**He ruptured**

(Note : Not for people below 16)
Lying subconscious in the bath tub drenched with blood, mucus, urine he flew out his last few words in unbearable pain, “Pain is the ultimate pleasure.”
A year and a million screams back it is where it all started, in the same house in the same bathroom, in the same pain. He was a sadist with a hundred little wicked desire and overall the purest form of pleasure, pain. It was all he knew physical, emotional pain. To break down a person to their greatest depths, like karma came into life dressing up into a devil, like the angel of pain he stood still at the same old door with that sinner whip in his hands and his victim?
She was lying naked over the floor an emotionally naked being. Where words failed how can mere pieces of cloth could have hidden her naked soul. With a high dose of narcotics running in her blood she could not move an inch further. With the spank of the whip he entered the room like the devil himself came down jacketed in human blood and flesh. With the sound of whip all her senses gathered their last left consciousness to understand what was happening. As his hand caught hold of her top, chill ran down her spine waking up each and every sense of her, suddenly the narcotics seem to have become obsolete.
Slowly he picked her up and spoke,
“I love you beautiful. You beauty makes my senses go numb. Let’s make love tonight” in a wicked voice.
Words which flew out of his mouth hit her like a poisoned arrow, each one scaring him more than the predecessor. With thunderous slap he tore down her top along with her inner with all the power he had in his fists. And all that could have escaped her mouth was a powerful scream. Unfortunately no one was there even to listen to her slightest tone. And she wept her heart out; her soul was lying nude before who gaped her with those thirsty eyes he ruptured every single inch of her nude body. The narcotics made her paralyzed. All she could do was to scream out her soul and utter those same words over and over.
“Please leave me.”
Like a faint ray of sunshine in the rainy days those words were lost again in the screams of her raging pain.
“Pain is the ultimate pleasure dear; your every mistake will be awarded.”
Overcoming the grip of the drugs she tried crawling a step towards the door and as soon as her legs crawled she was rewarded with three spanks of whips one harder than the other tearing down her skin each one of them gave her wounds to her soul. She was a lady being ruptured; her soul was being ruptured to her greatest depths.
“This pain is going to cleanse your body, your soul. Feel this pain, it’s beautiful. It is the ultimate pleasure dear.” He said switching off all the lights in the room.
Being helpless she just watched darkness ruling over the room. And with every diming light every strand of hair in her body awakened in fear of the inevitable. As suddenly a hand came out of nowhere and caught hold of her pajamas.
“Don’t do this please, what have I done? I don’t deserve this.” She cried out loud and every scream of her gave birth to more fear. She was left option less but to feel the grip of those hands growing every second. The fear grew up more when she heard the sound of the fabric tearing apart and somewhere a strange power in her took over fear as she felt her hands loose. But there was a strange gyratory she was standing on, either to lose her dignity and fight back else to let go. She decided to fight back; she could still feel his hands on her pajamas.
She caught that hand and with all the force she had in her body she fought back and she pushed him over the bath tub full of water. With the lights coming up she found herself in a suite bathroom but all that was running in her mind was how to escape from there as her wounds ached she found him coming up again but this time couldn’t leave him. She found the same whip which gave her the scars, she griped it and with a firm determination in her heart she used it to give him the same wounds that he gifted him all over his face, still he approached her perceiving all the options she had (which we very few).  She tried hard to find something but shattered  glass was the only thing she could find with a piece of glass in her hand she used it a  hundred times rather it was her fear let her use it like that; and she made his breaths numbered.
But faith plays its dirty tricks; none of them escaped the room. One by deeds and other by fate.
As his last breath was escaping him he uttered his last words “Pain is a pleasure.”