This was not the first time they had done things like this, but this was the first time he tried to kill her. She saw that murderous look in his eyes and if she hadn't yelped, moaned, and whimpered, he would have ended her life right there and then.
Damien pulled her back to the floor and hugged her. His anger had subsided and he was now clear-headed but that smile was still hard to come by.
"You can't leave yet." He told her.
"I need a wash. I'm sticky." She replied, trying to hide her anger.
"I'll do it for you, but before then, I'm not satisfied." He pinned her down again and roughly took her for the second time.
"Call me a beast," he compelled her.
She didn't want to respond but he was tearing her softness down there. There was no way she wouldn't bleed after this punishment.
"You are… a beast." She stopped in between words to catch her breath. Not because she was enjoying it but because she was enduring agony.
