21. Dying
Chapter twenty-one
Dying
Julian
She’s obviously not thinking things through. The last time she pissed me off, I almost killed her. She knows that. I slam the door shut, then the next door, and the door after that, and the door at the top of the stairs. As I walk up, the rage quickly dissipates. Thank God. I spend the rest of the night watching the video in silence of me fucking her mouth, then her pussy, and finally her sweet, tight ass. Soaking up the details of her pixelated face while she was being obedient, enduring pain, and coming for me again and again.When I pause and take a look at the time, I see I fucked her pussy for thirty minutes and then her ass for another forty-five, the first round. I promise I’ll last longer next time, pretty bird. It had been too long.
The next morning, I wake up late since it’s my day off. I take my time, read some news articles for an hour before getting ready for my run while listening to the sound of us. Astoria sounds spectacular. Her screams of pain thunder in my ears while the ones of pleasure beg for mercy. I can pick up when she’s trying to resist crying from euphoria. The extensive recording gives me the motivation to keep running, and I end up doing ten miles.
I’m much calmer after. Definitely, if it weren’t for the video and the sounds of her, she’d still be in great danger of me punishing her today. Thinking about it over breakfast, I realize it’s understandable. She’d gotten used to doing something she didn’t like just for me, and last night I demanded too much of her. It can’t be easy to always be the giver in a relationship. I take a shower and walk downstairs with a tray of oatmeal, an apple, and a glass of water. When I open the door to her cell, I see the chain is fully extended toward the bathroom.
“Astoria?”
No response. I find her folded, unconscious in a pool of her own blood. “Fuck!"