The necklace was heavy. Solid steel links plated in silver leading to a heart-shaped locket that fit neatly into my hand. Slipping the loop from the locket one sharp tug turned the necklace into a leash. Its heavy links contracting around a neck flaring futility in panic. My fingers closed around her heart and she tensed, bending unnaturally as her gasp was choked off. Twisting her arm back I dragged her wrist up until pain made her cry out with her last strangled breath. The chain looped around that wrist, the locket clapping on and trapping it.
Releasing her heart I grabbed her other arm and forced it back as well. Twisting it as she adjusted to her predicament. Drawing a few ragged breaths until pain forced her to relax her arm only for desperation for air to drive her to tense back up the arm. All complicated by my continued pressure that forced her face into the rough cinderblock wall whose cheap white paint only did so much to smooth it.
Bound, naked, and utterly hepless she burned beneath my grip. Alternating between panic and excitment as she savored every meager breath. Her meager resistance fleeting, a formality as I pushed closer. Grinding, feeling her heat as I used my nails to pull her hips up, freshly lashed skin a furance against me. Each movement a new stimulation, sending fresh pain shivering through her. Pushing and bending her until it felt she might snap and just barely easing up. Adding agony as I drew her arms higher, making her call out before I pushed her further.
One savage thrust buried me in her tight asshole. My hips slamming into ass checks I'd turned into a mess of red bruises in waiting as I drove her into the wall, her face scratching against the wall. There was no gentleness, need and desire to express myself. I fucked her. Brutalized her. The locket slipped her wrists. The chain bunched in my hand. Links biting her neck.
Her heart in my grip and I was careful not to break that.