my pain, your thrill

I wanted to see the world

sam's dick twitches inside of her, "no," he denies, "fuck, this shouldn't even be happening-"

"oh, but it is," ruby purrs from where she's sitting on top of him, straddling his hips, and she rolls her hips just to watch sam's face scrunch up in what could only be described as distress, "see? you're getting harder inside of me. just admit it, you like this."

despite sam feeling nothing but nauseated right now, she was right. he was actively getting harder inside of her, feeling intense and unnatural heat coil in his crotch, yet... all he could feel was betrayal at her and his own body.

he didn't like this.

he didn't even want this.

she said she wouldn't do this again!

seeing that he was going to be stubborn about this, ruby rolled her eyes as her amused smile slipped into a displeased frown. she stilled her hips, "don't be like that," ruby grits, malice shining in her eyes, "you know its not worth it."

and yet.

"fuck you," sam spat, ever the stubborn boy that doesn't know what's good for him, "what-" he scoffs, "you think i'm just going to let you drug me to get my dick hard just to fuckin' ra—"

riiiiiiiiip

it takes a moment for sam to register what has happened. blood steadily pools in his hands as an intense burning sensation blossoms in his cheek. sam had felt the impact like a slap, but it burned like hell instead of stinging.

once he looked at ruby again, it finally clicked.

blood dripped off her long, sharp nails and there was nothing merciful about her gaze; ruby stared down at him with a sneer of disgust, but once she realized that she was now the center of his gaze, a cruel smile takes place upon her mouth instead.

sam suddenly feels like prey.

"i'd really stop with the dramatics," ruby says coldly, eyes reddening, "because the only reason why we're here is because you couldn't get it up and i helped you, as i always have, so i'd actually be grateful."

her eyes suddenly shine as if a wonderful idea has struck her, "better yet, i'd even say thank you." ruby looks upon him expectantly, waving her bloody fingers in warning when he only glares at her.

the pain in his cheek seems to get worse with her unspoken threat.

it feels like poison when the words make it past his lips.

"thank you," sam manages to get out, officially put in his place, and he's rewarded with a stroke to his clawed cheek. it hurts, but he doesn't flinch away from her.

her smile widens, clearly pleased by his show of obedience, and ruby then starts moving her hips.

nausea pools in his throat as she starts moaning, sounds that she forces just to make him suffer, and he's thankful to fade away into nothingness while she rides him as if she's determined to wring him dry.

he just lets it happen.

he has to let it happen.

he has to.

or she'll take it away from him.

his fix.