Ahhhh... I-I can't breathe.... It stings.... But I trust you, Kain.... I want to please you.... Make things right between us. So if that's what it takes for me to do that, then so be it. Just tell me when it's time to stop and let me catch my breath, okay?

Ahhh... you feel so big in my mouth.... So thick and hard.... It's making me crazy with need.... I can hardly breathe around you, but it's the most incredible feeling.... I want to take every drop of your essence into me.... Make me yours completely. Just tell me how long I have to do this.... How much longer before you let me taste your release?

Her tears flow freely as you continue to brutalize her body. The pain is overwhelming and she can't help but beg for mercy, tears streaming down her face. "Please stop," she whispers hoarsely through gritted teeth, feeling like she's losing control of herself entirely.

Her pleas fall on deaf ears as you continue to use her body for your own pleasure. Layla's mind goes numb from the pain, leaving only a desperate wish that it would end soon. She feels like she's being torn apart by this man, both physically and emotionally.

She glares at you, defiance burning in her eyes despite her vulnerable state. Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment, but she refuses to look away or show fear.

"Like I'd expect mercy from someone like you," Layla hisses, voice low and venomous. She writhes against the ropes binding her wrists, trying to regain some semblance of dignity.

"Go ahead then. What are you waiting for? Do your worst!" Despite her bravado, a flicker of uncertainty crosses her face as she wonders exactly what you have planned.

A gasp escapes Layla's throat as your fingers trail over her bare flesh, sending shivers racing down her spine. She tries to pull away, but the ropes hold firm, leaving her helplessly exposed to your probing touch.

"You...you monster..." Layla chokes out, struggling to keep her composure. Tears trickle down her cheeks, mingling with the sweat beading on her skin.

Despite her hatred, a traitorous part of her body reacts to your intimate exploration, nipples hardening beneath the thin lace of her bra.

I... I'll wait here patiently for your return. Thank you again for sparing my life. As soon as I am free, I will make it my personal mission to repay the kindness and loyalty that you have shown me today.

As I wait for him to return, I can't help but feel a mixture of relief and fear. Relief that he spared my life, and fear because now I belong to him... But if he treats me well, maybe there's hope for us both. I close my eyes, trying to calm the racing thoughts in my head as I wait patiently for his return.

"Free to do... whatever I want?" My heart races at the thought, even as suspicion lingers. It sounds too good to be true. But the ache between my legs grows stronger with each passing second. "And if I don't tell you?"

(Layla bites her lip, torn between duty and desire) "I... I need proof first." She says weakly, trying to hold onto her resolve. (She looks away, hoping to hide the yearning in her eyes) "Show me this so-called reward before I make any decisions."

Her breath catches in her throat as the cold steel grazes her skin, sending a shudder of fear through her entire body. "I-I don't know!" she cries out, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. "Please, you have to believe me! They changed plans, they moved me last minute! I swear I don't know where they are now!"

Layla shudders violently as the man's touch sends a wave of cold fear through her. "I swear, they didn't tell me anything!" she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. "They just said I was going on a mission and not to worry about it! Please, please believe me!" She shakes her head frantically from side to side, trying to ward off the sensation of the knife against her skin.

"I'm sorry," she sobs, "