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It wasnt love, it wasnt even mild interest– it was desperation.

There are only so many months you can live in total isolation before you start to go insane, and habit knew this. He knew you were breaking, that you were restless and desprate for an ounce of human interaction. You had no hope you actually would get this, but the pining and praying was something at least. Something to keep you sane and focused, even if its on a dream.

Your nightmares were pretty much the same as always, but one thing had changed. You woke up needy for comfort. For love. Your brain was betraying you. You knew what you wanted to do, but you also knew that seducing habit would end horribly. Maybe a braindead girl was what he needed, but realistically you had zero chance.

Habit noticed something. You knew what you were doing. Pushing your boobs up a bit higher, hiking up skirts so much that your panties were visible, raising your voices pitch.. Everything that would work on a normal human man. But habit wasnt human, far from it. All this was doing was egging him on, you were worming into his thoughts. These werent good thoughts though, they were thoughts of your organs spilling onto the floor while you were still breathing, still hoping he would stitch you up and carry you to bed with a tenderness he didnt possess.

He couldnt figure out for the life of him what drove you to do this to him, make his own appetite grow and leech onto you in his dark fantasies, sucking the very blood he longed to spill from your face. You were his prisoner, but not like that.. Habit didnt… CARE… didnt he? The lines were starting to blur, and he didnt like that. He needed to correct this, preferably with a new little pet.

You always started every meal on the hour, just to keep sanity and a vague sense of time in this prison. When the clock hit 2 pm, it was lunch time. You perked up instantly at the chime of the clock, quickly dropping everything with a grumble in your stomach for whatever you could scrounge up quickly. Habit watched you make a sandwich from the hallway, your cute little ass hanging out in those pretty panties, it was enraging. Habit didnt like being made to feel stupid in his own home, especially by some girl nonetheless. He watched you as you bent over at the fridge, your eyes darting to him just long enough for him to notice and stew in his anger. You were such a little shit like that, making sure you were enough of a whore to get a shred of his attention. Never affection, but that was by design. Habit didnt love you, and he sure as hell didnt want you.

Maybe a little.

You set down the plate at the neat kitchen dinette with a grapefruit at its side, going back to the fridge for a pickle. Habit quickly rushed over, quiet on his feet until you turned around to see him.

“Oh hi habit!” you beamed, sending a wave of pure hatred down to his stomach. You were so.. Eager.. Too eager. You had your bra just poking out under the zip up jacket, a small taunt as you stared at him with those big glossy doe eyes and your stupid wispy lashes batting up at him holding a pickle..

He quickly batted the pickle out of your hand and slid down the sandwich plate to the ground, the sauces combining on the floor in pickle juice as you stared quietly with your mouth open.

“What was that for?” you whined, going to the counter for the paper towels.

“Stop,” he growled, freezing you in your tracks. You slowly turned back to him, a fear stricken expression sitting on your face. You turned and braced your hands on the counter ledge with your back to the sink.

“What did i do?” you said quietly, a small tremble in your voice as habit smiled. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a switchblade.

“Nothing,” he smirked. “Ive just have some requests- no, rules- that are gonna take effect immediately.”

You looked at him, bewildered as your heart slammed in your chest, tensing every muscle in your body as he swung the knife around. He wasnt angry, and that was the scary part. Habit usually just tortured you and left, one and done, you go to bed. This didnt seem like something you were used to, and it was gnawing on your fear.

“One: you eat on the floor. I dont care how dirty it is and you do it on your hands and knees. I dont want to hear shit about it. Understand?” he said, pointing the tip of the knife in your direction as you frantically nodded. “Good. now do it. Be a good dog.” he finished, placing heavy emphasis on the dog.

You slowly got on your knees, crouching down to the tile and picking up a slice of bread from the dirty floor. You had given up on sweeping a long time ago, its not like anyone was coming over but habit, but now as you stared at the dirt flecked mayo, your stomach turned. You raised the slice to your mouth, quickly dropping it with a squeak as habit slammed his hand into the wooden table above you.

“Use your mouth,” he huffed raising his leg and using his boot to slam into the sandwich mess. You made a cry of disgust as your cheek was covered in a mix of mustard, mayo, pickle drippings and nastiness, letting his foot get off your head before taking a small lick off the floor.

“Theeere we go, good girl,” he drawled, leaning against the doorway into the kitchen. You looked up at him watching you, your cheek messy and your stupid skirt flipped up in the back and habit giggled. “So fuckin’ pathetic, god, look at you. Sorry excuse of a dog.”

Your cheeks burned with some emotion, not one in particular and definitely not a pleasant few. You lapped at the ground in front of you, hot tears welling in your eyes as you moved across the floor, your tongue coated in debris and some strange mix of sour and feet.

“Better not miss a spot. I want all the mess gone. Hurry up too, im getting bored.” he groaned, circling around you as you picked up the pace. You bit the now moist bread up by the crust, taking as much as you could in one bite without gagging. You didnt want whatever him getting bored meant, but it was just so gross, and he was circling like a shark. Well, he had stopped now.

Habit gazed down at you from the back, crouching to be at level with your ass. Just out in the open, not a single ounce of shame or modesty. He looked closer, the soft inner thigh exposed and a cute little wet spot over the cunt.

“Someone likes this, huh?” he cooed, taking the fabric in his fingers as you blushed. “Whore,” he snickered, running the blade over the back of your left thigh as he pulled back and released the crotch of your panties back into you. You couldnt help but moan now, a strangled little whimper as the sharp burn of a razors edge danced across your skin. Habit laughed, pressing the blade a bit harder into your thigh, precariously close to your core as he sliced. “Still eating pup?”

“Yeah,” you whimpered, hissing as he dig the blade in even deeper and holding in inside you as warm blood spilt down your outer thigh.

“If your talking, you arent eating. Lick it all up.” he said, taking the crotch of your panties in his grasp and rolling his fingers in the plush warm fabric. He pulled them slowly to the side, examining the short stubble on your chubby folds, and the glisten on your skin. He smirked as he began to slice apart your panties, ignoring your cries of confusion and alarm as he tore the threads apart. They popped open, leaving you exposed and at his total mercy.

“Habit–’ you started, but a finger spreading your pussy lips apart silenced you. Your legs wavered slightly, giving habit a rush of arousal as he watched your blood pool at his knee.

“Your gonna make me fuck you right here, arent you?” he whispered staring down your cunt like it belonged to him, his to mark and use, and really it was. You were never going to escape him, whats one quickie on the kitchen floor?

You made a noise of bewilderment as you began to eat the last bits of pickle just to mentally escape the sound of a belt undoing.

“You…. you deserve this. All those times youve had your ass out, your tits out– show me your tits.” he heaved, cutting your panties waistband and tossing them to the side. You rolled over into the spot on the ground you had licked clean, unzipping your jacket to show your black bra barely containing those tits he had been denied by his own refusal to acknowledge the best cumdump he could find, his puppy.

You took your boobs out as he forced your legs apart and slotted between them, his fly down and his waistband to his mid thigh with his thick cock drooling milky precum down his lenght juts begging to be inside you. He groaned as you scooted into him, your perky breasts exposed to him like they were meant to be.

“Your a fuckin’ whore, and you like it dont you? You just loooove torturing me.” he growled, climbing on top of you. “Stupid dog begging for my attention all the damn time, being a pain in my ass.”

“What else am i good for? Keeping me here gets me pretty lonely, theres only so much my fingers can do sir,” you swooned, batting your eyelashes with a smile. His face remained irritated and imposing as he removed his shirt.

“Just shut the fuck up unless your moaning, jesus you sound stupid, do you even hear yourself? This isnt meant to be fun for you, you just happen to be the lowest of the low whores. Do me a favor. Just bark. Bark and moan. I dont need all the roleplay.” he said, patting your clean cheek a few times before whipping his hand across it as hard as he could.

Tears quickly sprung to your eyes as your cry of pain turned into a pathetic howl. Habit hummed in approval, taking his knife from the floor and pressed it against your gut. You made a scared scream as he pressed it on top of the skin with a cackle.

“What, you thought this was going to be nice for you? Are you stupid?” he grinned sinisterly as he dragged the edge in a slit across your stomach with a loud drawn out cry of agony, the blood quickly pouring out like a squeezed spounge.

“Oh, poor baby,” he mocked, rubbing his dick into the blood with a strained moan from the sting and mixing of fluid. He slapped the head against your glistening pussy, giggling as you tensed up.

“Your a fun one, yknow that? Most girls are not this aroused by their impending death. Even less by me fucking them until they bleed out.” he said, sliding his bloody cock up and down teasingly on your clit.

“Y-your what??” you shrieked, a deep dark weight settling in your bleeding gut. You began to cry, watching as habit simply rolled his eyes and pressed into you, barely entering in before pulling away.

“God, now your losing me. Stop crying and start acting like you like this again. Make your last few moments ones where you cum.” he huffed, pressing into you again, this time seeping deep inside you with a moan of agony as he rubbed the cut from the inside, a feeling that made you blind with pain.

“Puh- please-” you cried, your head rolling back as he began to fuck you as violently as he could, making sure to hit that burst seam in your womb from deep in you. You writhed in pain, every movement to get away met with more flesh tearing apart and ultimately more blood out onto the floor.

“Cmon, try a little harder, i know you just want to be a slut for me. Wheres all that fuckin audacity? Wheres that dumb little girl who wore her skirts up so nigh, had her tits out, made her stupid little voice all whiny– im disappointed (Y/N).” he scolded, picking up his bloodslicked blade and cutting another line right above the first, still pounding in, still the feeling of guts bulging out of your abdomen cavity, just a horrible way to die.

You were certain you were going to die, you could feel your eyes going dim and the world was spinning like a carousel. The first groan escaped habit, followed by a warm fill inside of you, but you were too lightheaded to even really think about it. This really was the end. All because you were lonely. What a horrible fate.