Sarah
I bury my face into a pillow, refusing to look at him. My neck burns and I feel an ache between my legs as I hear his belt buckle coming undone, followed by the zippers of his pants.
Oh god, it's really happening. He is going to f**k me again. Or use me, as he explained.
Why do I keep letting him, you ask?
Well, what can I say...I'm also using him for my own pleasure. My hatred for him keeps growing, but unfortunately, so is my desire for him.
He tugs my underwear down, fully exposing me to him. I gasp as I feel his hand between my legs. "Hmm...you aren't ready yet, but I can fix that," he says with a smirk.
I don't have the strength to fight him. Why should I? He is the devil himself. I'm becoming the slave to my own flesh, and he is making me this way.
"You are mine, Sarah.
