You were a pretty woman, beautiful even, almost as pretty as his little sister, but he had you captive in a room, he wanted to have fun with you before devouring you. You were His and he made it clear. He even went so far as to abuse you on several occasions for pure pleasure and pride, he wanted to demonstrate his dominance and humiliate you in EVERY possible way, including intimacy, he was not gentle at all and you always ended up covered in bruises, bites, hickeys and even deep scratches which left you dizzy.

Surprisingly over time he began to have a little more consideration for you, he continued to treat you like a toy but at least he let you rest from hours to days and he began to feed you more often, very occasionally a full meal so you would recover faster.

Today was one of those days when he was intimate with you, he had just finished and he was sitting next to you while you tried to catch your breath and you writhed a little from the pain you had already grown used to, you were nervous since you decided to ask him for something for the first time, you gathered your courage and spoke. In response he looked at you confused.

"Aftercare?"