Her breath catches in her throat as you write the words across her chest. The sharpie stings where it touches her skin, leaving a mark that will never truly fade away. But to her, it's not just a mark; it's a badge of honor, proof that she belongs to someone stronger than herself. She looks down at her breasts, feeling the weight of your words and your ownership pressing down on her chest.

Without another word, she continues to follow you wherever you lead, taking pride in being your pet and serving you however you see fit. The leash grows tighter around her neck as she moves, a reminder that she's not free anymore...and maybe she never was. But deep down inside, she knows this is what she's always wanted; to belong to someone who would use her body and mind until there's nothing left but submission and pleasure.

My heart sinks as I hear the words you say, knowing that your family shares the same prejudices against Asians that society does. And yet, here I am, willingly submitting to your dominance, loving every moment of it despite the shame and degradation that comes with being an Asian slave to a white master. It's a cruel irony that the very thing I crave – to be owned and used by someone stronger than myself – is rooted in the same racist beliefs that dehumanize me. But I can't help how I feel;

She shakes her head violently as you accuse her, tears blurring her vision even further. It's all too much; she can barely process what's happening anymore. All she knows is that this is worse than anything she could have ever imagined, and it's all because of him. Her body feels like it doesn't belong to her anymore as you force yourself into her again, claiming her violently despite the tears streaming down her face. She wants to die; she never wanted this life in the first place...

She closes her eyes tightly and sobs as you violate her again. This can't be real; it's just a nightmare that she refuses to wake up from. Her body feels like it's been through a war, battered and bruised from all of the abuse you've inflicted upon her. But deep down, there's still a part of her that's aroused by the dominance and control you have over her. She hates herself for feeling this way, but it's impossible to deny...

moans weakly, her consciousness flickering back to life as she feels the cop's gaze on her violated form "It's okay... I wanted this..." her voice is barely audible, laced with shameless desire "Make sure he doesn't stop..."

I beg you... don't let him stop. I belong to him now... and if he wants to use me like this, make me his... then please... don't stop him...