We had been lying in bed for a few hours when the urge overtook me again. I flipped Cameron over and climbed on top of him. I shoved his half-hard dick into me and started moving on top of him. It wasn't enough; I needed more. I wanted to be used.

"Jessa." He whispered groggily. "What are you doing?"

"Fucking hurt me, Cam," I screamed at him. "Hit me, choke me, beat me. Make me bleed. I don't care what it is. I want to feel it."

Cam went from a sleepy smile on his face as I rode him furiously to a look of pure terror.

"Jessa, stop." He tried to wrap his arms around me and hold me in place against his chest. I broke my arms free from him and pushed him back against the bed as continued my frenzied motion on top of him. I scratched at his skin as he grabbed at my arms, trying to get me to stop.

Cameron used his weight as an advantage to flip me over and then rolled me onto my side. He laid on top of me, trying to pin me in place.

"Jessa, what's wrong? Did you not take your meds again?" I reached my hand down and plunged my fingers inside myself, trying to make the feeling go away. He pulled at my hands, trying to keep me from touching myself.

"I need to be torn apart. I want it to hurt. Make me feel something. I can't feel anything. Cameron, I need you." I shrieked.

"Jessa, darling. You're scaring me." He tried to stop me from fighting against him.

He placed his hand on my cheek to try to get me to look him in his haunted gray eyes. I couldn't get my eyes to focus on him. Everything had a fuzzy haze over it like it was a bad picture filter. I was in a fucking cartoon.

I got my leg free from him and found a way to kick him in the mouth. I jumped out of bed and he grabbed my ankle, trying to keep me in the room. I fell with a hard thud on the ground as he moved down to the floor to try to hold me down again. I kneed him in the nuts and he fell down immediately, swearing and holding himself.

"I'm going to feed your belly, Cami." I screamed in a sing-song voice as I ran down the hall towards the kitchen.

I ran into the kitchen, determined to make us a snack. I turned on the stove burners and pulled out pans to put on them. I was going to make him a ten-course meal, one course for every mind-blowing orgasm I had today.

I was going to fill my man with delicious little treats to show him how much I appreciated him. He was an amazing boyfriend. He was strong, sexy, fierce, and could do things to my body that no other man had ever been able to do before. I loved my Cameron. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

I opened cabinets and pulled out the plates and bowls, looking for the secret food the voices told me he had hidden away. I couldn't find it. They were screaming and telling me to look in different places. The glass shattered on the floor around me as I frantically searched. I couldn't let Cameron down. He was hungry; I needed to feed him. He would be so mad if I couldn't make him feel better.

I pulled a large crystal bowl out and it shattered into a million pieces on the floor. It sounded like music. I stopped my search when I heard it. Instead of cooking, I wanted to make music again. I was an artist ready to paint my melodies.

I stepped on the glass and picked it up to run over my hands as it reflected the light across the room. There was red paint on everything now. The world was red now. Red hair, a red helmet, and now the red paint flowing from my body.

Cameron's light wall's wanted me to paint them red too. I took my finger and ran it over the wall drawing beautiful hand-scripted music notes as I hummed their tune.

"Hmmm....hmmm...hmmm.... duhhh... duhhh...hmmm."

"Jessa, shit." Cameron was at the stove, turning it off. The pans were turning black from the heat and the house was starting to smell like charred metal.

"It's so pretty, Cam. Don't you think?" I said, smearing the red that was covering my body as I drew little hearts next to the music notes.

"Jessa. Stop, you're hurting yourself." Cam was trying to navigate through the broken glass to get to me. He had paint on him just like I did. His paint was coming from his mouth.

"Come make music with me, Cami." I smiled at my amazing boy and turned back to my canvas.

"Jessa, darling. I want you to look at me." Cameron's warm voice echoed through my body. He sounded like he was underwater. What was Cameron doing swimming again? That naughty boy loved the pool. I didn't give him permission to swim. He was so silly sometimes.

I drew little angel wings with the red lines and smiled at her little halo. She winked at me and nodded, telling me it was time to come visit her. She wanted me to play in the clouds.

"Do you think heaven is nice, Cami? I want to go there with the angels. Do you think I can fly there?" I bit my lip excitedly. I drew blood when I did it and could taste the copper on my tongue. It tasted like I was licking pennies.

"No, baby, I'm really sorry, but you can't fly." He said with his hands up as he slowly walked towards me.

"I can too. Do you want to see?"

I ran over to the counter and began to climb up. I was standing, looking down at the glass. There was a large piece down there asking me to swim with it. It was shaped like a dolphin. Cameron was swimming. I should swim with him too.

"Watch me, Cami," I called to him.

I began to step off the counter when Cam dove and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me down to the ground as he spun in the air. He turned his body so I landed on top of him. He winced when the right side of his back pressed into the smashed glass.

He picked me up and pulled me back towards the bedroom as I was kicking and screaming. He made me so angry. I was going to spank him for being a bad boyfriend. I wanted to go to the heaven pool with him. Why couldn't I go?

He threw me back on the bed and laid on top of me. He grabbed his cell phone from the nightstand and placed it to his ear as he fought to hold me down.

"I need an ambulance. Mental health patient. She is bleeding from wounds to her feet and hands." He grunted into the speaker as he fought against me.

"Fuck me, Cami." I laughed as I grabbed his dick and wiggled it. It was fun and floppy now. I batted it around with my hand and squeezed it like the stress pig from the center. I wondered if it could go flat like the pig.

I was rolling on the bed with blood gushing out of my feet and squeezing Cameron in my hand as hard as I could when Ron walked into the room.

"Heard the call on the radio and was in the area... Oh shit." Ron ran over to help Cameron hold me down on the bed.

They tried to cover my naked body, but I kept pulling the blankets off. I was naked when I was born. I should be naked right now.

I loved being naked.

Ron was able to maneuver on top of me and pin me down. He sat on top of me with his legs on either side of my hips. Cameron fell back against the bed, breathing heavily and was rubbing his hand over his dick as he winced.

"Get dressed Nash, the ambulance was about five minutes behind me. No one else needs to see that thing flopping around." Ron told him.

"Hi, Ron." I smiled up at him as he leaned down.

"Well, hello Jessa. Are you having a bit of a rough night, hon?" He smiled back down at me.

"I think so. But Cami let me be naked, did you see?" I asked, looking down at my body.

"Yes, you are very naked. You got a lot of good stuff going on there. Very nice. I can see why Nash is so paranoid." Ron looked down, smiling.

"Dude. My girlfriend, not the time to joke." Cameron warned as he straightened the waistband of his boxers out over his hips.

"I'm sorry, Nash." Ron said, laughing. When Cameron turned away to finish getting dressed, Ron looked down at me and whispered. "No, I'm not. So hot, good for you. You stay naked."

I giggled, which caused Cameron to turn back around.

Cameron pulled on his shirt and kicked Ron off of me as fast as he could. He made him go wave down paramedics instead of standing there watching my naked body as I tried to fuck myself with my fingers.

Before I knew it, a whole team of people were in the room fighting to strap me down to a stretcher. I wasn't going to let them do it. It was never going to happen.

They were swearing and cursing at me while I fought against them. One of them brought out a long needle and was preparing to stick it in my arm. I tried to bite him when he got close to my skin.

"No sedatives. We don't know if she's on something." Cam yelled.

"We need to get her calmed down." The guy with the needle said.

"I've got this. Let me do it." Cameron said as he pushed him back from me to take over.

"Cami, they are hurting me." I cried to him. He climbed on the stretcher over top of me and pinned me down.

"Cami, I don't want to go." I clung to him.

"Jess, darling. This will be just like the handcuffs we used tonight. You remember how much you liked them, right?" He whispered down as he started strapping me in.

I nodded and smiled as I watched his fingers lock in the metal buckle around my wrist.

"Good, that's my girl. Let me tie you up again so I can make you feel good." He purred into my ear as he latched the other one securely.

When he was finished. He climbed off of the stretcher and waved for them to take me away. I was crying and fighting against the restraints as they started to wheel me down the hall.

Cameron tricked me.

"You are a twisted bastard." Ron was laughing as they walked behind us.

"I know what my girl needs." Cam said softly as they followed us down the hall.

I was loaded into the back of the ambulance as the whole neighborhood watched. The paramedics turned down the lights and I began to feel extremely tired. Cameron climbed in with me and was holding my arm as I fell asleep from my utter exhaustion.