He spoke, his raspy voice like the sound of an old record, played through my ears. “What’s the matter, Sweetheart? We’re just having a little fun.” He leans in to kiss me and his lips, just like his hands, felt like sandpaper on my skin.

With a muffled cry, I whimpered, my child like begging only makes him want me more. He steps in between my legs; the sound of his belt clasp releasing reassures me of his devilish intentions. I struggle some more, only causing the ropes that bound me, to tighten their grip.

He penetrates me, his member tearing me slightly as he thrusts. I wince and let out a high yip; A small tear forming in the corner of my eye. He continued on, forcing himself deeper and deeper for every thrust, faster and faster as the seconds ticked by.

He was getting rougher, clawing at my body and thrusting with increasing force. It was as though the animal inside him had been set free; released from the cage in which it had been pent up for so long.