I thrashed again and bit my lips to stop the scream as I broke into pieces around his invasive fingers. It was colliding, collapsing and dangerous, freeing, something surreal I hadn't felt ever before and I hated myself more than him.
"Stop..." My voice came out as a strained whisper as I pressed my mouth on my arm and cried shutting my eyes. I didn't want to look at him, didn't want to see the smug expressions on his face, I didn't want to see what type of look he had in his eyes. But when his fingers stayed inside me, I shattered. "Stop it, please..." I repeated in the silent darkness, holding onto the vain belief that this man would understand the anguish in my voice.
"No, I won't- not unless you give me what I want. Not to mention, you came undone on my fingers like a horny little w*
