Maria was on the floor, panting and heaving from exhaustion. Beside her, the clone look in delight.
Her once pristine skin was marred with handprints, the clone striking whenever he could, and whatever he could reach. By the end of it, no part of her body remained untouch, safe for one.
"Looks like you lose," the clone said as he turned the lying woman on her back, watching as her breast rise and fall with each breath she took.
"Since you lose, there will be punishment," the clone remove the blindfold, allowing him to see her cloudy eyes, the tears on it streaking down her cheeks.
Despite the pitiful look she was sporting, the clone did not let himself being caught by empathy. Instead, he opt to fold her, her legs on bend in such way that the legs could touch the shoulder.
