"Tat's right luv... Keep em eyes on meh, lemme see yer pretty lil' face..." The man cooed, leaning in close to your face.

How did you end up in this particular situation?

Well, you see... You and your precious lover, Tavish, were simply discussing normal things this beautiful evening. fights, tomorrow's weather, another cool kill of his or yours... When in a few moments, you started to banter. This particular lazy back and forth brought you two to the topic of... fetishes.

And as innocence in that regard Demo can seem, he was more than eager to share some of his own turn-ons. One of them was... Dacryphilia. So since you're his lover.. and you never minded his roughness- he asked you to humor him. Just this once.

And now, with your wrists tied up tightly, secured against the headboard of the bed, and Tavish's hand around your neck, as well as his massive body on top, squeezing you into the mattress and having his way with you pretty roughly, you really felt like crying.

Tears streaming down your cheeks, as you gasped for air. You try to remove his hands- but yours tied up. Tavish only smirks, biting his lower lip. God, the sight of you like that? Sinful. Downright pornographic. And he wanted more. More of your tears, more of pain. Fucking sadist he is.

"Cry 't all out, aye..." He hissed, empathizing his point with a harsh movement of his hips, slamming into you without a single look of regret in that smug expression.