating warmed her.
She thought of earlier that day and how she had ended up here. She didn’t know why she had said yes, but she did deep down. It was her eyes, they pulled her in and made her feel faint. There was something about her that she couldn’t voice, but it made her want to do anything she asked of her.
Then she felt her breath on her cheek and held her own waiting for what was next. She didn’t have to wait long before she felt nails dragging down her back through the welts left from the beating. As she arched her back trying to get away from them, she heard the chuckle. It made her scared and excited all at once and she knew that she was wet. Surprisingly she was enjoying this despite never having thought that she would like any of it.
Then she felt something sharp, sharper than the nails, run down her back and she held her breath. Scared now as to what this actually was. Deep down she knew what it was though, and refused to let the thought surface that it was a large hunting knife being dragged down her back. She could feel trickles of what she hoped was sweat run down her back. But she could smell it and the iron smell gave it away that it was not sweat.
A loud clatter made her gasp as she heard the knife fall to the floor and hands grabbed her breasts. She could feel her nipples pressed into her back and rub against her and the overwhelming metallic smell assaulted her nostrils. Her blood was running down her legs as she felt what felt like a thousand needles grab her shoulders and release the chain that held her arms above her head. As she fell forward it pressed against her and slid into her, her wetness allowing it easy passage.
The hands covered in needles broke the skin as the movement began. It was hard and unyielding and banged against her cervix again and again. A rush of air escaped from her mouth as it hit her hard, taking everything inside of her lungs. She cried out as it pulled out and then rammed back in again and the hands gripped harder bringing real tears overflowing out of her eyes.
As the rhythm began to take flight she felt herself pushing back against her and heard moaning like a kitten. From somewhere deep inside she knew that it was coming from her own mouth and she knew that they were both reaching the point of explosion. As she had that thought, her insides clenched and she cried out, a guttural sound escaping with her breath. Words whispered into her ear for the first time.
Then all that was heard was her breath on the night.