I didn't ask if the men had a harder time looking at her face than I did. She was screaming, loud, ragged screams. The words weren't angry, but the emotion that came with them felt like it would burn a hole through my skin. He didn't look like a man who'd had to say monstrous a lot in his life.
Writhing with his body still thrust deep inside mine, caused my nails to dig deeper, and I set my teeth in his shoulder, screaming into his skin. There was something almost violent in that look. What if we had intercourse and it wasn't enough? What if he just kept pushing, pushing me to do things that I found . They chained his arms spread wide, wrists above his head.
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