I move to the fireplace, pile crumpled newspaper in it, then the wood on top. A fat finger burrows in my hole until it finds the resistance of my hymen. I won’t go back home. I crash to the cobblestones and feel a hot fluid flow on my face. My nipples and ample tits mash against the coarse building, more discomfort, more pain. I cry, scream, beg, and he ignores it all. I crash to the cobblestones and feel a hot fluid flow on my face. If you don’t like that sort of thing, um, why read it? He just keeps fucking, fucking, humping like some mad dog fucking a bitch in heat. Rape hurt, but maybe now I can just put it behind me. I cry, scream, beg, and he ignores it all. I rush back to my room, a cold, barren room in an abandoned house. He just keeps pumping. I cry, scream, beg, and he ignores it all. Rape hurt, but maybe now I can just put it behind me.
