She begs him to stop
Her throat raw and aching
She scratches at his face
Her strength rapidly fading
The realisation is sudden
It hits her painfully enhanced
All control is lost
He's the one in command
She automatically retreats
Into the back recesses of her subconsciousness
Her body is no longer hers
She trusted the wrong man and this is the consequence
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 3:44 AM UTC
She begs him to stop
Her throat raw and aching
She scratches at his face
Her strength rapidly fading
The realisation is sudden
It hits her painfully enhanced
All control is lost
He's the one in command
She automatically retreats
Into the back recesses of her subconsciousness
Her body is no longer hers
She trusted the wrong man and this is the consequence
the consequence of trusting the wrong man
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