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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">As the thick, hot fluid poured into her, the female was finally able to breathe. It seemed that finally he'd relaxed enough to drop his hold. The pleasure curdling with being able to breathe again, it was incredible. While she was gasping and trying to steady her racing heart, she felt a pressure against her before she was shoved down to the floor with a rather tired groan. Her body ached; he'd done some damage that would last a fair bit. As he used her body to clean his slick, covered flesh the female winced slightly; she'd been afraid that maybe he wasn't done. Thankfully, he seemed to be dressing and she was free; for the moment. It was only then that she began to feel the shame of what had happened wash over her. He'd just used her like a piece of meat, and she'd enjoyed it. Sure, the plan was to fake enjoyment so he wouldn't see the pain he caused; but he'd done something far more distressing, he'd made her climax, and he'd climaxed right where he shouldn't have.<br/>
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Elena was too busy resting her face against the cold, hard ground to notice what he was doing. She did however, notice the ration he placed just out of her reach. The female simply closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath. Right that moment, she just had to be focused on regaining some of her strength back. There was no way she could handle this for a long period of time, she had to get out. The woman glanced up to see him leaving her, the large stone being pushed to cover the entrance. Her voice was too hoarse to speak, but she tried. Oaths were on the tip of her tongue, but none came out. Once he'd left her in darkness, the female panted softly. Slowly, she rolled onto her side with a good deal of shifting and difficulty. Eventually, she remained on her side, the fluids of the assault trickled out and down toward the floor. It made her livid; she was stuck in a compromising position and she had just been humiliated. How could it get worse?<br/>
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The assassin tried to rest as much as she could, but sleep wouldn't come. She was drowsy enough, aching and incredibly ashamed of herself. Not only for being caught but for the whole ordeal. Her mind swam with concerns of his act, what if he'd gotten her pregnant? The very idea made her want to throw up. So fortunately, she wasn't too hungry to be taunted by the food out of her reach. It didn't take long for her to close her eyes, embracing the cold ground. Somehow, by some miracle, she started to fall asleep. Her usual soft breaths were hoarse, almost as if she was still being choked. Her throat ached, no doubt it was bruised. All she could do was try to ignore the way she hurt and rest. The bindings almost felt non existent considering they'd been the least painful of his torture methods.<br/>
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It was only when the large stone began to grind against the cave that her long, dark lashes fluttered up ever so slowly. A tender groan left her lips, her fragile body curled into a near fetal position, as much as she could move in her restraints. </span>