The two mix in together to the point where she can no longer tell which is which. Up from down. They're both the same thing, now. The pain she feels now... is now a raw pleasure that she can no longer escape from. If he hurt her in any way, she'd just simply revel in it.
So when he nearly pulls out, her eyes grow wide. There's a shock in those violet eyes of hers, but it's not one of happiness, nor relief. No, it's that of a completely different emotion -
Fear.
No, she begs, shocked that he'd even consider to stop. Her lips quiver from underneath him, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.
But that moment is only momentary and fleeting as he steals her for good. Now... nobody else can have her.
She can feel her own hatred and self loathing encapsulate her as she also feels relief that he didn't actually stop. It's funny, really - since when was she allowed to feel this way?
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Pleasure and pain.
Pleasure and pain.
The two mix in together to the point where she can no longer tell which is which. Up from down. They're both the same thing, now. The pain she feels now... is now a raw pleasure that she can no longer escape from. If he hurt her in any way, she'd just simply revel in it.
So when he nearly pulls out, her eyes grow wide. There's a shock in those violet eyes of hers, but it's not one of happiness, nor relief. No, it's that of a completely different emotion -
Fear.
No, she begs, shocked that he'd even consider to stop. Her lips quiver from underneath him, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.
But that moment is only momentary and fleeting as he steals her for good. Now... nobody else can have her.
She can feel her own hatred and self loathing encapsulate her as she also feels relief that he didn't actually stop. It's funny, really - since when was she allowed to feel this way?
That's because...]