<i>I don't want to be your tourniquet, for minor lacerations! </i><br/><br/>Her thoughts were raging trough her mind but all she could do was bite down on the ring that was shoved between her precious full luscious lips, sealing up and muting every thought of expression into his domination.<br/><br/><i>A train is crashing through the wall around my heart every time I will look up at those girls, I can't even protect them..</i><br/><br/>She sunk deeper and deeper into her way-worn and washed-out mind of exhaustion and pain, she wouldn't resist him anymore and felt the straps of leather being tied back tightly on the back of her head, her cheeks scouring on the floor as he pushed her with a certain roughness down she hated so much. She hated him, every fiber, every vein in his body.<br/><br/><i>Every touch, every drip of sweat that would collide on her skin from his pinkish coloured body, his long ears and his sickening green eyes. I hate him..</i><br/><br/>The moment he had let go of the bounds that prevented her to speak, and struggle against his depraved sickness and twisted actions she looked back up over her shoulder. Pushing herself upwards by using her full well-rounded breasts that still ached tremendously like the rest of her body, from the magical enchantment on her collar. She looked up and with eyes filled with a deep and threatening darkness, she just stared at him. Her last resort of defying him, was that her soul still remained hers.<br/><br/>Or so she hoped. She could feel the dripping moist of her sexe that had filled up the room with the sickening arousal she did not want to recognise as her own. She could feel the searing heat of magic pulsing underneath the upper layers of her skin, almost making her moan by the softest stroke of her long hairs that wave over her shoulders with every blow of the wind from the open windows.<br/><br/><i>Oh please let him leave me alone, let him turn around and walk away from my life so he will never touch me. So I will never know how his hands will feel upon that burning skin of my body, how his lips will feel on the softest spots in my neck, and how hard, and hot his... No! I can't think that...</i><br/><br/>And so she sat there, trembling, almost quivering, gagged and bound, with lashings upon her body and a defying look in her eyes that would make a weak man tremble of fear.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>