WARNING: 18+ explicit
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"Oh, Sophia, you're about to learn just how much forgiveness can be intertwined with pleasure."
Sophia's breath hitched, her pulse quickening as she struggled to comprehend the implications of Ragnar's words.
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"Help...
...
me...
... anyone...
...please...,"
Her breaths came in shallow gasps.
"..."
Sophia could hear the choked sounds escaping her throat.
It felt as if she were teetering on the edge of death.
She felt utterly helpless, unsure of whom to turn to for help.
To whom could she plead for help when she was trapped in the clutches of the most powerful being on Earth?
She had lost control over her own body. It kept tensing, convulsing, then going limp. Tensing, convulsing, then going limp. The cycle repeated endlessly. Her throat frequently constricted, leaving her gasping for air, deprived of oxygen to her brain.
She felt so close to death in that moment.
Fear enveloped her.
Intense fear.
And pleasure.
