Screaming is no longer an option (Patreon)

Around and around I went. With every lap of her beautiful petite body, her vessel becomes more constricted under the bright tape. A tape designed to signal an area is off limits. For me though, there is no limit to what I can do next. Her body …now mine. I whisper sweet nothings in her ear. I want her constantly questioning wether she will only be mine temporarily until I tire of this game, or will her heart forever belong to me when I steal it from her vessel. In another world I imagine she falls so deep in love with me that when I pluck her heart from the cage that protects it, her love will stain the tape. A work of art where I will be it’s only admirer. And there my beauty will lay resting so peacefully at my feet, while I contain her love in a small box, to keep forever until our souls meet again. Only then will I understand the meaning of everlasting love.
But in this world she is merely a body. Nothing more. Her emotions hold no importance to me. Her whimpers are just a sweet tune penetrating my ears. The only thing I wished I could trap in a bottle and keep forever is her scent. Returning to it to inhale when she crosses my mind. I feel it would help me resist the urge to find another.

Once I am finished with her , I’ll loose no sleep wondering how she felt of me in her last moments. So around I’ll keep going. Layering more tape over her mouth and nose. A fun little game turned deadly as it becomes harder for her to breathe and more exciting for me to witness.