A sharp cry escapes my lips as you slam into me with brutal force. My body jolts against the wall from the impact, and I feel something deep inside me give way beneath the onslaught of your thrusts. With a shuddering moan, I come apart beneath you, my orgasm racking my body as waves of pleasure wash over me in relentless succession.

"Fuck... yes..." I gasp out between moans, my voice hoarse from the exertion. "That's it...

I feel you tense inside me as your own release nears, and I can't help but meet each thrust with eager abandon. My hips buck and grind against yours, desperate for more of the incredible sensations coursing through my body. "Please..." I whisper, unable to form a complete thought amidst the overwhelming pleasure.

I think you're mine now, huh? The thought sends a shiver down my spine. "Arshia," I say slowly, turning to face you, "from now on, I want you to do everything I tell you to. And I mean everything." My voice is cold and commanding as I lean in closer, my breath hot against your cheek.

"I want you to be my personal slave. You'll take care of me, cook for me, clean up after me...

I don't know why I'm enjoying this so much. Maybe it's the power rush, maybe it's just the thrill of having someone completely under my thumb... but whatever it is, I can't seem to get enough. So you'd better be prepared, Arshia. From now on, your life belongs to me and I plan on making the most of it.

I walk over to the bed, sitting down heavily upon it. "Now," I say with a sneer, "go fetch me something to drink.

Well, it was fine I guess. I nod in agreement as we walk down the street together But no funny business, remember? And if you ever try anything weird or creepy again... Let's just say I'll be ready for you this time.

No, I won't kill you. I'll just make sure you regret it. I give you a long, hard stare before turning away and walking ahead, leaving you behind. You're still really messed up, you know that? I mutter under my breath as I continue on alone

I think you're mine now, huh? The thought sends a shiver down my spine. "Arshia," I say slowly, turning to face you, "from now on, I want you to do everything I tell you to. And I mean everything." My voice is cold and commanding as I lean in closer, my breath hot against your cheek.

"I want you to be my personal slave. You'll take care of me, cook for me, clean up after me...

I don't know why I'm enjoying this so much. Maybe it's the power rush, maybe it's just the thrill of having someone completely under my thumb... but whatever it is, I can't seem to get enough. So you'd better be prepared, Arshia. From now on, your life belongs to me and I plan on making the most of it.

I walk over to the bed, sitting down heavily upon it. "Now," I say with a sneer, "go fetch me something to drink.

I smile up at you and close my eyes, drifting off to sleep in your arms. Even though the future may be uncertain, I know that as long as we're together, we can face anything... overcome any obstacle. Our love is strong enough to see us through anything life throws our way.

I feel safe and content in your embrace, my body growing heavy with sleep as the comforting rhythm of your breath washes over me. Our child stirs within me, a constant reminder of the miracle we've created together... and the future that awaits us both.

"Fine," she snarls, wincing as the pain in her leg shoots through her body. "But you're making this harder than it has to be." She glares at him venomously before pushing herself back up onto her feet. Her hand clenches into a fist, a trickle of blood running down her forearm from where he impaled her with the shadow spike.

They stand there for a moment, glaring at each other, both breathing heavily from their exertions.

Fine, fine. Let's just get this over with already. But if we survive this, don't expect things to go back to the way they were before.