<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"It's ok, Lea. It's ok." </span><br/><br/>Carlos' voice was surprisingly soft as he pulled out and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her towards his chest. She was still sniffling as she came down from the sexual rollercoaster Delgado had put her through. The pain pills she had taken earlier were beginning to kick in and it was probably a good thing as ever inch of her body hurt from the abuse. Her muscles felt like they had melted and she hadn't any energy left to fight.<br/><br/>Delgado hugged her then tilted her face upwards to give her a tender kiss. She relaxed completely, sighing at the gentle treatment. While she would later admit that the sex had been fantastic, at the moment she was too worn out to appreciate anything but the current soft treatment from Carlos. The kiss to Lea was like finding a glass of ice water in hell. She was incredibly thirsty for the delicate attention, desiring nothing more than to be loved, something that she had been denied most of her life.<br/><br/>She leaned into the kiss, returning it tiredly, their legs tangling together as she snuggled closer to him. She was crying again, but this time because she couldn't remember the last time anyone had kissed her so sweetly. Even after everything Carlos had put her through, she still craved his attention and love. She knew, though, that it was likely temporary. She was just some whore he could fuck and she would never amount to anything else.<br/><br/>Lea pulled away from his lips with that thought, her chin quivered some and she tucked her head under his chin to hide her face as she began to silently cry. He only wanted to hurt her--to use her for his own pleasure. She would only ever be a whore, a dirty slut with no prospects in life and only a dancing pole to keep her company. She clutched him tighter, willing him to disappear and stay all at once. She still couldn't decide if she had always loved him or if she hated him.<br/><br/>Only one thing was for sure and that was that Lea was desperately terrified of being alone again.