Never wanted to be friends (Marilyn)

[the savage]

I could talk, insult and degrade you, I actuallg want to. But I am so focused on being inside you for the first time that i cannot form words. I just grunt and thrust. ! Y hands on either side of your head, propoin myself up as I slam forward. Going as deep as I can. I want, no need, to feel every inh of you that it is physically possible for me to reach. Grunting like an animal as I eath your body shak and bounce from the force of the rape.

[Marilyn]

It feels like you are fucking out every last peace of life in me. Your hand supporting you against my ribs. The broken bone goes true into my lung and I cough blood in your face. It don't bother you though, you only fuck me harder, like my suffering is touching something deep inside you. My hair sticks to my bloody face and my mind are drifting. Then it hits me, I am going to die...
"Please, don't kill me...." I whisper and reach my hands up to your face trying to catch your attention. "I.... I... promise, I wont marry him, It will be you and me..." Tears are running down my face as I look you in the eyes. Begging you to reconsider.

[the savage]

You are still trying to bargain, still treating me like I am less than. Because I need to e given you in order to deserve you. That it would be a reward. You might have said it to attempt to placate me, but it dod the opposite. Enraging me to the point where I see red. And not just from the gob of blood running fown my cheek. Hissing, I grab your throat. Squeezing as hard as I can, I watch your eyes bug out. Feelin the tiny bone there crumble under my palms. Lips pullong back in a sneer as I watch your eyes fill with panic, your mouth opening and closig desperately. Desperately, but without any hope. Grinnig, broad, ear to eae. This would be am easy death, so easy. I actually watch the light start to fade from your eyes, and I cum, shooting deep inside you. But right before you go, I release, and you start to gasp. I let your color return to normal, before I do it again. Once, twicem three times we go through the cycle of me taking you to the rink and hauling you back. Befire the fourth time, yor eyes plead for mercy, unable to speaj through a crushef throat. Then I grant ypu it, holding until there is no more.