Isabella

I woke up feeling like I'd been ripped apart from the inside out. A sharp, stabbing pain radiated from between my thighs, remnants of last night's brutal violation courtesy of that bastard. I shifted on the sweat-stained sheets, my body a battlefield of aches and indignities.

I winced as flashes of the previous night flickered through my mind - Alex's brutish hands clawing at my skin, his sweat-drenched body crushing me into the mattress as he took me again and again, selfishly using me like a personal fuckdoll, ravaging me until I was a whimpering, boneless mess.

Somehow, in the haze of torment, I'd managed to find sleep. Fitful as it was, the escape into unconsciousness was a brief mercy from the sadistic Russian's brand of pleasure - an agonizing pendulum swing between blinding ecstasy and searing pain. He made sure I rode that razor's edge over and over until I was delirious, my boundaries demolished.