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“Would you like something to drink?” Riley questioned, holding a cup out for her.

“Not really.”

He pushed it closer to her. “You sure, this might take a while.” He smiled a little as she took the glass from his hands and took a sip. “Buffy, I'm sorry that you had to see me like that. I never meant to hurt you.”

“Well you did. Why were you doing it anyway? Do you know how dangerous it is? What it can do to people? You could have died Riley.”

“I wanted to know why you did it Buffy, why you let Dracula and Angel do it to you. Once I started though, it became more than that. She needed me. She needed me in a way you never did.”

“So this is my fault Riley Finn, is that it?” She stood up as she screamed at him, the room beginning to swirl in front of her. “Whoa.” She tried to sit down again, but her body wouldn't listen, and the cup she was holding fell from her hand.

“I know that I'm not your everything Buffy, but you're mine, and I plan on making myself known in your world as important.” The words were moving in slow motion into her head, his voice getting deeper, sounding the way a CD player does when it's batteries are starting to go. Her legs collapsed beneath her and she found herself tumbling to the floor. “If I can't be you're everything, you're going to be my nothing.” She tried to scream for help, but she was gone, completely powerless to him. The vampire slayer forced to yield to a mere human.

He slapped her, hard across the face, and the skin burned, her eyeball feeling as though the socket could no longer hold it in. His hand came back down, ramming her other cheek and all she could do was cry. Her arms and legs felt like metal pipes and even she, the slayer, did not have enough strength to lift them. “Aren't you going to fight back? What's the matter Buffy, am I hurting you?”

He grabbed a knife off a counter and she was only capable of watching it happen. He pulled the sharp blade down between her breasts, tearing through the material of her shirt and ripping her tender flesh. The blood began to pool and trickle down towards her sides, sticky and wet. “Where's your Angel now? Where's Dracula or even Spike, huh? Someone should stop all of this blood from being wasted. I guess you're just out of luck Buffy. There's only a man here. A man was never good enough for you.”

He peeled back the folds of her mutilated top to reveal her bare breasts to him. He flicked the knife tip right above each of her nipples to produce two little droplets of blood. They fell like her tears, slowly, down the curve of her skin. He watched, mystified as her face filled with more torment at his actions. “Oh, I'll torment you Buffy, don't you worry.”

He placed the knife on the floor beside him and began to flick at her nipples with his fingers. Despite all of her attempts to stop them, they rose into hard points. He was winning, he was defeating her, and she knew there was going to be no other way but for him to do so. “We could have been so happy Buffy, why couldn't you let us be happy?”

His hands moved down towards her jeans and she was forced to let him. He expertly undid the button and slid down her fly, exposing her blue panties. Both pants and underwear were slid out from underneath her as he attempted to get his cock out at the same time. “Now suck it.”

He shoved his limp member into her mouth while she proceeded to gag on it. She didn't know what he expected, she could not suck, could not even really move her tongue the way she should be able to. He decided to help her, pulling himself in and out between her taut lips. She wanted to vomit, to get the disgusting thing out from between her teeth. She could not even bite down on him, to possibly scare him away. He was growing in her mouth, becoming thicker, harder and she was terrified at what was to happen next.

He left her mouth and did not return. She wanted to praise God, but in the same instant, he had rammed himself inside of her delicate folds. The force shook her entire being and fresh tears sprang into her eyes. “Say my name bitch when I do something this good to you.” He punched her nose. “Say it.” He said punching her again, this time in the eye. “Yell my name out.” His fist made contact with her lower jaw. He continued to pound her, as she did not respond to his impossible orders, until his seed sputtered out of him.

“So you never again forget my importance, a little memento.” He picked the knife up again, and on her inner thigh, carved his initials. He dropped the knife beside her and prepared to leave his apartment. “Oh, and Buffy, maybe you should get dressed, you look like such a little slut. No wait, maybe that's because everyone knows that's what you are.” He closed the door as he left, leaving her tattered and nude, lying heaped upon the floor.

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