He laughed while he was still in her mouth and he jammed himself into her swiftly and without consideration of the pain that was sure to bring.  He kept kissing her as she screamed, drinking in her pain, her hurt.  She was weak.  Beaten.  She would never forget this day, ever and for the rest of her life.  He'd scar her deeper then any superficial wounds would.<br/><br/>The thought of her crying in her room at night thrilled him immensely.  He was vaguely surprised he didn't come right now.  He'd done much more then kill her.  He'd hurt her.<br/><br/>