Let's talk the dead girl - Johnathon's Haven

She smiled.

"Beat me. Throw me around. Degrade me. But if it is too much, then don't worry about it."

"Tell me again you want this and I will do it. I know the type"

She seemed to know what he needed. She pulled back and looked his right in the eye.

"I want this. Use me, John. Please."

"Set the music then" he whispered

She closed her eyes, and her choice of music might have been strange. But the volume also went up. Probably to keep nosy neighbors from listening in. And she held his gaze.

Suddenly he threw her to the ground and kicked her towards a wall while turning to retrieve a walking stick inside an umbrella stand.

"Well Bitch? What's wrong now?"

She went completely limp, her entire demeanor changing. No longer was she the strong, totally in power woman. Instead, she looked scared.

"Tell me. What have I done?"

Her voice was soft and servile.

With a soft snick, he pressed a hidden button on the stick, and withdrew a 17 inch damascus blade, while tossing the carbon fiber sheath aside.

Pressing the tip of the blade to her throat he growled "I'm sure there is something. If there isn't, an object lesson is always good, wouldn't you say Raz0r? "

Her eyes stayed down, not meeting his.

"Of course, sir. Always."

With a sudden snarl he slashed out with the sword and slammed the flat of it into her face. "You WILL look at me when I speak to you" he said while repeatedly beating her with the flat of the blade

She winced away then turned her eyes to him.

"Yes, sir."

"Better" he snarled, kicking her in the gut for good measure. "You wrecked my shirt yet again you useless cunt."

She stayed where she was, but kept her eyes on his.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Is that the best you can do?" he said with disgust while bending over to grab her by the hair and lift her off the floor.

She whimpered, eyes closing for a moment before she opened and met his eyes again.

"Please, sir. Forgive your girl. I beg of you."

He threw her back onto the floor and turned his back to her. "My useless slut is more like it"

When she hit the floor, she cried out, then moved to her hands and knees and crawled back to him.

"Please. I beg you. Punish your girl."

"I'd leave you out for the sun" he snarled "But you aren't worth the trouble to clean up the mess" he said striking at her legs with the cutting edge of his sword

She cried out as her sliced into her legs, drawing faint lines of blood. But otherwise, she didn't move.

He pulled a dagger from his boot and flicked it into the wood of the floor next to her. "Punish yourself bitch. Tell me when you have suffered enough and I'll let you know if I agree."

She took the dagger and wordlessly sliced into her arm. Deep. He could see tendons. And bone. But she didn't stop. She began, instead to skin her left forearm. Still she didn't ask him to stop.

He glared for a moment longer before he couldn't deal with it himself. "Stop it dearest" he said dropping to one knee and grabbing the dagger from her. "Please" he said while holding her close.

She sighed and healed her arm up.

"Too much?"

"Dear God Raz0r.... I'm not one of those sadistic evil Ventrue you hear about. I've never done that to fucking Sabbat or wolves. I have to learn this ok? If you want it, I will, but good heavens woman...."

She nuzzled into him.

"Be careful what you say to me when I'm like that. It's a different state of being. That's all. I've done a lot in my life that I should be punished for."