"Calm down, you idiot."

I took a shaking breath and closed my eyes. I repeated the words as I let her neck go. A breath whistled in, and I exhaled.

Think, you idiot. Think. I steadied my breath, thrusting idly; instinctually. Killing her solves nothing. If I'm careful with her, and keep an eye on her, then I won't need to worry. Besides, she has useful knowledge.

I drilled her pussy roughly, my rage present but controlled, and I leaned in close to the witch. "You worthless bitch."

She whined in response, her green skin flushed dark and her too-blue eyes wet with tears; from the throttling and from my tone. I reached into her mouth and grabbed her tongue, squeezing it between thumb and forefinger. "You think someone as weak and pathetic as you could break my hold? Defy me? Turn away from me?"

She garbled out words, a flood of spit running from the corners of her mouth. I drove deep, savagely, into her and stilled. Her hips twitched and tried to move; to relive the pressure of her distended stomach or to continue feeling the pleasure of my cock. "Don't fucking move. Don't even breathe, you lost that privilege when sedition entered your thoughts."

She froze, the hot breath around my hand stopping and turning to cold air. "I gave you loose chains, and this is how you thank me? I give you the mercy of being my ****, rather than slit your whore throat and leave you to the wolves, and this is the thanks I get."

Her chest began to quiver, her body caught between breathless spasms and the compulsion not to move. "You owe me every breath you take. You owe me for every heartbeat. For every fucking sunrise."

Her eyes began to roll up. "Three breaths. I give them to you."

She dragged in a breath, and a second, and a third.

"What do you say?" I let go of her tongue.

"T-thank you, master."

I smiled down at her, at her monstrous face, covered in blood, sweat, and tears. "I could kill you with a thought, Witch. I could rip the heart from you, and no one would care; you're a hideous little thing, a freak from both sides. You wear a mask, because you know you're all alone in the world. Breath."

"Master." She said, her eyes filled with a new kind of tear. "I'm sorry."

"And you throw away your only chance to mean anything in this world, in my world." I put my hand to her chest, tracing the valley between her breast as my hand shifted to wicked talons. I placed the tips over her heart. "But I am merciful. I am willing to give you one more chance to be my faithful ****; to be my perfect little witch. Kali'shara, the next time you even think of betraying my mercy, I will subject you to the most horrible punishments I can image; I've never really tried my hand at ****, but I'm more than willing to try."

There were tears in my eyes; foolish things, the last spasms of a heart broken by betrayals.

She repeated her apology again and again as I resumed thrusting in her. A tension broke in me and I unleashed a flood in her. I whispered only a single command as I held her close and let a single tear fall.