His teeth graze the soft skin beneath the hard line of my jaw, while his wicked slippery tail ventures ever further toward my opening. Without his voice, I would succumb to the madness; choosing to hide deep within myself rather than face this remorseless pleasuring. “That’s right you son-of-a-bitch, I’ve got the power; it’s my body-”
I stop abruptly, when he grabs my arm firmly and shakes me. I stand as close to it as I can, bracing myself for what I must do next. Furious tears well up in my eyes. Rivulets of lava seep down through numerous cracks, cooling and hardening, adding to the texture of the cave. My throat closes as a lump of coal from this eternal inner flame lodges itself there. The handmaid offers me more water, which I decline by turning my head away. My head lolls to one side and feels as if it has been stuffed full of cotton; I can’t even muster up any panic, let alone figure out what’s wrong with me. No! I fear what he might try next; maybe bring back some awful metal tool to keep
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