ELARA
The weight of his body lifted off me with a groan of satisfaction. "Gosh, you are so stiff," he muttered, scorn dripping from his words.
I trembled, consumed by despair. The coarse shackles binding my wrists cut into my flesh, fraying as I strained against them. My waist throbbed from the brutal force of his grip, his calloused hands lingering like a trademark.
And between my legs, a searing ache pulsed raggedly, the evidence of his violation, a reminder of my defilement. The air mingled with the musky reek of our exertions - the stench of shame clinging to my skin.
I felt disgusting, violated to my core. Yet this monster could only remark about my stiffness after ravaging me so completely. His words pierced me deeply. I bit my lower lip, fighting back tears burning beh
