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Eyes lock.

Fingers intertwine.

She pulls away, only to be seized by her partner.

He lets her go, she stumbles onto the floor as he starts to undress her.

Tears roll down her eyes, she tries to scream but she can’t.
Not with her mouth bounded.

He tugs on her clothes, seemingly endless amounts of cloth wrapped around a body he’s been waiting to get his fingers on for ages.

In his eyes, a genuine, complete love.

In his eyes, a true emotion. A true love only rarely felt, almost never expressed.

He rips the tape from her mouth as she gasps for a breath before he shoves his lips onto hers.

She bites him, he recoils.

“Please, Professor,” she heaves between tears and between breaths, “Please let me go.”

He ignores her, rendered deaf, thoughtless with emotion.
He finally gets the clasp open on her bra.

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