(Trigger warning: Scenes of attempted ra*pe and vio*lence. I will try not to be too graphic, but the scenes might be disturbing for some people.)
Aniya froze when she felt his body pressing to her from behind, "That bitch never left us alone, huh. That insecure old granny is jealous of you."
He had slowly started brushing the fingers of his other hand through her soft hair. Aniya tried to swallow the saliva, but it seemed she had forgotten how to do the simple act.
His body was pressing more and more into her, and she didn't know what was poking her from behind. The steel plate was still in her hands.
"Talk to me, sweetheart," he spoke huskily, "I need a reaction. A good one! I don't enjoy fu*cking nonresponsive dolls…"
