I tremble as he enters, a silent invader with malicious intent. His eyes burn with desire, a cruel predator ready to take what’s mine. The duffle bag he carries hints at the vicious tools of his trade. I’m helpless, a lamb to the slaughter, awaiting my fate.
He binds me tight, my wrists and ankles secured, cutting off my escape. The ropes bite into my skin, a sharp reminder of my vulnerability. He wants me immobile, a living doll for his sick fantasies.
A gag forces my mouth open, silencing my protests. My jaw aches, a prelude to the invasion of my throat. He’ll fuck my mouth with abandon, asserting dominance over my very breath.
Leather straps tighten around my arms, yanking them overhead. I’m spread wide, a wanton display of submission. My body, a canvas for his cruelty, quivers in anticipation.
The sting of his hand across my face startles me. My skin burns, a blazing brand of possession. He twists my nipples, sadistic pleasure reflected in his gaze. I whimper, a sound lost in the gag, as my body betrays my fear.
As he leaves, I’m a broken mess, tied and waiting. Anticipation builds for his return, dreading the continuation of this violent fantasy. My mind screams for freedom, but my body yearns for the pain he’ll bring.
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