The unwanted child of lust

I had returned to the same hell from which Daniel had not wanted me to escape. Week after week went by, and every night, Elijah indulged his desires with my body.

Daniel's sorrowful gaze continued to haunt me; I would never be able to erase him from my memories. The burden of his death rested heavily on my conscience.

Lost in my own grief, the door of the room swung open, and Elijah strode in, breaking my thoughts. "Lost in thoughts of that lover of yours?" he quipped with a sly grin.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I replied, "Elijah, do as you please with me and just leave me alone."

Removing back the bedsheet, I settled onto the bed and spread my legs wider. Elijah's gaze lingered on me before he remarked, "Finally realizing your worth, are you?"

He shed his clothes and descended upon me, igniting the familiar torment. He rubbed my body forcefully and riping my dignity again. He played with my boobs and stretched my nipples to make me feel pain but I shuddered at his touches.

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