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There wasn't much opportunity for me to get air. My ears and face started to turn red, while my lungs felt like they are collapsing all together. He pulled out. As the head of his cock popped past my lips, it was like uncorking a bottle.I collapsed on the floor with my mouth wide open like broken doll. I couldn't talk even as much I tried to provoke him. My voice was completely mute and it was terrifying. Before I could figure it out. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, followed by another switch of position.This time he got on his knees and cradled my head in his hands.Then he thrust into my mouth again. The new position allows him even more force. Each downward plunge feels like it's trying to separate my spine from my skull. “Look at that. Haha! I could see the bulge where my thick cock intruded. Now that's a well trained slutty mouth ”He pulled out all the way until I heard a pop, then he forced his cock all the way back in. His thrusts become deeper, more brutal,

Suprisingly,there was no anger in them.Not even accusation or blame.Just that bottomless, terrifying sorrow.It made me feel more and more guilty.Emily moved without saying a word.She lifted a blanket from a chair and draped it gently over my shoulders, covering my nakedness.“Come on,” she said softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You need medical attention too.” “I…” “Save your voice, Aria. Forcing it won’t help your throat heal,” she cut me off gently. I nodded slowly. “Can you stand?” she asked.I tried to push myself up, but my limbs were leaden, disconnected, and my throat so sore that even breathing hurt. “I can’t move… I… don’t think I can…” A fresh wave of sobs wracked me. “Emily… Daniel is gone because of me. Hate me. Please. It’s justifiable. Hate me!” Emily paused, then slowly knelt in front of me. Her hands came up to cup my face, forcing me to look at her. Softly, her thumbs brushed away the tears on my cheeks—so tenderly that I felt like breaking down.

When I woke up again, the first thing I recognized was the opulent ceiling of the room. A fog of confusion lifted just enough for me to see a stranger in a white coat pressing a stethoscope to my chest, and Emily hovering just behind him, her face pale with worry. The faint scent of lavender filled the air, and soft light streamed in through the high glass windows. The sheets beneath me were silk, the room large and familiar. Yes—this was the same room I’d been in the day I met Emily in this hell of a place. What did she call it again? My quarters.A luxury cage made for me. The man in the white coat, probably the doctor, started cleaning my arm with alcohol, while Emily sat beside him, clasping my hand gently. “Hey…” she whispered. “You’re safe now, Aria. It’s okay.” Safe? I never wished to be safe. I wanted it all to end. All this nightmare—for good. Where is the angel of death when you need them? The doctor finished what he was doing and gave me a faint nod before pul