Your eyes slowly open, body aching slightly as you sit up. The mark on your back glowing, the scratches Irene left on your back last night closing up making you hiss. Feeling movement next to you, you turn to face Irene, the girl groaning as she turns. You get out of bed, heading downstairs to start making breakfast like you usually did.

Once you finish, arms snake around your body, kisses going across the back of your neck and shoulder. You smirk, placing the food on the counter. Turning around you pick her up, pushing her against the wall as you roughly kiss her making her let out a low moan. The feeling of her hot body pressed against the cold wall, “Don’t tell me you want another round?” “I wouldn’t mind…” Smirking at her, you look at all the bruises adorning her body, especially the lower regions, “You sure you aren’t gonna die?” “Dying by the hands of the devil while getting choked and ed? Sounds amazing.”

Your eyes grow red, placing her on the counter, “I may not be a good person but I do like pampering my loyal slaves once in a while…” Your hand snaking up her body, tightening around . Her gasp’s the only thing heard in the room before moans and screams take over.

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She falls against your body, sweat covering her own as she rapidly breathes against you. Pushing her away, you move away from her, moving up to your room for a few minutes before coming back with a full suit on, “Clean up and get dressed, I’m heading to the office you can get there yourself.” She nods, body still sat on the counter tiredly, surrounded by her own mess, “Thank you…” You ignore her words,