**Bound by Pain**

The darkness seemed to swallow Psylocke whole as she lay on the bed, Magik's grip still crushing her. The pain from her ripped hair and bruised skin throbbed in every part of her body. Magik's eyes gleamed with a sadistic light as she loomed over Psylocke, her fingers tracing the contours of Psylocke's face with a cruel intimacy. Psylocke tried to struggle, but Magik's grip was relentless. She pulled Psylocke's legs apart, her movements rough and unforgiving. Psylocke cried out as Magik's hands tore at her clothes, ripping them off her body. The cold air hit her skin, making her shiver as Magik's eyes roved over her body. Magik's hands moved to Psylocke's thighs, her fingers digging into the skin as she pulled them apart. Psylocke tried to close her legs, but Magik's grip was like a vice. She held Psylocke's legs open, her thumbs pressing into the skin as she positioned herself between Psylocke's thighs. The air seemed to thicken with tension as Magik's eyes locked onto Psylocke's. For a moment, Psylocke thought she saw a glimmer of something else in Magik's eyes, something that looked almost like affection. But it was quickly extinguished, replaced by a cold, calculating gaze. Magik's hands moved to Psylocke's hips, her fingers digging into the skin as she pulled Psylocke's body towards her. Psylocke cried out as Magik's mouth closed around her, the teeth scraping against the skin. The pain was intense, but it was nothing compared to the anguish that gnawed at Psylocke's soul. As Magik's mouth moved, Psylocke felt a surge of fear. She tried to push Magik away, but Magik's grip was relentless. The teeth scraped against the skin, making Psylocke scream in agony. The sound was music to Magik's ears, her eyes gleaming with a feral light as she continued her assault. The pain was a living thing, pulsing with a life of its own. Psylocke felt herself being torn apart, her body screaming in protest. The blood flowed, a crimson river that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Magik's eyes gleamed with a sadistic light as she drank in the sight, her body trembling with pleasure. As the pain reached a crescendo, Psylocke felt herself being pulled under, drowning in a sea of agony. The darkness closed in around her, and she was lost, trapped in a world of pain and despair. Magik's grip was like a vice, holding her in place as she continued her assault. The world narrowed to a single, agonizing sensation - the pain. Psylocke's body screamed in protest, but Magik's grip was relentless. She held Psylocke in place, her eyes gleaming with a feral light as she continued her assault. The sound of Psylocke's screams was music to Magik's ears, a symphony of pain and despair.