She was tired, drained in all reality; there was plenty of will left to fight, though no energy to do so. There had been too much pain, too much force and too much blood for her to want to even try and comprehend anything at that very moment. Having been naïve when she met Toho, there was no longer any of that left, only a jaded outlook on sexual acts in general – If all of them hurt this badly, then she wanted no part of them. She would do what she had to out of obligation alone and the rest be damned.<br/><br/>Or so she thought at this point anyway.<br/><br/>She remained awake, having gone limp in his hands, taking it instead of fighting against it. She instead let anger build up slowly; allowing tears of self-loathing and pain to roll silently down her dirt-streaked cheeks. His climax surprised her enough to get a sound not unlike that of a growl, Damita feeling that small cavern fill to the brim before his juices leaked around his shaft and rained down upon her thighs. Finally his hands left her body, leaving her to wobble before she simply collapsed, exhausted and hurting. Damita had enough dignity left to reach around and pull the skirt down and over her ass, covering her abused pussy before she allowed herself a respite, eyes closing tight, a delicate hand coming up to wipe away fresh tears.<br/><br/>It was over, for the moment.<br/>