Tony Loves Benji

tada...I love all my fans. You guys rock so much ass! lol. This chapter I have to admit is alittle bit...um...well im sick. So tada. Its taken from real life i must admit. My fiancee type guy...yeah he wants to put my name on his body. FREAKY.

Chapter Twenty-Five

"I never was one for horse back riding, but Matt's always been just alittle bit excentric." Tony tried to explain to me. And of coarse my gag prevented me from even bothering to muster a reply, But I suppose my eyes were doing a perfect job of conveying my words because he let out a sigh before swinging the leather horse whip in the air to connect it with my bare side- the jolt causing a string to rip through my side- a muffled scream seaping from outside my plastic muzzle. "Now I know what you're thinking- about Matt and I. I'm not afraid of him." He said rather forcefully while tracing the end of the riding crop down my body- making my knees shake, "But you are." He scoulded while slapping my side once again- the pain grew with the more force he'd applied. "You're scared of both of us. Awe but Benji really we aren't that bad." He cooed to me with a sly smile- a smile that made me sick. "You're always going to belong to me- no matter who else comes along. You'll still always be MINE. I own you're worthless little soul. So just remember that." He cursed to me- while climbing on top of me- just looking down at me for some time. I felt my chest heave with his knees digging into my mid section- the preasure was unberable. And I desperatly wished I could scream but of coarse the more I would have struggled the worse it would have gotten. And my eyes clung to his hand- as he steadied the silver blade over my abdomen- the action making me feel a bit squeamish. My body shook slightly with my nervous jitters, making tony laugh. "Please don't move I dont want to slip." He snickered with sticking the corner of the blade into my stomach roughly. The edge cutting through the layers of my skin made me grimace shaking my head from side to side. "I gave you a place to belong! I gave you desire! It was me!" His eyes blazed with indifference and I could feel his hands getting shakier and shakier. "And now you want to leave me?! They ALL want to leave me in the end, why?" He asked in a rather let down tone- as if he actually felt bad about being alone. A thought that made me laugh in spite of my gag, "Oh- so that's funny to you? Me alone? well fuck you!" HE called out while smacking me roughly with the riding crop again- I could tell there would be bruises as well as lascerations on my side where he kept striking me. "Well dont worry honey- you'll be thinking of me everyday for the rest of your life my pretty pretty benji...though- Im not sure that will be so long." He said and continued to drag the blade down my stomach- the pain causing my eyes to nearly bug out of their sockets as I tried desperatly to scream, but naturally all that came out were unheard whimpers. I tried to force myself somewhere else- some beautiful meadow in my mind, but with every stroke of that blade it was painfully obvious to me exactly where I was.
The familiar red liquid came cascading down the crease of my stomach- collecting in a tiny pool in my belly button- It was happening all over.
"T." He spoke with an articulate smile, admiring his 'handy- work' before continuing his assalt on my abdomen, the pain becoming greater with the more preasure his hand seemed to apply.
"O." I groaned shaking my head violently from side to side. Of coarse he'd put his name on my body- the narcasistic bastard.
"N...you look alittle discomforted my love- don't worry it's almost over." He tried to convince me with a grin- I could just see the wonder in his eyes- the pure amazement that my torture gave to him.
"Y..see- all done. You really have no threshhold for pain you know? It's very unbecoming on you I must say." He began to rattle, tracing a finger over my stomach looking down at me. Something in those eyes told me to be afraid of his next immediate action. "I'll show you.." He explained with one forceful swift motion dragging the blade across his own chest- a thick red trail of blood sliding down afterwards. My eyes went even wider that before as I watched him in a rather psychotic luster, carving my very own name into his chest. In small neat little letters. BENJI. "Now you see? Just take it like a man Benji. Grow up and take it like a man." I guess that was easy for him to say, he was criminally insane, pain was beautiful to him. My eyes seemed to burn holes through the morbid scene- the letters like some sick reminder of what once was. I suddenly felt tears blurring my eyes- stinging my vision before sliding down my already tear stained face. What a pathetic scenario it must of seemed, the two of us both gushing blood from the other's name. "I told you- you were always my favorite...matt hates you, but I think thats just because he's jealous...I wish he'd let me keep you. Matt always kills my fun ya know? So this is it then baby." He admitted with a bit of remorse to his softened tone, an eerie drawl making me get alittle nervous. "One last I love you before your eternal goodbye- before I take you and you'll always be mine." He assured me while stripping himself of the pants that clung loosely on his hips. I knew what he was getting at, I knew exactly what he meant and part of me wanted to jump out of my skin. He dropped the razorblade to the bed beside us before leaning down to plant a sickening kiss along my adam's apple. The blood from his fresh wound dripping drom his chest- forming tiny droplets along my own chest- the blood feeling cool in contrast to my skin.
All the while my eyes seemed to be begging to him. Pleading for some sort of remorse. But that was just an impossiblity. someone without a soul has less than remorse for sins. I'll always remember those eyes- he looked so dead inside, so empty. "Will you miss me?" He demanded- and I wondered if he meant what I thought he meant. Face dangerously close to my own. Without thinking I nodded my head yes- knowing exactly what he expected to hear. "That's a good boy." His voice now slithered out like satin against my skin- and I felt his knee forcefully split my legs apart- a bruise would follor that kick. My insides groaned at the mear thought of sex with another person. Regardless of who- I simply felt as if the pain I still felt in that area wouldn't just be okay. but naturally it wasn't up to me- and I could feel his throbbing head pressed dangerously close to my opening, my teeth began to grit on that disgusting red ball. "Mmm- it's been so long snice It's been just you and me hasn't it? I guess I've forgotten how amazing it was. I'm sorry for that. What a pitty that it's just now that we're together again." Butterflies. My mind screamed at the things in my heart. He was evil. He was going to kill me. And he still had the power to make me beg. I loved him- the idea of being able to hold onto us. "You have the most beautiful eyes...like almonds." He commented before pushing himself into me roughly- a sharp pain ripping through my backside. Like fire spreading through me he thrust himself to the hilt, his dry skin against mine creating a blistering friction. A scream came barreling from my lips, being muffled mostly. "shhhh...relax. I haven't even gotten started baby." He announced letting out a psychotic giggle- a laugh that had me terrified of him. And he was honest- at that moment he hadn't even gotten started with me. I felt his pace increase inside me- the vicious thrusts causing knife like pains to go stabbing through me, and knew it could only get worse. "you feel like velvet...tell me you love me.." He demanded- and I laughed at how impossible that would be, gag and all. He obviously read into that as well- reaching up a single blood splattered arm to unbuckle my gag's fastening buckle.
The instant the hold was released I groaned a loud pained groan just spitting the red ball from my mouth.
"Please dont! tony Dont!!" I cried out, now in full sobs- as he began to ram himself into me faster and faster- obviously unhappy with my response. And as if on clockwork his other arm flew up to smack the black riding crop across my face- the leather stinging my cheeks something fierce.
"You fucking talk too much- that's why I left that on...either tell me you love me or we can end this right now.." He said- eyes focusing on the razorblade that lay directly beside me on the bed. My eyes shot back and forth from the razorblade to his eyes- noting the crazed look he seemed to possess. And then like a briliant white light- some winged angel from above- my bedroom door came creeping open.
"He doesnt fucking love you!"
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