The rapist was delighted by what he had done to Venessa who was lying weak on the pink carpet because of the drug's side effects and the torture she had gone through. She was slightly conscious but too weak to move.
The man unzipped his trousers and then pulled it down his legs. His c**k wasn't fully standing because Venessa had kicked it earlier so he started using his palm to massage it.
Venessa's throat felt dry. Her eyes were on him unable to look away no matter how much she hated it. Her body was behaving against her wishes, it was in heat. She cussed herself in her mind for behaving so slutty.
"Now I am ready Venessa. I am sure you can't wait." He smiled at Venessa as he leaned downward to cage her under him. He was so ready to devour this flower who was driving him crazy. She was way better than the other girls and he had his eyes on her for over two years now. Today was the day he was going to fulfil his darkest fantasy.
