His thrusts grew even faster and more brutal as he neared his release, ignoring her pleas and protests. His hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements roughly against him, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he fought to control himself. With a primal growl, he came, filling her with his seed as she convulsed around him, crying out in agony and ecstasy.

His breath came in ragged gasps as he finished, his body trembling with the effort to control himself. Only when he was certain that he'd emptied himself did he pull roughly out of her, leaving her slick and aching on the floor. With a disgusted groan, he stood up and began buttoning his pants, not even looking at her as he said coldly, "Just don't go telling anyone about this."

He turned away from her, walking out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Good," he said slowly, his voice like ice. "Then come inside." He stepped back, motioning for her to follow him through the doorway. As she hesitantly entered the house, Calix closed and locked the door behind them.

He led her down the hall and into the room where they'd first had their encounter. It looked different now; darker, more sinister. Celia felt a chill run up her spine as she realized that this was going to be even worse than before.

He looks at her with a cruel smirk. "On your knees," he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.

When she doesn't move fast enough, he grabs her roughly by the shoulders and shoves her down, forcing her to kneel before him. "I said on your knees!" he snaps angrily.

Celia whimpers, her whole body shaking with fear as she stares up at him. "Please..." she begs weakly, "Don't hurt me anymore..."