Mercy

Some people are born to survive. No matter what comes their way, no matter how much pain is dealt them, they live." ~Mercy~

You're just another f*cking mirage on my road to hell" ~Johnathon Lee Ashfield, AKA Sade~

Sade jolted with Mercy’s embrace from behind. “Sade!” she cried. “You have it! You have my love, I do love you, look at me.” She got in front of him and held his face. “I’m scared of you because I’ll die if I lose you. I’m scared I’ll never be enough, or what you need. I’m scared you’ll send me away,” she sobbed, hitting him in the chest. “I can’t lose you! I love you! I just want to be good enough for you!” Sade pulled her into his arms at hearing those words. “Mercy,” he gasped. “Say it again.” “I love you,” she cried holding him tight. “I love you so much. I never want to be apart from you." “I’m too fucking broken for you Mercy.” She shook her head and cried, “No! Don’t say that! I can fix it! We can fix it, and if we can’t,” she gasped, “we can be broken together,

I got you,” he whispered, hugging her tight wile rocking her side to side a little. “I got you, I’ll help you baby. You’re not dirty, you’re so fucking beautiful. I’ll fix it, you’ll see.

He just knew that Mercy was... his. His in a way he didn't really get only knew she was. And he wanted her. He had to have her. Every bit of her. Own her.

Fuck…” he closed his eyes a moment, “you’re like a sadomasochistic dessert. A pretty little cupcake I want to devour in one bite or maybe smell and lick all over before sinking so very slowly into you.

I can’t lose you! I love you! I just want to be good enough for you!

I’m not a fucking thinker, wisher, dancer, or whiner. I’m a fucking doer. Can’t expect God to do it all now, can we? The man’s got plenty to do already, I’m just doing my part and cleaning up my side of the room.

You fucking raped me with emotional orgasms. Repeatedly. I’m just giving you a physical one, why am I the criminal now?

He went until he felt it in their bodies, heard it in their voices. He went until there was blood, and he didn’t stop until he got it.

Come my sweet angel,” he growled, his finger working in and out so very fast now. She gripped his neck with one hand and bucked in his lap. “Listen to how wet you are, fuck,” he gasped.

An angel with a broken wing, patched together with sheer determination to survive and live and be… so fucking beautiful.

don’t care if you never have sex with me or if you have weird needs, I love you and I’ll help you, that’s all I want. Broken or fixed, my heart is yours!

Sade grit his teeth, his need for vengeful pain plowing through him with every breath, every second. He needed to punish and demolish, and he needed it now.

Project Johnathon Lee Ashfield, AKA Sade. That answered a lot for Mercy.

The years he spent training her to be strong, equipping her with every manner of self-defense so that nobody could ever hurt her again.