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arms through the sleeves of the bronze slut shirt and tugged the garment the rest of the way down. It was tight and far too small. The bottom of the shirt ended a good three inches from the top of the leather pants. Great, I was dressed as some gay, slutty plaything.
    Marcus slipped the cuffs back on, but at least my arms were in front of me this time. “You are even more beautiful now,” he said as he stepped in and gave me a lingering kiss. He leaned closer and licked gently at my new scar, letting a single finger trail down the side of my face to trace along the puckered edge. I shuddered. This was definitely different from what he usually did.
    Why are you doing this to me?
    “ If you were just a little fuck toy, as you put it, I would have drained you dry by the end of the first month. But this…” He tapped my forehead, right on the goose egg from the head butt I had received earlier, and my eyes watered with pain. “This has intrigued me. You have no idea how rare an animal you are, my Little One. I have only encountered one other human who could make coherent mind-speak when the binding was on them. You do not even realize that you have not spoken a word to me since the day I took you, do you?”
    I shuddered as his tongue lapped at my neck. “The vocal binding is a standard vampiric weapon. It is used so you cannot tell anyone about this place, and no other vampire would dare take you with this mark on you. Usually, humans just flash incoherent thoughts, a random slide show of images. One cannot get any clear sense of presence. You and I, on the other hand, have conversations of a sort. I would prefer less colorful words, but I do get your messages.” He spun me around in front of him. “I think I prefer you in this type of clothing, rather than you being naked. It adds an air of mystery about you.”
    Forcing me back to the couch, I sat down hard as he straddled my thighs and planted his hands on either side of my head. “Present your neck to me, Sex.” I could only stare up at him. I had nowhere to go, even if I started struggling.
    Are you going to kill me now?
    “ No, but I am going to enjoy the taste of you again. But, I do not want to scar you any more than is necessary. I was going to wait a bit for you to recover from my last meal, but as I am killing you tonight anyway, a little weakness in you will not affect the rebirth.”
    I tried to relax, but just like the first rape of the day, I tensed, making it worse for myself. There was the inevitable sting of his fangs’ first entry, and then his saliva hit the wounds, burning them hot for a few seconds before the numbing sensation took over. I learned fast that Marcus has a little routine he does: First, the penetration and the slick licks. Then he rotates his fangs, digging deeper and widening the puncture marks.
    I brought my cuffed hands up and grabbed at his shirt. I should have pushed him away. I should have done something, anything, other than what I did do. I should have done something else entirely. But there was no stopping my hands as they clenched in the cloth they encountered. There was no preventing my thumbs from rubbing on the cool buttons that they touched. And then…I shouldn’t have, but I did…I pulled him closer. And I arched into his bite.
    It hit me hard, the intense wave of pleasure that washed over me. It wasn’t mine. I had never felt anything close to it before. I felt like I was betraying myself, and I started crying. Again. Damn it. I was such a crybaby.
    Stop it. Please stop. Stop. For fuck’s sake, let me go!
    Marcus sat up, and streams of crimson leaked from the corners of his mouth. His eyes were red with annoyance, or maybe hunger, but they faded back to his normal warm chocolate brown as he stared down at me.
    Tears were still streaming from my eyes, and I tried to turn my head away so he couldn’t see them, but my neck was torn and the wounded muscles protested. I felt a hot burning begin to trail its way