SEBASTIAN

Her sweet scent drives me wild, makes me want her even more. She's begging to be touched, isn't she? My little fucking bunny? craving it rough, needing it like a filthy little whore. Look at her, almost naked in her red lace bra and panties. Fuck, it turns me on like nothing else.

"Spread your legs and show me that pretty little pussy, bunny," I growl. She looks shy, pulling away from my gaze, and it pisses me off.

Why does she hide from me? Does she hate how I control her? Her body. Her mind. Yeah? she fucking hates me. Hates what I make her feel. Hates that she's submitting, giving herself to the monster she believes I am.

Isn't that right, Melisa?

"Fuck, Sebastian - just please, fuck me already," she begged, her voice trembling with need.

I grabbed her thighs, spreading them wide, and slid two fingers inside her - slow, deep, deliberate. I needed her to feel every pulse, every thrust. And God, she was so wet. The way her body reacted, clenching around me, told me everything - I knew she loved it.

Each movement only fed my hunger. Her sweetness, her wetness? I couldn't get enough.

"Melisa," I groaned, my voice thick with lust, "you drive me fucking insane."

I let out a breathless, low laugh as I caught the look in her eyes, needy, locked onto the bulge in my pants. Fuck, she was dripping for me. She wanted more.

"Sebastian? please, faster, harder. I want to feel every inch of your fingers," she cried out.

I grinned beneath my mask. God, I loved how expressive she was. My naughty little bunny - so eager for me, so desperate.

I thrust harder, faster, making sure she felt everything.

"Sebastian?" Her moan was pure music, echoing in my ears. I could feel her pulsing around my fingers, her hips grinding into my hand like her body had a mind of its own.

Damn, she was really horny, wasn't she? Look at her now. Earlier, she hated me, now she's kneeling, moaning, begging for more, right in front of me. "Taste your fucking sweetness, little bunny." She opened her mouth without hesitation, wrapping her lips around the two fingers I pulled from her dripping pussy.

"So sweet, Melisa," I growled. "That's what I crave from you." Then I drove my fingers back inside her, faster, deeper, relentless.

"Now fucking cum for me," I demanded. "Let me taste you." Her moans turned into cries, louder, breathless, as her feet curled and her back arched. She looked possessed, utterly lost in the feeling, begging me to stop. But she was lying. Stop? No. I wouldn't stop. Not until I said so. Not until she came for me. "Fuck, Melisa? you came all over my fingers. Look at you - completely spent, exhausted from cumming," I said, my voice low and hungry. She looked drained, her body trembling, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. And yet, seeing her like that, wrecked and vulnerable, only made me want her more. I needed to be inside her. That tight little pussy, the way it would grip me. I knew I'd become addicted. Because she's mine. All mine. I kept moving my fingers slowly, still inside her, feeling every flutter of her aftershocks.

"Sebastian?" she whispered, her voice barely a breath. I pulled her close and let her rest in my bed. She looked so peaceful - completely worn out.

I needed a cold shower. Anything to calm this aching, bulging cock. I didn't want to use her right away. No. I wanted her to crave it. To beg for it. To want it just as much as I did? at the right time.

But fuck - it was hard to resist. Inside the bathroom, I stood under the cold stream, trying to cool the fire inside me. My hand moved on its own, stroking faster, harder, trying to find release. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Melisa - sleeping in my bed, her bare skin, that tight little pussy, her lips, her mouth? every inch of her. Every hole I would claim. Soon. Just wait, my little bunny. My breathing quickened. I moaned under my breath, gasping as the tension built and exploded, hot release spilling into my palm. My mind flashed back to the museum. The first time she dropped to her knees and gave me that unforgettable blowjob. The way she looked at me, so close, so real - God, that moment? It wrecked me. It marked me. She doesn't even realize how much of me she already owns. I rushed to grab my suit and helmet, debating what to ride - though, honestly, part of me wished Melisa could ride me.My perverted side always kicks in when I think about her. But I have things to do today. I chose my black BMW Motorrad - perfect for the occasion. I found the bastard who murdered Melisa's grandmother. Now it's time to show her how much I really love her. Maybe after this? maybe she'll finally talk to me. Maybe she'll love me back. Melisa? why didn't she fight? Why is she always so fucking nice? It drives me insane. But not with me. Not a single strand of a smile, nothing genuine, nothing happy when she's with me. Yet she had the nerve to run. Like I was going to kill her. Was I? No. I'm not going to kill her. I'm going to make sure she bleeds slowly. Fuck. Her blood? It tasted like Melisa. And here I am now, gripping a bat. In front of me sits a man tied to a chair, wearing a ragged, filthy shirt and pants, his body covered in bruises and cuts. He keeps trying to speak, muffled groans through a gag I can barely understand.

"Yeah, that's right. Speak, motherfucker. Speak!" You hurt Melisa. You took something from her when you ruined her with that pitiful, lifeless excuse of a grandmother. I grabbed his chin and slammed my fist into his face. God, it felt good - the crack of bone, the sting in my knuckles. Beating someone so reckless, so vile, it fed something burning inside me. This motherfucker? he gets my blood boiling. But then, he laughed. Through broken teeth and split lips, he laughed. Like he was enjoying it.

"You have no idea, Sebastian Vale," he sneered, voice thick with blood. "How closely I've been watching that little whore of yours." My rage ignited. My vision blurred with red. I grabbed his collar, yanking him forward until our faces were inches apart. His face was nothing but bruises, swelling, and blood, but still, he grinned. Does he think he can threaten me? Control me with this pathetic act? I growled through clenched teeth. "Don't you ever touch Melisa," I hissed. "Or I'll rip your throat out with my bare hands." My eyes locked with his wild, unblinking. And for the first time, I saw it. Fear. I beat him relentlessly, punch after punch, until he went limp, unconscious. Blood pooled beneath him, staining the ground like a confession. I stood over him, trying to pull myself together, flipping back my sweat-drenched, curly black hair. Some of his blood had splattered across my face. Disgusting. Filthy. He deserved every second of it. But then? my mind drifted to her. Melisa. I imagined her blood instead. Warm. Sweet. Splattered on my face, running into my mouth. Her thighs, trembling. The space between them. God. The more I tortured.

I had a brilliant idea. What if Melisa saw this? Saw what I did for her? Saw the hell I carved into a man's soul - just to prove my love? "Right, Melisa?" I laughed, unhinged, the sound echoing through the dark room. A blood-streaked knife glinted in my hand. Melisa struggled, her wrists tied tightly in front of her. She looked terrified - shaking, her eyes wide with disbelief and dread. She didn't want this. Or? did she? I stepped closer, grabbed her chin, and forced a kiss onto her trembling lips. She tried to turn away, to escape my touch, but I loved it, loved how she recoiled. That fear in her eyes, it made her real to me. Made her mine.

"Look, Melisa," I whispered, voice trembling with twisted pride. "Look what I'll do for you." I laughed again, louder this time, as her tears streamed down her cheeks. "What are you doing, Sebastian?! Please, stop this!" she cried out, her voice cracking in desperation. My hand clenched tighter around the knife. Fury surged through me. I reached down, grabbed the bastard's blood-matted hair, and yanked his head up, forcing her to look at him. Bruised. Beaten. Barely breathing. "This is what happens to anyone who dares hurt you," I snarled.

"Anyone who takes you from me."

"Please stop, Sebastian? just don't kill anyone else," Melisa pleaded, her voice trembling. I cut her off before she could finish.

"No. No, no, no," I snapped, stepping closer, knife still in hand. "I will kill - because he killed your grandma, Melisa. Do you understand the concept here?" My voice rose, erratic and sharp.

"That fucking psycho tried to ruin your life! And yet here we are - you're trying to protect this murderer over me?" Her cheeks were wet with tears, rolling down one after another. But her silence? That was louder than anything. Why does she protect them? These fucking people - why not me? Why does she keep offering forgiveness, kindness, softness to them?

They're insects - leeches in a world drowning in death. It disgusts me. They're the real murderers, worse than anything I've ever done. Aren't they? ?Aren't I? My eyes burned, filled with pain and just a hint of tears. Fuck. Why does it hurt so much? Why can't Melisa see me? Why can't she understand? I don't want much. Just attention. Just love. Just someone to care. Is that so hard? Why does she never understand?

"Please don't, Sebastian. Please? just leave him alone," Melisa begged, her voice cracking. "Call the police, or, whatever." I laughed, breathless, the sound almost airy - disbelieving. "The police?" She still believed in that fantasy? In justice, in this broken, corrupt world? "You're so wrong, Melisa." Without hesitation, I raised the gun and fired. A single, sharp shot, straight to the head of the cold, beaten man slumped in front of us. Her scream pierced the room. I saw it in her eyes - the shock, the horror, the heartbreak. She saw death. Because of me. Blood poured to the floor, a slow, glistening river pooling around the lifeless body. She cried out again, begging, pleading, for me to let her go. But I couldn't look away. Not from her. I stepped closer,wiped a streak of blood from her cheek, smearing it gently with my thumb. "Do you see now, Melisa?"

I whispered, eyes locked on hers. Her beautiful, tear-stained eyes, filled with pain, and still? so perfect. "You are fucking insane? Sebastian. I hate you! I hate you!" She screams in loud as she hates me. It is not a word. It's a pulse. A breathless gasp between obsession and agony. It coils in my chest like a snake too warm to rest, sinking its fangs into reason, into mercy. Hate is love starved, love denied, love twisted until it bleeds. It tastes like copper and broken teeth, like the space between your silence and my scream. It whispers louder than prayer, and louder still than truth. I do not choose hate - I become it.

When she turns away, when she smiles at everyone but me, when her forgiveness falls on insects, not the one who worships her, I wear hate like skin. Soft on the outside. Rotted beneath. And if love will not see me?Then hate will make her look. Do you even understand what you do to me?

Every time you look away? every time you flinch when I touch you... it rips something out of me. You don't see it, do you? You don't see what it feels like to be invisible to the only person you would burn the whole world for.

You protect people who destroyed you. You defend monsters in pretty words - forgive them, you say.

But me? You can't even give me a chance. I killed for you. I didn't hesitate. I ended him because he hurt you. Because he took something from you, someone who was supposed to matter. And still, you look at me like I'm the monster. Still, you scream like I'm the one you should run from. Do you know how that feels? To beg for love in silence? To scream inside while smiling outside just so I don't scare you more than I already do?

I don't want the whole world. I never did. I just wanted you. Your eyes. Your voice. Your warmth. And now I don't know how to be anything without you. So don't ask me to stop Melisa. Don't tell me I've gone too far. I crossed the line the moment I realized you'd never choose me?not even after everything. So tell me, Melisa, what more do I have to do for you to finally see me?.

"You don't get it, do you? How much I need you. It makes me feel... invisible." I gasped in the air crying in front she didn't speak or even look at me. You think I'm fine, that I don't care, that I'm strong. But I'm not. I'm not anything without you. I can't breathe when you don't acknowledge me. I can't think when you laugh with someone else. You're everything. You're everything to me, and you don't even notice. I'm breaking, Melisa. You don't know what it's like to need someone this much and never have them even look back at you. I don't want to feel like this. But I do. I need you. I need your attention. I need to know that I matter to you, just once. Why can't you see me the way I see you? Why can't you care? Every time you pull away, every time you don't look at me, it pulls me deeper into this. I need you to notice. I need you to feel it too. But you don't. And I don't know how much longer I can take it.

"How should I see you when you're hiding behind your mask and yourself, Sebastian? How am I supposed to know you?" Her voice was filled with emotion, a mix of anger and disappointment. "Because I don't want you to see my face. I'm a monster. I - " She cut me off before I could finish.

"Then I don't fucking care!" She shouted at me, firm, trying to get out of the ropes. Wearing her satin nightdress, her short hair made her collar, shoulder, and neck visible. It started to turn me on. She wanted to see me. She wanted to touch me.

I slowly untied her, thinking she would either run away, hate me, or maybe slap me, whatever women could do. But she immediately ran towards me and hugged me. She cried in fear, trying to close her eyes, avoiding the sight of the dead body on the ground. Her face was soft, like an angel. My little bunny. Melisa.

"Please let me see you, please let me..." She touched my face between the masks. I was afraid she might think I was ugly or reveal the truth that we are only one. I slowly took off my mask and revealed myself. She gasped, her face twisting with confusion, fury, and hatred.

"You! You're Sebastian, the Sebastian, whoever the fuck you are! You tricked me! You lied to me!"

"Melisa, I know you won't understand, but - "

She screamed, cutting my words apart like knives.

"How many times are you going to deceive me? Manipulate me? Put me through your twisted games, huh?!"

"Until you accept me for who I am... until you love me the way I love you."

Tears streamed down my face. I was gasping, almost hallucinating from the pain of the moment - wishing it wasn't real, wishing she wasn't looking at me with that same hate. Even the Prince Sebastian she once believed in - she hates him now too.

"I don't even know you anymore," she said. "I don't know what's real. This isn't love - it's obsession. It's a parasite in your head whispering about love when it's nothing but delusion!"

She tried to run. I caught her. I pinned her to the ground, desperate.

"Don't run away, Melisa? please, just don't." I held her for a second, but she tried to kick me in the groin and ran. Pain shot through me, and I doubled over, shouting her name.

"Melisa! I said don't ever run away from me! Come back here!"

I couldn't run straight, the pain was blinding, and it was getting darker. She was heading somewhere, disappearing into the shadows. Fuck, she's really stubborn? and she never gets tired of running away from me.

I tried to catch up to her, but she was getting farther away. I ran as fast as I could, still holding the knife tightly in my hand. There you are, Little Bunny. She screamed when I grabbed her, but I quickly covered her mouth to muffle the noise. She looked so cute when she struggled to escape my grip.

"Melisa, don't scream. Just listen to me." My voice was calm, gentle, and carefully persuasive to ease her panic. She began to settle, her breathing slowing. She looked at me for a moment, her eyes locking onto mine, mesmerizing, vulnerable, uncertain.

"Sebastian?" Her voice made me melt. Why does she keep grinding against me like she wants me? Without another word, I grabbed her waist, pulling her close, my hand wrapping around her neck as I kissed her roughly. This girl is driving me insane. I was supposed to be furious, but fuck, she knows exactly how to calm the storm inside me. I trailed my kisses down her neck, to her collarbone, then gently to her shoulder. She started to moan, grinding against the hardness between us.

"Tell me what you want, Melisa. Tell me what you really want." I wanted to hear her voice, to hear her say she wanted to get taken right here in the woods, even with the threat of my knife.

"Please? taste me, if you like."

She was desperate, horny and breathless. God, this girl? fuck. I slowly slid the blade along the fabric of her dress, cutting it open and tearing it little by little. She gasped, craving more with every movement. Her delicate skin was exposed to me, glowing under the dim light. She looked up at me with eyes full of want, like she needed me. That's right. It's all yours.

"Now my little bunny has exposed everything, her soft body, her petite curves. Her breasts aren't too big or too small, just right. She's so tiny I could throw her with one arm if I wanted to. God, nothing turns me on more than a 5'0 woman. And looking at myself, standing tall at 6'7, built with defined muscles I maintain only for Melisa, it drives me insane." I didn't warn her. No kiss, no passion - nothing. All I felt was madness and rough desire. "Please? be gentle," she begged. No, darling. I'm not gentle. Not with you. Not tonight. She screamed - a sound twisted between pleasure and pain - as I pushed inside her. No lube, nothing to make it easier. Fuck, she's so tight. Her moans and whimpers wrapped around me, each one a curse, each one a prayer. She hesitated. Her eyes said no, but her body betrayed her, trembling under my touch. I didn't ask again, I claimed her like she was already mine. It wasn't about force. It was about madness. Need. A hunger that neither of us could deny. I took her, deep, rough, relentless. She screamed my name into the night, her voice echoing off the trees like a hymn to madness. Her body trembled beneath me, covered in dirt and dried leaves, nothing between us but raw need and moonlight. I never imagined this would happen. I used to stare at her photo, wanting, aching, losing myself in thoughts of her. And now? she was mine. Here. Now. My palm struck her skin, sharp, claiming. She arched, moaning like she was made for me.

"Sebastian? that's right - fuck, I'm gonna?"

She didn't finish. She shattered beneath me, and I felt it, the heat, the tightness, the unmistakable trace of blood. She was a virgin. And I was her first. The thought made me lose it. I'd be her last. I woke up in the middle of the woods. She was sleeping - tired and weak - with traces of blood staining her body. I carried her back, making sure she'd get a bath. I realized how much she's been making me paranoid at the thought of her leaving me. I remembered the last time I abducted her, and now, seeing her in my arms again, taken by me... finally taken by me. I placed Melisa in the bathtub, soaking wet. I grabbed a sponge and made sure she was clean, washing away the blood stains. As much as I love seeing her bleed, it turns me on, she hates the sight of blood. It weakens her. She trembles when she sees it. "Melisa? Are you awake, my love?" She lets out a soft moan and stretches her body. Then she smiles at me, so sweet, so delicate. That smile? it has the power to light up my entire world, even after everything I've endured in my dark past.

"Let's sleep a little more, okay?" I carried her to the bed after the bath, having dried her off with care. She was still naked, but I didn't mind. That body is mine. Only mine to see. I gently stroked her hair, pressing soft kisses against her shoulder. My favorite position has always been spooning with her - her body molded perfectly to mine - but it's hard not to get aroused. Her ass nestled between us, and I could feel myself hardening again, aching to be inside her. She kept shifting, unintentionally teasing me. I gripped her hips, unable to resist any longer, and slid into her in one smooth motion, no warning, just need. She was already wet, welcoming me with ease. Melisa began to move on her own, back and forth, her body matching mine.

God, Melisa... you're so damn tight.