Luna POV
My body is completely spent, drained of any fight, any resistance. I don’t even have the strength to cry out anymore. I’m trapped in a shell of exhaustion, unable to process the horror of what’s happening. He shifts suddenly, pressing his knees down on my thighs, locking me in place. My eyes, heavy and defeated, watch as he wraps his hand around his c*ck and begins stroking it. His pace quickens, each motion more frantic than the last.
Then, without warning, he releases one of my hands. The rope loosens, and I feel the cold air on my wrist. “Touch me, little deer,” he grunts, f*cking his own hand even faster.
“No!” I manage to snap, but it’s weak, a hollow defiance. His response is immediate—his other hand moves, and the cold blade presses against my throat. Fear shoots through
