Lily was in tears as he touched her, she hated it, hated him. "please stop, I'm not like that. Please I'm begging you." It seemed as if her pleas fell on deaf ears as he continued to touch her. She was sick, nauseous from his touch. She was terrified and her body may have been damp, but the fear she felt gave him little more than that to go on.<br/><br/>He pulled her hair and pulled her back and she screamed, that shrill bloody murder scream. "Please stop, god don't do this to me. I'm a good girl, please, I'm sorry." lily felt something press against her breast. It pierced her skin. He laid her down and the bottle caps dug into her breasts hard. They pinched and dug and she was in s world of pain.<br/><br/>He continued to touch her, but her body was so wracked with fear that even his tender kisses did nothing to her. She was tense and rigid and her body tried to clamp down, not allowing admittance to her untouched sex. Lily could feel it in the Pit of her stomach, she was ready to throw up, or pass out she wasn't sure, but either way, her body was not cooperating with his plans for her, it just was not getting aroused once ounce for him.