My ears are buzzing with pain. It's hard for me to breathe. It's even worse than it was then on the roof, with a bag on his head. Even the masked man, even his touches, were not as disgusting to me as Seryozha and his preparatory frictions. With his wet and sugary lust, which has already left a wet spot on his underpants. He rubs against my bare thigh, pinching my shoulders with his lips. I can't squeeze myself in there like I did under the kidnapper. I am open and dry. Crushed by a heavy, alien body swaying on top of me.

Seryozha slightly raises her hips. His wet...