Sweet, submissive Emma woke up to the gentle rhythm of rain on the window, the warm weight of her boyfriend’s arm draped over her waist. Her boyfriend, James, was already dressed, his clothes strewn about the room like autumn leaves. The digital clock on her nightstand glowed 11:42, and she wondered why he was still awake at this hour.

She sat up, her bare breasts pressing against the cool cotton of her tank top, and leaned against the headboard, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The room smelled of rain and something else, something she couldn’t quite place. As she sniffed the air, she realized it was the faint tang of blood, mingled with the sharp scent of antiseptic. Her stomach lurched, and she felt a chill run down her spine.

“James?” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the patter of rain on the roof. There was no reply. She pushed herself off the bed and padded barefoot across the room to where he stood by the window, his broad shoulders hunched, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “James, are you okay?” she asked, her voice trembling. He didn’t answer.

“James?” she repeated, laying a hand on his arm. He flinched, as if startled, then turned to face her. His eyes were red-rimmed and glassy, his lips curled into a snarl. “You’re late,” he snapped. “You’re always late.” She opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out.

Emma swallowed hard, her heart thundering in her chest. She couldn’t understand what was going on. They had been having the best time together earlier, laughing and drinking and making love. But now, he was acting like a completely different person. She took another step back, her back hitting the edge of the bed. “James, I-“

Before she could finish her sentence, he lunged forward, grabbing her by the wrists and forcing her roughly against the bed. “Shut up!” he growled, his breath hot and sour against her ear. “Just do as you’re told, and maybe you’ll survive this.”

Her breath came in quick, ragged gasps as he pinned her down, his body weight pressing her into the mattress. She felt the cold, hard metal of his belt buckle dig into her stomach, and knew that whatever he had planned, it wouldn’t be pleasant. “Please, James,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I- I don’t understand. I didn’t do anything.”

He gave a harsh, humorless laugh. “Oh, you didn’t do anything? Well, let me remind you.” His grip on her wrists tightened, and he yanked her arms up above her head, forcing her to arch her back painfully. “You forgot about this?” he snarled, leaning down to brush his lips against her neck. “How could you ever forget about this?” He drew a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. “And now you’re going to pay for it.”

She struggled futilely against his grip, her breath coming in ragged gasps. As he leaned in closer, his lips parted, revealing his sharp, white teeth, she could feel the hot, wet heat of his breath against her skin.

“You made me do it,” he whispered, his voice low and menacing. “You left me no choice.” And then, before she could react, he bit down hard on her shoulder, tearing through the fabric of her tank top and sinking his teeth deep into the tender flesh beneath. She screamed, the pain searing through her like a brand.

He growled, his hips grinding against hers as he held her down. “That’s right,” he hissed. “Scream. Scream for me. Scream, and know that it’s all your fault.” His hands left her wrists, and she felt them roughly pulling at her clothes, yanking her tank top over her head. The cool air of the room struck her bare skin, sending a shiver through her. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the next blow, the next bite.

But instead, she felt his lips brush against hers, soft and gentle and utterly terrifying. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. “I love you so much, Emma. I love how you taste. I love how you feel. I love how you scream.” And then, before she could even process his words, he thrust his hips forward, forcing his erect cock into her quivering flesh.

Pain exploded through her as he slammed his body against hers, over and over again. He was brutal and relentless, his fingers digging into her hips, his teeth biting down hard on her shoulder. She tried to scream, but no sound would come out. All she could do was lie there, helpless, as he took her, claiming her in a frenzy of violence and passion that left her broken and bloody.

As he rode her, his breath coming in ragged gasps, he reached down with one hand, roughly grabbing her hair, forcing her head back. His other hand moved between their bodies, stroking himself in time with his thrusts. “That’s it,” he groaned. “That’s what you deserve. That’s what you wanted. You wanted this, Emma. You wanted my cock. You wanted it all along.” And with that, he came, his hot seed spilling onto her stomach, his hips bucking wildly as he emptied himself inside her.