I stared so intensely at the cold white wall in front of me that it became a clear statement of guilt, but I didn't dare look away to face my pacing father or turn around to see my horrified mistress. I was terrified of out impending future, humiliated at my exposure, and infuriated with our persecution.

"CJ," My father's icy voice broke my heavy contemplation of frustration. "CJ, look at me." I continued to stare at the wall.

"CJ!" This was the angriest my mother had ever been. Her voice cracked with emotion and rage.

"Oh, shut up! Who are you to demand that respect?" My mother glared at the girl with such hatred that I half expected her to attack.

"Your name, girl?" My dad sneered.

"My name is Angel. And call me girl again and those will be the last words to ever leave your disrespectful mouth."

My father stopped pacing and walked over to the wall where I had been staring. "Angel - ... how ironic." His eyes were still on fire. "You listen to me now. This is my house. In my house, you don't order me around; you don't rape my daughter; you treat me as an authority. You understand that?"

Angel spit on the floor in an act of disobedience that far surpassed any words she could ever have spoken to my father. He walked heavily over to her and stood just inches away from her.

"Get of my house. Now."

"Get out of my face." She shoved him away and walked over to me.

"Don't you touch her!" Dad got off of the floor and tried to push her away, but she moved and he fell to the floor again.

"Stop demonizing me; I've done nothing wrong."

"You raped -" My mother started, but she didn't get the chance to finish. Angel grabbed my wrist and led me out the door before either of my parents could stop her.

Once we got outside, we ran like hell, figuring my parents were going to call the police.

And sure enough, they did. A few minutes later we heard the sirens behind us, but we had made enough distance not to be noticed.

...

At last, we had finally made it to what was most likely her house. Old and run down, the place was a mess, but at least it was functional and 'under the radar'. We walked inside; no one else was there.

Still holding my wrist, she led me into a living room with a couch, an old dusty television, and a table covered in unpaid bills and what looked like a copy of a restraining order. There was a single lamp with its shade askew sitting amongst the papers.

"This is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous." She murmured under her breath, letting go of my hand. "I should have never approached you in the first place; this whole thing is a mistake. If it wasn't for me, neither of us would be in this mess..."

"It wasn't a mistake!" I said, a little loudly. "We just... should have been more careful." At this, she turned around, a little shocked. "I'm glad it happened, really."

She walked over to me and put her hands on my shoulders. "Take me." I whispered as she brought me in close to her. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, biting into my neck. I could feel her wet tongue run over the wound and up to my chin. I shook a little at this awkward feeling, but she held me still, her powerful fingers digging into my back.

Suddenly releasing me, she ordered me to take off my cloths, and I obeyed instantly. I stood completely exposed with my arms out from my sides. Moving closer, she put her hands on my hips and ran her tongue along the inside of my thigh. I shivered and she backed away, picking up from the floor what I figured was a horse whip.

"Get on you knees, slave." She whipped me so hard that it forced me down onto my hands and knees. Walking around behind me, I whimpered at she whipped me again.

"Shut up and take it, you filthy whore." The lashings continued and I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming. Tears of pain and humiliation ran silently down my face.

Grabbing my waist, she forced me to the ground and hovered over me, running her hands over the wounds on my back.

She put her hands on my shoulders and looked down at me. "Do you love me?" I was speechless at the question.

Noting this, she grabbed my neck and head and shoved me into the ground. "Do you love me?" She repeated.

"I... I -" I paused. "Yes, I love you."

"I love you."

So, I just realized I can actually make profile banners, but I need some practice. If you're looking for a banner, drop a comment. Just remember to specify what colors/message you want on it.

Also, part III to Submission IS coming. I don't know when, though.

{UPDATE AUGUST 26, 4:10 PM}
This is the first time I've been able to stay on line since Friday night, so there's going to be a back up. I'll get around to everyone though, don't worry.

{UPDATE SEPTEMBER 9, 9:00 PM}
Please leave your requests in a comment on this blog post. Any and all PM requests will be responded to with a redirection to this post. This makes it easier for me to keep track of the order and remember who wants what.

Also, I have school now which goes for 8 hours a day, so it might take a while for me to get to your request. Don't worry, I will eventually. Just be patient.

"Hey!" I heard a voice, but didn't pay much attention to it. "Oh my God! Ryan, she's covered in blood!" I opened my eyes a little to see my mother shaking me, but I was still half asleep and didn't understand what was going on.

"What?" My father was in the hall, putting down his things.

"Honey, come look at this, quickly!" I heard footsteps.

"What is - " He paused "Jesus...! What - "

"I don't know. Oh God..." After a few moments of scatterbrained contemplation, I realized what was going on and opened my eyes wide. I was lying on the floor with both my parents staring down at me, horror in their faces.

"Ugh, what time is it? Do I have to be somewhere?" I decided to play ignorant. There was no reason they had to know about what happened last night.

"Dad," I looked at my watch, arrogantly. "It's 6:30 in the morning. What are you waking me up for?" I always was a good lire and a good negotiator. Most of the times, I could get myself out of anything. Although, I had a feeling that this wasn't going to be one of those times.

"CJ..." My mother's voice was drenched in terror.

"What?!" I sat up and leaned against the wall, pretending to be angry at this rude awakening. "Can you please tell me what's going on?"

Mom was speechless from shock, but dad just stood there. His face was emotionless, as it usually was.

"CJ, look at me." His voice was cold, as if he was speaking to a disobedient animal. I kind of liked that. "Tell us... what happened. What happened to you?"

"What do you mean 'what happened to me'? You woke me up, and now I'm pissed off. Seriously, I didn't - " I started.

"Shut up, now, and stop lying to me." He glared at me so intensely that it was almost humorous.

"What - exactly - makes you think I'm lying?" I paused; he didn't say anything. "I'm guessing you noticed the blood. Well, yeah, I noticed it too. When you're in pain, you look for a cause - and I've found one." I smiled at him like a sister mocking her younger brother. "And now I really don't care."

He turned around, walked out of the room, and then out the front door. My mother followed.

"Pfft." I stood up and walked upstairs to my bedroom.

. . .

About 30 minutes later, I heard a window slide open from the other end of the hall. Now, I knew for a fact that mom and dad had left, probably to go bitch about me to some councilor. Neither of them had any tolerance for unusual behavior, and always had to contact a third party before making any decisions.

I opened the door to my bedroom and stared down the hall. "What the hell? Who's there?" When there was no answer, I walked down the hall and took a left to the room I had heard the window open.

"Guess who!" A figure grabbed me with one hand and grasped my throat with the other. "Go ahead; scream. It's not like anyone's around to hear you." I struggled against her anonymous hold, although her voice did sound familiar.

And then I realized what was going on. The second I knew who my captor was, I relaxed my entire body and stood still. As she released me and walked around to see me, I stared into the same evil, black eyes that I had faced 12 hours prior to this. I felt the same icy cold hands on my shoulders and heard the same sick, masochistic thoughts in my head.

My face was a mixture of emotions, and she could see that for she laughed softly and ran her hands closer to my throat.

"What are you doing here? My parents will be home any minute - "

"Shut up." She ran her fingers through my long brown hair and brought her face just inches away from mine and closer. "Your parents can go fuck themselves for all I care." Her lips met mine so suddenly that I nearly jumped, but I knew that even if I wanted to, she wouldn't let me back out of this.

Softly, she pressed me up against the wall and looked directly at my face. There was a look in her eye that hadn't been there before. It was a look of a subtle caring, instead of the violent lust that had been there last night.

"Do it." I said to her, not needing to be asked.

As if suddenly unfrozen, she grabbed my waste with both hands and my upper lip with her mouth. I felt everywhere her cold fingers touched me as she slipped off my shirt and bra. She pinched my cold, exposed nipple and I motioned to push her hand away, but she struck me down with a blow the head onto the floor. I stayed down on my knees where I had fallen because the second she has lost contact with me, she grabbed my hips and forced me all the way to the floor. She pushed my head and neck into the carpet with one hand, as she held me down with the other.

As quickly as this hold had come, she released me and stood above me. "Don't you even think about moving, whore." She picked up some rope that she had dropped on her way in, and then walked back to me. With one, she bound my hands and arms. Seeing that I could no longer fight with her, she tied the other rope tightly around my neck to make a leash.

"Get up." She instructed sternly, as I obeyed. "Now, turn around and bow to me." I didn't like this idea, so I just stood where I was.

Seeing this infuriated her with a kind of primal rage that I don't even think she herself has come to recognize. She grabbed what must have been a beer bottle and struck me in the back of the head. At this I stumbled forward, but was pulled back by the leash. "Didn't I just tell you to do something?"

This time, I listened. I got on my hands and knees and bowed my head to her. With this compliance, she walked closer to me and grabbed the back of my neck and my chin so that my eyes met hers. The blood from the wound on the back of my head ran down my shoulders.

Noting that I had given in to her, she pushed me onto my back and kneeled over me. She then bit so hard into my shoulder that I began to cry and whimper in pain.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Her cold, wet tongue slid over the wound and the blood excreting from it. "Oh, your blood is so delicious." A shiver ran down my spine as she pushed her tongue in between the two pieces of skin she had bitten open. "Can you feel me?" She bit into the same spot again, digging in even deeper. With the other hand she slid off my pants, leaving me completely naked.

Still biting me hard, she ran her hand down to my wet vagina. Going slow at first, she pushed two fingers into me, caressing my clitoris. I let out a long moan at this and let her slip her whole hand into me. It was so painful and I loved every moment of it. I was in so much bliss that I had no idea how loudly I was moaning.

And that's when it all crashed down. The door to the room burst open and both of my parents came in. My mother gasped and my father took a few steps back, horrified.

"Shit."

Alright, in celebration of all the delicious protection points we all just got, I'm throwing a party. Anyone can come as long as they bring food, booze, or hookers.

If you don't have food, booze, or hookers, you can't come.

And remember to superman up on dat ho.

Superman up on dat ho.

I looked at her and see looked at me. I didn't understand anything in the world except the thoughts in my head. My virgin hands hung at my sides as I waited breathlessly, intensely watching her as the smile on her face grew wider. She could sense my intimidation. Everything about me seemed stiff as a board.

"Do I scare you?" She whispered.

"No." I answered.

"Wrong answer." She laughed as she walked towards me, her black hair falling over her sadistic eyes.

Now I was scared. I hardly knew this woman as she was just a friend of a friend, but I recognized the sexually violent expression on her face from the vivid stories repeated to me be a friend who was once sexually assaulted. With this realization, I became alert of every sound, of every sight.

I tried to back away, but she grasped my shoulder hard. She was so strong, so powerful. Pushing me against the wall, she began to kiss my neck and throat.

"Stop it!" I screamed, but in vain.

"Scared now, huh." She laughed, biting hard into my collar bone. I tried to push her away, but she pinned my hands to the wall. "Don't you fight me, whore." Pushing my arms behind my back, she held both of them with one hand and slid the other up my shirt. Her cold fingers sent shivers down my spine which I new she felt. "Can you feel me?" She dug her long, spidery nails into my side with such intensity it made my eyes water.

Against my will, I let out a heavy, gasping moan at this new sensation of pain. "There it is. Come on honey, just give in. You know you want to." I tried to struggle, but the will to fight was leaving me.

Taking out rope from her pocket, she bound my hands and lifted my head so my eyes met hers. There was nothing I could do. I fell to my knees and let any desire for control seep out of me. I was in complete submission.

The smile on her face grew wider than it had ever been. As I lost all control, so did she. Forcing me to the ground, she ripped off my shirt and undid my bra. I whimpered as she caressed my exposed nipples with her tongue. This only infuriated her with violent sexual urges unheard of to me.

She tore off my pants and ran her hands up and down the inside of my thighs.

"Stop..." I pleaded as tears of violation ran down my face. "Please stop." At this, she grabbed my throat with both hands and pressed me hard into the ground.

"Don't you tell me what to do. You are nothing but my slave. You understand that?" At my silence, she slammed my head into the floor. "Answer me you fucking whore. Do you understand me?!"

"Y-yes." I stopped crying as my fear and violation was replaced with arousal.

"Yes... what?"

"Yes Master."

It's 10:39 pm.

She walks through the front door of the house, returning from a double shift at work. I lean heavily against the cold brick wall next the the fireplace, waiting for her. As she turns and sees me, she smiles and walks towards me, a violent fire now burning in her eyes.

She now stands inches away from me with her hands on my shoulders. I can feel her breath as she looks down at me like a mother to her child.

She unbuttons my shirt so it drops silently to the floor. Moving her hands to my neck, she repositions my head so I stare directly into her coal-black eyes. Laughing at the control she now had, she tightens her grip so that my entire body is powerless. I fall to the floor where she then picks me up and brings me upstairs.

Stripping me naked, she then takes off her cloths and pushed me onto the bed. Before I can regain strength in my body, she ties my arms above my head to the headboard and my legs to the end of the bed, spread apart. I let my head fall back and my muscles go limp.

Recognizing my submission, she then takes out what must have been the top half of a wine bottle and leans over me on the bed. Her laughter fuels my arousal as the bottle penetrats me. I scream with pleasure at the pain and violation. Taking away bottle, she then licks the resulting blood and excrements.

After this, she unties me and orders me to stand with with my arms out from my sides. As I do so, she takes out a whip from a drawer and stands facing me, smiling manically. As I was struck with it, I once again scream with pleasure.

In my erotic bliss, I fall to the floor. She picks me up and shoves me against the wall, licking my face and the blood from my wounds. Her eyes are nurturing as she suffocates me again. This time, she catches me as I fall and holds me there.

I am at peace; I am in bliss.
I am hers.

Alright, so the OP of that "Most Pathetic Way to Die" thread said that suffocating on ice would be pretty bad. Now that got me wondering, how the hell do you suffocate on ice? I would imagine that it would be something quite fun to do, but maybe that's just me.

Would it go something like this?

And I have my firefox back.

So that means it is no longer hugs time.

I have to use shitty Internet Explorer because I am staying at my uncle's house.

Someone give me a hug.