Fallen
she spat, trying to reclaim some semblance of power.
His smile widened, and he leaned closer, brushing his lips against her ear. “And yet, here you are, completely at my mercy.”
With that, he continued his torment. He spread her legs wide and she tried so hard to closed her legs but what's her strength compare to his?
She couldn’t help the tears that filled her eyes, a mix of fear and despair overwhelming her. In that moment, she felt utterly vulnerable, completely at his mercy. The reality of her submission sank in deeply, and the weight of it threatened to crush her spirit.
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