Anna Jadwin's eyes were vacant, and she looked like a blank slate, as if she had been heavily struck.
******
He didn't kiss her, but coldly mounted her, like a wildly galloping stallion.
"Does it feel good?" He grabbed her chin, his smile twisted, "Do you think this is satisfying?"
Anna Jadwin was hurt by his vulgar words... and the disdain in his eyes.
She struggled with all her strength, trying to get away from him.
He violently restrained her body: "Trying to escape? Your pleasure is just beginning..."
The brutal torment lasted for three hours.
His fierce words seemed to echo, sporadically lingering in her ears:
"Do you wish it was Maxwell Cameron on top of you now?"
"Do you think if you were with him, you could give him children?"
"Anna Jadwin! He won't want a broken, used-up piece of trash like you!"
...
Unlike usual, his every thrust was particularly forceful and rough, without any finesse.
