Sora’s POV
The rest becomes fragments.
I remember him carrying me and throwing me onto the bed. He holds my bad leg carefully with one hand so it does not bear weight. For the first time in seven years, he protects that leg while f*****g me.
I remember he leaves the lights on. He wants to see me. He wants me to see everything.
Then his thick c**k pushes inside me. He f***s me like a wild beast claiming its prey. No more control. He takes every corner of my body.
I remember him bringing me to the edge again and again, stopping, watching me pant, then smiling that cruel smile of a hunter who has cornered his prey, before starting over.
“If you want it, beg me.”
By the third time, I break.
“Please, Ethan… fuck.”
“Beg me properly, Sora. Say it.”
I hear my own voice. A voice I do not
