Lyall was enjoying the rubbing and the grinding, even when he began to do it back it only increased the pressure and therefore the pleasure she received. For a few amazing moments she began to really relax into the experience and enjoy it fully. Those few moments when she began to think that maybe, just maybe they could try and go all the way with one another. That was until...<br/><br/>He growled and she felt her panties being ripped from her body, instantly making her go still...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Mmmm, you're...wet.." He said with a hoarse voice, coated in desire.</span></span><br/><br/>Is what Tyson said but what she heard was...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">â€œJust like a good bitch....wet and eager...â€ </span></span><br/><br/>Her heart began to race a bit as she closed her eyes and tried to not think about that moment, this was not back then, this was Tyson. It was different, he was not going to hurt her, he loved her....<br/><br/>His hands on her body felt good and she could not help but moan, still too afraid to move or do anything, while in her mind she struggled to separate the present with the past.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"God...You...feel..so marvelous and....ready for me." </span></span><br/><br/>Became...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">â€œSo young...tight...untouched...all mineâ€ </span></span><br/><br/>The fingers rubbing and stimulating her only reminding her how last time, even when it was hurting, even when she fought against him, there was still a level of pleasure. It was this fact more then physical and mental pain that messed her up the most. Making her think and feel that she was a dirty and twisted person to even get a minuet amount of pleasure from the ordeal.<br/><br/>â€œTy...Tyson....â€ she managed to get out through trembling lips as a single tear rolled down her cheek, â€œTe...tell me...y...you love me....Tell me you won't hurt me....â€ she said choking back a sob as she tried to find something of the present to hold onto. She needed his voice, she needed his words, she needed Tyson to help her keep from being swallowed into the darkness that was her past.