The Prey

My breasts throbbed and so did my insides as he rammed deeper an deeper regardless of how many times he had came inside me. I had lost count.

Punishing me for something he himself couldn’t understand.

I had begged. Pleaded. But it didn’t matter. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer with every thrust, until I thought I might break.

It was relentless. Bruising. He had no mercy, no restraint. He wanted to take. And I let him. Cause that’s all a vulnerable woman like me could do.

The bed creaked beneath us, but it wasn’t enough. His rage spilled out. We crashed onto the floor, then...