*Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, and is not real. Real rape is wrong. This story is intended for those who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and it not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way. This story also contains a fictional demon so if that offends you, don't read it.
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"Bart isn't my real name," he laughed as we kissed again. There was unnatural chemistry between us, one that felt forced in some way but I couldn't put my finger on what it was that wasn't right. "In fact, it might be time for me to tell you the truth about me."
"The truth?" I hadn't been aware that he had been lying to me about anything but apparently he had been. I felt stupid. I had fallen for him so quickly without taking adequate time to get to know him the way that I should have.
"You didn't really think I would be named Bart, do you? Bartolomeu is such an antiquated name, at least where I am from."
"Where are you from? I thought you were from Baltimore."
"Not really, my dear. Those are things I just tell people to throw them off of my scent. Come here. Come sit on my lap and let me explain a few things to you. Come on, now." I walked to him and sat on his knee. He bounced his leg a bit as if I was a small child and he was trying to entertain me. He looked into my eyes and as he did I saw something that truly scared me. In his eyes, I could see the souls of many other young women. They were screaming at me, trying to tell me to run away.
"Turn back! He's evil!"
"Run! Don't trust him or you'll end up like us!"
"Get out of here! Don't try to save us! Save yourself!"
"Did your eyes just scream at me?" I asked him, perplexed. I rubbed my eyes to make sure that my vision was okay.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his face fixed into a half-grin. He looked so smooth, so sly. I knew that he was filled with evil and yet I couldn't seem to look away.
"You belong to me." He glared into my eyes, his gaze penetrating me to my core. I felt weak inside and I couldn't seem to find my breath. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me.
"Wait. I never said..." I tried to fight it but the pull of his force was too strong. Instead, I found myself clinging to him. His arms wrapped around me and I felt so much emotion flowing through my body. He was radiating all the good things that I had ever wanted to feel. I felt myself go limp in his arms, surrendering to the deep emotions he was filling me with.
"You are mine. You belong to me. Don't fight it. Embrace it. Hold me. Let me hold you. I claim you. How long is it going to take for you to see? You belong to me." He kissed me, pulling my head back a bit by the hair so he could get his tongue more fully in my mouth. He looked dark and ominous as I attempted to open my eyes. I wasn't going to go down without a fight. I didn't want to belong to anyone and this guy was obviously evil. I didn't want to give myself over to him.
"I can't do this..."
"This?" he gestured to himself before laughing. He found this all funny. I was perplexed. Was he laughing at me?
"Why are you laughing?"