37| This Little Light.

The second my skull hits the table-top with a sickening thud, pain surges across my head and my vision slightly blurs.

As I raise my head again, specks of blood smear across the table, I cry out as Konstatin brutally enters me with a gratified grunt.

I open my mouth as wide as possible, letting loose a silent scream from the pit of my core, and throw my head towards the table again.

But before my head touches the table, Konstatin fists my hair, and he yanks my head back, preventing me from trying to knock myself out; escaping from his monstrousness.

He slowly pulls out of me and slams his hips forward. His body goes dead still upon entering me, and then he slowly rotates his hips in a brutal yet possessive way, like he is marking his territory.

“No... Please... Stop...” I whimper in a muffled tone.

His weight crushes me against the table, his fingers on my waist bite into my skin, and then my body starts to move up and down the frigid table-top with each savage thrust he exec