“Harry stop!” she yelled. “I can’t…please…” she sobbed from deep in her gut. The pain was like the roar of an angry ocean wave. “Stooooooooooop!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, collapsing forward against the wall – although it was not much comfort.
Before letting her down, Harry waited for the first stirrings of life after her near faint. She wiggled just barely, groaning out of her continuing misery. By then, she could barely think and her f****d up cunt hurt so badly, she wanted to massage the pain away.
That wasn’t possible now, because Harry wasn’t done with her. After pulling her off the rail, he pushed her to the ground, onto her knees. A rope tightened around her throat enough to tug, but not enough to hurt, and then Harry pulled her like a dog from that chamber of hell on
