She lay there for what felt like hours, ignoring the sounds that were coming from the environment around her; all she could hear was the buzzing in her ears and the sound of her heart finally slowing. All endorphins had worn off, leaving that sacred spot between her thighs to throb and burn, his cum drying on her thighs. She felt used and hurt, again the word ‘betrayed’ coming to mind; they had promised her father they wouldn’t hurt her.<br/><br/>He had hurt her.<br/><br/>She was seemingly lifeless as Toho moved towards her, eyes fluttering open as she felt his hand slide around her waist. She jerked away, giving a whine of pain as she sat up, cinnamon eyes accusing as she stared at Toho. “Don’t touch me.” She told him, her anger barely concealed as she glowered up at him. Leaning forward, Damita braced her hands against the ground, pushing herself upward – And while it was painful, saving what little was left of her pride was more important.<br/><br/>She was no fragile flower to be broken easily, she refused to quit. Taking one step, then another, Damita stumbled, catching herself against the nearby tree. Leaning against it, a sob was muffled in her hand, eyes closing as she turned her head from Toho. “How could you…” She stated, rather than asked, leaning her head against the rough bark of the tree.<br/><br/>