He invades my body like a parasite would, an unwelcome tenant that leeches from my life force to feed his own. The sharp point of his knife finally breaks skin, and his blade glides across my stomach, drawing out a sharp yelp. Blood bubbles from the wound, and he moves his hips faster in response. “Fuck, that’s so pretty,” he groans breathlessly. A tear slips past my eye, and I pray he’s too distracted to notice. He only cuts me deeper when I cry. He wants me to writhe beneath the piercing metal and get off on the pain as he does. He wants me to enjoy this, and when he sees that I’m not, it
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WHO IS ENJOYING THIS
