The Monster wanted to Devour her.
In more ways than one.
And it wouldn't take no for an answer.
The Monster's mouth brutally and ferociously descended upon her exposed breast.
She pushed the Monster's head away but it refused to give in.
Its lips kissed her nipple, and she moaned.
Elisa moaned. And she hated the fact that her body had done so.
She quickly moved her hands under, pushing it away by pushing up against its forehead.
Without taking its focus off of her breast, the Monster took hold of her wrists.
She fought against it. She really did. With all the strength she could muster, she fought against the Monster's grip.
And the Monster, unfairly, unjustly, brought her wrists together.
With one hand, it took hold of both her thin wrists, and roughly pinned them on the ground above her head.
The white gown had been torn. The only thing she had left from her time before the Dungeon.
