Isalisk listened to his groans, his moaning sounds that made her want to scream out in terror from what he was feeling at her expense. She found herself instead speechless, the only sounds coming forth were her growing whimpers and light tones of sorrow and panic, still so soft and almost melodic despite her nightmare. As her wrists were torn away and brought above her once more, her torso thrashed around in dismay, her chest moving despite still being against his in a slight bounce of his harsh movements.<br/><br/>Her legs writhed slightly when he took hold of one of them and brought it higher up, the feeling of him getting a better anchor inside of her causing her to openly grit her teeth to the black sky. The pain had almost completely faded by now, though her body was still desperately fighting against the invasion by pressing hard against his parts and making each of his thrusts require more effort than it could have. She didn't want to feel this way, for it was something that made her step outside of her own body and look upon it with a mix of disbelief. Though it was clear she did not want this, there was a rushing gush of pressure inside of her telling her otherwise, and it was embarrassing to behold. Her skin flushed a bit pink from the blood that was pumping through her, showing some of her shame along with her own horrendous, unwarranted pleasure she was desperately trying to fight.<br/><br/>The walls of her delicate entrance had grown wet, sending shivers up her body as he seemed to torture her the sensation of him claiming her, or rather ruining her. Her body flexed upwards and against him as she gasped for more air, quickly gritting her teeth some more as her eyes grew wide and she stared into his eyes. She could not let him see her like this, not with what he was doing to her. If there was a shred of himself imprisoned, she feared that any of these movements of mutiny her body was performing against her would make him become ashamed of her, make him perhaps even hate her. She did not want to feel this way, but she could not run. She was trapped, and the only way she could fight was by suppressing herself as much as possible from the pounding sensation of the monster above her.<br/><br/>So entranced in her thoughts, she did not notice herself let out a moan; her voice immediately broke out into a terrified cry afterwards, as if asking for forgiveness for such a sound to escape her lips.