Anyone taking part in any cnc/bdsm/rp scene should have a safe word and MUST respect it. This is a story, however, where that doesn’t happen.
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Ella had been a scared, indecisive girl as long as she could remember. It hadn’t changed when she became an adult, stuck in a job that she hadn’t actively chosen herself, where daily she got walked over by her peers that had more confidence in their ideas. She had never been impulsive, liking to think of herself as in control, and calculated, when in fact she had never really made decisions, just letting the universe make them for her. So when the guy she’d casually hooked up with a week or two ago suggested trying out something different in the bedroom she agreed, despite everything in her gut telling her that jumping into this was a bad idea.
She was still hesitant after all he’d laid out bare for her. It was going to be different this time. Very different to the “vanilla” sex she had been having. But she couldn’t resist the feeling of being drawn to him, like a moth to a light. Ironic considering the fate of the moth, she thought. He’d walked off into the next room, generously giving her the time and space to consider her final decision. The door was right there, still unlocked, she knew if she walked out then and there he wouldn’t chase her. He would accept it, as he had many times before with others that hadn’t been brave enough, or stupid enough to even consider this preposition.
She cursed at her indecisiveness, wondering if he was starting to question the wait. It was a lot to consider though. And it came down to whether she trusted him. She hadn’t even answered that question but her fingers were already unbuttoning her coat, making her decision for her. Perhaps it was the only time she had actively chosen something for herself. She walked to the door, hung up her coat and locked it. She knew he’d be listening out for it, and mark every click of her heeled steps to his bedroom. With the amount of women that had probably accepted this offer he probably knew how many steps it took to get from the door to the bedroom. That twisted some ugly feeling inside of her and she stopped herself from looking back at the entrance. Comparing herself to the past females wouldn’t do any good. She steeled herself, and pressed on, not caring that he’d be curious about what caused that final hesitation.
He had the decency to pretend to look surprised as she approached him. But the pause before the door had told him enough, she still wasn’t sure about him, and this. The door was meant to be the final decision. He had explained that to her. And yet here she was, shyly, innocently, walking up to him. As if she didn’t realise what this weak show she was putting on would do to him…would make him want to do to her? She finally stood in front of him. So small, so beneath him, he couldn’t think-
“-It stops when I say red.” She said it quietly, but with a firmness that made him unsure if it was a question, a clarification of their terms or just a reminder for herself.
He sat down to meet her eyes,
“Yes. And I don’t judge you for when you do, every woman has a limit.”
Her nose crinkled slightly when he’d said every woman. Perhaps a bad choice of words considering her past relationships had been conservative, monogamous, and her sex had probably never been so…casual. He smiled to himself, introducing her to this would be fun. And the retrospective jealousy? Interesting, he made a mental note to explore that later.
She straddled him and he didn’t move his eyes from hers, not even as her breasts brushed past his chest as she settled in his lap. His hands slid up her thighs and round to her backside. She gasped when he pulled her closer, a line of heat passing through her as she felt the outline of him through his trousers.
“That’s better now isn’t it?”
She stared up blankly at him, dirty talk had never been her thing. Or maybe none of the men before had tried enough for her to enjoy it and reciprocate. She hated how she must look right now, all a bundle of nerves, mouth slightly open as if to force herself to say something back. Part of her just wanted to get this foreplay part over with since her uncertainty and overthinking were blatantly obvious to him. The silence was stilted, but he didn’t seem as uncomfortable as she did. His eyes traced her lips with such intent, and smirked,
“Are you going to reply?”
No. Yes. She wanted to.
And in that moment she truly felt her inexperience, and her insecurities surrounding those other women who would’ve easily offered up some sexy, enticing reply. Fuck them and fuck him teasing her about it.
One hand tugging on his hair, the other the back of his head she kissed him savagely, just to wipe the smirk off his face. It wasn’t sweet, and it probably wasn’t the behaviour he’d been looking for but she’d needed to shut out the other burning thoughts.
He let her lead for a second, even letting her get away with biting his upper lip before he took control, starting with securing her hands behind her back. She sat up straighter, almost pulling away but he didn’t let her – not as he forced her lips open with his, claiming her, tasting her, showing her how he was going to dominate every aspect of her being. He started grinding into her slowly, teasingly, with cruel intention behind every motion of his hips. Her breathing turned ragged, even shallow and in a low more carnal voice than she was used to hearing he said,
“Do you know how easy it is to turn you on?”
She squirmed on top of him as his hand found her neck, squeezing just enough for her to feel how vulnerable she truly was to his strength.
“It’s pathetic.”
Since he had started pressing into her, just where he knew she needed it, all sense of herself had vanished. Part of her wondered if what he was saying was true, but either way she couldn’t seem to get her voice to be anything more than a quiet, stumbling plea,
“Don’t call me that. I’m not… I’m not pathetic.”
He noticed the stutter. He never missed any detail like that, and he knew what it meant, she was already getting dragged into the dynamic.
“I will call you whatever I want, especially if it’s true. You know you’re pathetic, don’t try to pretend otherwise.” He pressed harder around her throat, enough for it to hurt. Enough for her to become scared.
As her panic started to rise she went to remove his hand from her neck but he grabbed her wrist before she could. It was a tight, unforgiving touch. She knew it was going to leave a bruise the next morning. And so did he. He liked marking her as his. She tried to pull it out of his grip, to not feel so easily overpowered, and he chuckled.
“You can’t escape this, you had your opportunity to earlier and you were stupid enough to join me. But don’t worry, I always enjoy a bit of a struggle.”
“Let me go.” Some of that boldness had returned, her voice actually tinged with disgust. And at seeing his face turn into an intimidating smile, as if she’d done exactly what he’d wanted, she realised she’d fucked up. She expected him to raise his voice or hit her but he lent in and whispered into her ear,
“You don’t tell me what to do, and you’ll regret taking that tone with me.”
With her wrist already in the grip of one hand he took her other and twisting her body effortlessly around onto the sheets he pinned them above her head. He grew harder when he saw the slight fear in her eyes from being fully restrained. Those eyes then followed his hand as it travelled along her skin, leaving light scratches on the surface of her breasts before he pushed her bra down and slowly circled around her nipple. His thumb and forefinger pinched and pulled them hard enough to cause her some discomfort. With her winces encouraging him he bent down and mimicked what he was doing with his fingers on the other breast with his tongue and his teeth.
Every second of his playing made it harder for her to hide her desperation, and he knew what this was doing to her. The wetness awaited him under her skirt. He was patient though. Only wanting to take her if she truly begged for it, so that she would remember clearly that she had given herself to him like this; to use her body and hurt her, to make her regret asking for it in the first place.
He moved away from her nipple and bit down nearby, hard. Her gasp at the unexpected pain was so rewarding, and he turned his bite into a kiss to sooth the area and reward those little noises of hers.
“Please. Please fuck me.” Her plea was quiet, it wasn’t good enough. He continued toying with her, and more aggressively she demanded,
“I want you to fuck me.”
At that he pulled away quickly. And she didn’t manage to hide the frown on her face from the sudden lack of attention. He’d punish that error of hers later, she needed to be taught how little her pleasure mattered. And that he’d only use her needs as a weapon against her, to manipulate her into staying, into taking him over and over until she realised she was owned, dependent on him alone. Addicted to whatever he’d inflict on her. And by the time she’d realised it, it would be too late, she’d never leave.
The innocent confusion written on her face demanded an explanation as to why he’d stopped. All he could think of while raising his hand to her cheek was how he’d ruin that pretty face of hers. Later he would. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, the most gentle and intimate he’d be with her tonight. His voice was too calm, dangerous as he explained,
“You beg politely if you want something and even then I’ll ignore you because your pleasure doesn’t matter. I need you frustrated, wet for me.”
He paused before adding, “and it doesn’t take much does it?”
Embarrassed at hearing the truth, she shook her head at him,
“Fuck you.”
He smirked again, like the smug asshole he was, “Patience.”
To her dismay when he rolled his hips into her again this time the ache for more grew. She hated it. This control he had over her. The arrogance in his admittance that he had no intention of making it good for her. With her hands now free she shoved his shoulder, actually managing to move out from under him. Some part of her knew that he had let her, which was worrying. She ignored it and while adjusting her top to cover herself, she snarled,
“I deserve more than just being used, I don’t want whatever sick thing-“
“-You deserve nothing.” He interrupted, his correction only furthering her annoyance, “And you do want this. You’ve been asking for it already. Look at the skirt you chose to wear, look how short it is. You want to be objectified, you want to be reduced to my little fucktoy.”
It sounded so sensual, so degrading, and… it rang true.
He paused to admire her, his eyes tracing every part of her so thoroughly the clothes might as well have not been there. She couldn’t stop the heat rising to her cheeks in that moment, never having felt so laid out, and undressed from just a fucking look. She tried to regain herself, scrambling for some semblance of control in a situation where every part of her wanted to just hand it over to this man,
“Don’t tell me what I want…”
She hesitated, before saying her next words,
“And I’m not your little fucktoy.”
He dragged his eyes away from her body slowly, as if it was a challenge to take his eyes off it, only to meet her stare, his burning with such raw anger and intensity. Had he ever been refused before? The rage softened, and then became something else entirely. He stroked her cheek once again, the gentleness so contrary to his next words,
“If you don’t lie down and let me fuck you, I’ll tie you down and fuck you anyways.”
She flinched at the last part, his intentions truly dawning on her. She…. didn’t have a choice? No of course not, her only choice had been at the door and now she’d given it up. Was it a mistake? She judged the distance between her and the exit, but the look cost her, caught off guard, it was enough time for him to cage her in his arms, limiting her escape yet again. He wasn’t even touching her but somehow his amusement from her shock intimidated her enough that she shrank back into the wall terrified. Her voice wobbled, that rebellion gone,
“Don’t threaten me like that…please. You’re scaring me.” He ignored her, approaching closer.
“You’re scaring me.” She repeated more seriously.
She couldn’t press herself anymore into the wall behind her, needing the support to not collapse, especially as he said,
“Think about it, you wouldn’t be able to stop me, would you?”
She had no chance against him.
She could see herself slapping him, him letting her run, to make her believe she might be able to avoid it, only to subdue her by the door, to fuck her rough as she cried reaching out so close to her freedom before he dragged her back to the bed screaming by her hair to tie her down for later use. She also imagined him enjoying all of it.
She blanched, and he leant in so his mouth hovered by her ear, his erection pressing at her belly,
“Someday I’ll do whatever you just imagined. I like seeing you this scared of me.”
She couldn’t move, paralysed by the hunger in his eyes, the glint of sadistic joy, and also by the hand she now felt caressing her inner thigh, in teasing circles that pushed ever closer to where she didn’t want it. She tried to direct it away from that damning wetness. But he knew what she was trying to conceal from him, his hand dipped there, pulling her pants aside to feel her slickness. Smiling with approval even as she lowered her head, her shoulders shaking with fear and shame of how turned on she was.
“You said you didn’t want this but your body says something else. The next time you lie to my face like that, I will gag you so your screams won’t be heard by anyone. Do you understand?”
She nodded unable to make eye contact as that finger of his pushed into her. He frowned, unhappy with her response, as he continued to feel her, he grabbed her chin forcefully towards him. Levelling his gaze at her while pushing two fingers in this time,
“Say it.”
Her breasts tightened at his voice, at what his fingers were doing inside her. Her body kept betraying her for him, she hated it. She hated the moan she was desperately trying to contain.
With defiance in her eyes she opened her mouth as if she was going to say one of her smart quips back at him. But stopped herself from saying anything as he brushed over her clit with his thumb, daring her to upset him. She was too vulnerable, his hand seeming to command her every action, she pursed her lips. He took it as her surrendering,
“Good girl. Now repeat what I said.” She shivered, trying to ignore her need for him to call her that again. She couldn’t allow herself to be affected so easily just by a name, it was pathetic. Exactly like he’d said she was.
She waited too long to answer him and he shoved his fingers in deeper, it hurt.
Through gritted teeth she repeated his promise,
“You’ll gag me if I lie again and no one will hear my screams.”
“Uh uh, not no one, I‘ll make sure I can hear them, don’t worry. I like a little bit of encouragement.”
He pushed the straps of her top off her shoulders, noticing that her nipples peaked. So tempting and sensitive. He flicked one, and she jolted from it, unintentionally moving her hips so she was further onto his fingers. She gasped out,
“Why?”
He knew she wasn’t asking him why he was teasing her. She was asking why he got off on the power, her pain, her forced submission. Why he liked her fighting back against him. Why he was harder than he’d ever been before, just from the idea of taking her unwillingly, it would be so easy for him.
Had he always been like this? He pulled his fingers out,
“Because I can.” He put them to her mouth, and angled her head so she could suck on them. Taste the lies she had fed him about not being turned on, about finding any of this sick. She didn’t, it excited her. And she wanted to see how dark he could get. Maybe something was wrong with her too. So she bit down. Enough to hurt him. Enough to get a reaction and rile him up.
He simply laughed at her attempt. And with his other hand wrapped around her neck he pushed her into the bed, back under him.
That hand was enough to stop her getting up, although she desperately tried, while he undid his trousers. Her eyes fixated on how hard he was beneath that, the size… it made her nervous. And the look he had on his face… it told her he wasn’t going to be gentle, he’d demand everything she had to give. The part of her that was horrified by what she was about to allow him to do to her had her struggling again. He’d just keep taking from her, pushing her for more until she’d break. Was this going to be that time?
He placed his legs either side of her small frame, it trapped her arms to her sides.
“Open your mouth.”
He would barely fit in her mouth, how did he expect her to-
“Don’t keep me waiting.” He warned.
She opened it slightly, leaning forward so that her tongue could sweep over his head and lightly suck him. He watched her timidly take his base in her small hands, had she ever done this before?
“You can take more in that mouth of yours I think.” He pushed deep into her while holding her head in place. She struggled not to gag as he forced himself down her throat, further. He started fucking her face properly then, watching her eyes fill with tears from the gagging, her hands no longer around him but trying to push him off.
Poor thing probably hadn’t ever been face fucked before, he thrust harder revelling in her discomfort. He wrapped his hand around the base of her skull, a handful of her hair and tipped her head so she could take him deeper. She hadn’t expected him to go this fast, to be this aggressive. Some of the tears weren’t just from the gagging, she’d changed her mind but couldn’t do anything against the man above her, using her. He pulled out momentarily and continued jerking off above her,
“I’m not done fucking your mouth, keep it open and ready for me.”
“No more.” She shook her head. “It’s too much, I can’t do this.”
“You can. And you will. You agreed to this remember?”
“No. I didn’t realise it would be like-“
“You knew exactly what this was. Don’t lie to me.”
He was going to ruin her, even the fighting here, pressuring her to stay, it felt so good. She was stubborn but he could get anyone to change their mind. And if she didn’t, he’d take her anyways.
She wiped the tears from her face, still shaking her head, “Red”.
He moved off her and she jumped out from under him, hoping to feel more in control, safer… she didn’t feel either. Despite saying the safe word, there was still that unease she’d felt before in her gut. Standing closer to the door now there was a new glint in his eye, she didn’t like it. He stood up to follow her, and she backed away until the door was behind her, she was calculating how long it would take her to run.
“Just try it out a little longer, you’ll learn to enjoy it.” He approached her like she was some wild animal that needed coaxing, and calming, probably to lead them into their slaughter. Something about her standing away from him repulsed, and terrified had his cock twitching again. He’d never intended to take it this far but she looked even more delicious when she acted bratty, she probably didn’t even realise it. He had to have her.
“You’re a patronising fuck with some fucked up way of getting off. I’m leaving.” She twisted the handle, and at feeling the resistance of some lock watched his smile turn serpentine with glee.
“Oh baby, you don’t know what you want. You’ve always been scared and indecisive. Let me take that decision from you.”
She tried again more desperately, this time turning her back to him and pushing her foot against the door for more leverage. He snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her away from her escape, while she was kicking and screaming for someone to hear her. It was a valid attempt but he was going to get what he wanted. He threw her on the bed and she instantly scrambled to the opposite end. She didn’t know how much he loved a chase and her skittishness just added to the ease by which he’d subdue her again and again. He grabbed her ankle and she screamed again as he dragged her towards him.
When he pushed up her skirt and yanked her pants down, she tried to kick him away but it was no use. She was crying,
“I said the safe word. Stop. *STOP already.* Please, *please stop it*.”
He shook his head while continuing to remove them,
“Don’t make it difficult for me or I’ll make it last longer.”
He moved back over her and she spat on his face, trembling,
“No. Fuck you.”
He stilled at that. It was a good show of strength. But the panic in her voice gave away the truth. And while he was overwhelmed by flashing ideas of how to punish her, he knew what she was actually doing: delaying him. He wiped off the spit and smiled. His fingers painfully dug into her soft hips as he dragged them closer to his and settled between her legs.
She was squirming under him properly now. Whimpering that this was rape, he shut out her whining, focusing on her eyes, filled with that intoxicating fear.
“You can say the safe word again, go on.”
He looked at the hope in her eyes,
“Red.” And watch it wink out as he pressed into her, she was tender from his fingers before so even him pushing at her entrance was already a mixture of pain and pleasure. He turned towards the sound of her pained moans and when he spoke there was none of the person she’d known before all of this, just thick, heavy, desire,
“Am I hurting you?” He paused above her.
“Yes.” She sucked in a breath to bear it, saying fuck you constantly under her breath.
At her admittance of pain, she swore he grew harder, pushing further against her aching insides. There was such pleading in her eyes, he would’ve pitied her but wrecking her would be just as sweet. And what he said next made her even more nervous.
“Good. I want it to hurt more this time, you can take a little pain can’t you baby.”
It wasn’t a question.
Even then, she started to reply in protest but couldn’t get any words out when he continued to push into her, no concern in his eyes, just heat. He placed the flat of his thumb against her clit, massaging it firmly, and slowly. At this she jerked in surprise at the sensation, the initial pleasure masking the pain as he rocked further inside her. But the pain was still there, and as he filled her she struggled more. Trying to push him away, off her, it was no use. He muffled her pained cries covering her mouth with his in a kiss and continued to relentlessly roll his thumb over her harder and harder to distract her. He was so close to being fully inside her, but decided to pull out an inch, staring down at the worthless thing that looked so relieved to have a second of pause. He let go of its wrists. It looked up at him confused. But he wanted to let it think that it had some more control in the matter. It looked at where they were joined and then back to him, utterly conflicted, turned on while terrified, just how he liked it,
“I can’t… please, you’re hurting me, you’re scaring me, I don’t want it anymore. I said I don’t want it anymore.”
Any other person might’ve been sympathetic to such a well mannered plea. But he was disgusted, she had one job, and she couldn’t seem to do it? She had begged for him to fuck her and now she couldn’t handle it? Watching her calculate if she’d begged politely enough to warrant stopping so early on was entertaining. Watching the moment she realised that it wasn’t good enough was even better. She started resisting him immediately, even trying to get away, saying no repeatedly, but he didn’t notice that, not as he pinned her back down, ultimately stronger than her, spread her legs further apart, covered her mouth and thrust into her fully while pulling her hips toward him. She screamed into his hand, tears in her eyes when he pulled out to the tip he drove back into her as forcefully as before, just to hear that sound of hers again. He finally registered her apologising for even asking for it to stop. Repeating “I’m sorry” like it was a mantra, as if that would convince him to ease up.
He didn’t need to hold her wrists anymore, he knew she wouldn’t try to escape after this. In long strokes he pulled her hips to meet his, slamming into her, giving her no reprieve with any other stimulation.
Through her moans she managed to beg him,
“Please, please more gentle, I can’t-.”
But he wasn’t feeling generous today, she’d pissed him off calling the safe word so early, before judging him for his kinks. He shook his head and reminded her,
“I want you to feel me properly. You’re not to enjoy this.”
He started twisting slightly at the end of every thrust, she could see his thoughts behind each, *punish her, use her, fill her like the pathetic whore she is*. The pain was fading into a dull constant ache now as she adjusted to him, forced to accommodate his body taking over hers. And still he rolled into her, groaning ever so slightly when he started hitting her deeper. When it hit her cervix she restarted her screaming, even his hands over her mouth, smothering her, couldn’t contain the guttural sounds.
“Be *quiet*, just take it.”
As he fucked her harder she couldn’t contain herself, even as he slapped her, her crying got louder.
He roughly turned her over, one hand pressing down on her neck, so that her face was shoved into the pillow. She couldn’t lift herself up while he arranged her to his liking. With an arm around her abdomen he lifted her up, nudging her knees slightly wider so that he could see her properly bared for him. He pulled her hands behind her back, tying them together with something silky, it was a kinder restraint than his hands. She pulled against them, the knot holding fast. He placed his hand over hers, stopping her attempt,
“None of that. I’m not letting you go until I’m finished with you.”
The authority in his voice made a shiver go up her spine. He felt her, two fingers sliding into her, but pulled out almost instantly.
She raised her head and turned it to see him using her wetness to pump his hand over his dick. The shock of him stopping, giving her a small reprieve had her thinking, about how she got into this situation. She shouldn’t have trusted him. When they locked eyes, he started moving towards her like a predator, she faced ahead, bracing herself as she felt the mattress sink where he knelt directly behind her. Nothing came.
“I want you to look at me. I want to see your reaction. And I want you to see me getting off to it.”
She didn’t turn her head, not even as he started rubbing lube around a place where no one had touched her before. Oh she thought, it would be this type of punishment. The uncertainty of trying something new gripped her, she felt the anxiety welling up,
“Please I-“
“-shhh shhh, do what I say.” He silenced her. She bucked when he slipped his thumb into her arse, a different type of hurt that was unexplored.
“I’m not fucking you in the arse until I can see your face,” he growled, expectant and demanding.
She couldn’t do it, too focused on that thumb turning and pushing in further, her arse clenching at the foreign feeling. He grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted it until her skull hurt saying,
“You should really learn to follow my instructions better. You’d enjoy this a lot more then. This wouldn’t be rape if you just went along with it.”
He pulled his thumb out and she didn’t have time to recover before he was pressing into her arse. When he pushed hard enough for her to open up, the pain was so much sharper, deeper, internal and she found herself groaning to get through it as he slid in and in and in.
When she opened her eyes he was staring down at her, unfeeling dominance as he got off to her reaction.
“God you’re so *tense*, relax, you want to make this easier for me.”
He ran his hands down her back, along her sides to calm her, arriving at her cheeks. He kneaded them, and watched for the exact moment her face showed calm before arching his hips to push into her even further. She cried out, her eyes opening wide with the hurt of betrayal, of fear. It was delicious to him. He looked at where he entered her, pulling out to see his dick perhaps redder than before, he pulled her hips towards him slowly. This time she was quiet when he entered her as if she’d been broken, all her loud cries spent, and that now she would take it, accept that he would do anything he wanted to her. But he frowned in disappointment. It wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted her screaming again, fighting still against his cruelty. He shook her, to try and get some response, she choked holding back tears from the pain. He knew he had to push her a little.
He carried on fucking her arsehole, her now limp body bowing to his will, his relentless rhythm. He raised his hand and slapped her. She spasmed at the first one. At the second her whole body jolted and her breathing became heavier. At the third she couldn’t help the small, weak sound that escaped her mouth. Each one was getting harder, each one was branding her with a burning handprint on her arse saying she was owned by him. Labelled by his markings, so that when she’d be unable to sit down later she’d remember how she’d chosen this. By the fourth she screamed. By the fifth she started weeping, she may have been asking why he was doing it, why he was sick enough to get off on hurting her but he didn’t care to answer, focusing on his pleasure.
Her resistance, and pain were like drugs to him. And he’d force her to supply it over and over like an addict.
By the sixth she begged him to stop, but he just pushed into her harder, making sure that each thrust made contact with where he had hit her. To drag it on. To feed on her agony, and the power he felt inducing it.
He let her pull at the restraints, her fight finally rekindled, enough that made the tie tightened around her wrists, marking her skin with red. He wrapped a hand around the tie and pulled. Her back arched, yanked upward by her arms. Now he had her screaming properly. And he continued to use her, bruising her insides as he thrust so hard she was lifted off the bed and just falling back onto him through gravity. She noticed as his thrusts became less furious that he was close, she begged him,
“Not in me please I-.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist, restricting her from moving away from him,
“You’re gonna take my cum, I don’t care”
“No no no please it’s against what we agreed-“ she choked as her eyes filled with tears. She didn’t want to be defiled like that, insides stained…with him.
“I’m going to fill you up and you’ll be grateful for it. Do you understand?”
“Not inside me pleas-“
“Shut up.” He bit the words out, holding himself from finishing. She became frantic, not caring that it might upset his fun. But even her struggling couldn’t do anything against him pushing himself deeper, his thrusts now pinning her into the bed so she couldn’t try anything. The tears slipped out of her eyes then, as it finally hit her, what was happening. He groaned as he came inside her, and she felt some of its sickening warmth drip down her leg when he pulled out. She couldn’t move from where he’d had her, her entire body just trembling from his assault.
The one time she was sure she’d made a decision, and again, the universe had taken it away from her. All she could see was the colour red as he roughly cleaned her up and kicked her out.
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