Page 158 of Fatality

My legs are shaking, I’m clenching on nothing, aching for more, and my mind is completely blank.

Evren just fucked my mouth and I let him, I could have bite down his cock and ripped it off his body, but I let him.

He even made me have a fucking orgasm all over his fingers.

I hate him, but I hate myself more right now.

I tried to resist, to not be aroused and wet from it.

I was fucking sleeping for God’s sake.

I should have bit his dick off, so why am I that lost?

It really feels like my body has more control than my own brain.

Evren forced himself into my mouth while I was not conscious, I was exhausted, and he still did that.

But, I felt… alive.

Not being asked if it was good, if I was in pain, or just simply basic care.

I am sick.

I disgust myself that I kind of liked the rough treatment.

His fingers past my lips, pushing back some of his cum in my mouth.

“Good girl,” He rasps, his voice hoarse “Now you can kill me.”

And then he smiles, he’s fucking smiling.

That alone infuriates me.

I want to.

But if I’m being honest with myself, right now?

I’m exhausted.

Exhausted from the work, exhausted from everything that’s happened and for the first time since waking up in this nightmare, I don’t have the strength to fight.

He thinks I’m a spoiled brat, that he can use me.

I’ll prove him wrong in the worst way possible.

I’d rather burn myself to ashes than let him get anywhere near me again.

I stare at him, my vision slowly clearing, the haze of exhaustion and the orgasm fading enough for his smirking face to come back into focus.

I blink twice before finally finding my voice.

“You bastard.” I rasp.

“What?” He leans closer. “You seemed to like it when I fucked you with my fingers.”

“You forced me to come.” I whisper, not even able to move a muscle. “You fucked my mouth while I was sleeping, you are disgusting!”

I’m pathetic.