I'm bored, but I don't feel like sleeping and don't feel like studying. I want to write something, but I don't feel like working on my WIP fic (which is, by the way, over 100K words and I think it'll reach 150K+ words by the time I finish ="=). So, I looked online for some inspiration for something short to work on and finish within 30 minutes. The prompt, 'pain', caught my attention (duh). So I'm going to write a ficlet on pain. I normally write slash, but I didn't feel like naming the characters so...yeah. ==== Word Count: 200 (it was harder than I imagined to condense this into 200 words...) Rating: R for language, violence, and sexual themes Oh yes, and for those who are uncomfortable with BDSM...don't try. Don't like, don't read! Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited. ==== Sweat trailed down the muscles lining his back, but it did nothing to cool his burning skin. He felt as though his strained arms would break any time soon. He flexed his muscles to relieve the excruciating tension; a flash of inexplicable agony exploded before sizzling, hot pleasure replaced it. "You're hard." He heard his mistress observe. The heel of her leather boot pressed into his back and he hissed. Fuck, it felt so good. All his stress, burnt away with that hot flame of pain. His mistress leaned closer; tomorrow, he would bruise. "...You sick fuck. Does this excite you?" she whispered, her breath a soft, warm tickle. When he didn't respond, she kicked him; his left shoulder stung from the impact. She then tugged his hair, forcing him to arch backward when his spine was already screaming with pain. "Answer me, you perverted fuck." "Yes," he almost whimpered; yet, it was too weak. He could handle more than this--he didn't want to disappoint his mistress. He wasn't a wimp. "Go to hell," he said instead. A soft snort. He could easily imagine the cruel, seductive smirk that curved his mistress's full, red lips. "It seems that I need to discipline you some more, pet." End Okay...obviously there were some grammatical mistakes, because English isn't really my first language. My apologies. --

※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 118.168.239.65 ※ 編輯: BloodLust801 來自: 118.168.239.65 (06/06 04:54)