The room was filled with the sound of rain as she struggled to open her eyes. Sharp pain throbbed in her head, making movement difficult. Attempting to focus, she tried to open her eyes, but another jolt of pain shot through her, this time from her lower body. It felt like someone was touching her there, their fingers causing discomfort. Slowly, she managed to pry her eyes open, only to be met with the sight of a dark, looming figure hovering over her. In the dimly lit room, the figure's long hair obscured their features, leaving her bewildered.Wait? A woman or what?
The thought sent shock coursing through her. Am I gay or what? She felt numb, unable to comprehend what was happening. Struggling to move, she attempted to push the figure away, but they were too strong. Moans of pain escaped her as the figure continued their invasive touch. She wanted it to stop, the sudden humiliation overwhelming her. But then, a flash of lightning illuminated the room, revealing that the figure above her was indeed a man, not a woman. A man?Relief washed over her briefly before the reality of the violation hit her once more. This not the time to be relax..he is clearly raping me. How in hell did I end up here?
He continued his assault, his thick fingers causing her further distress. His face contorted in lust, his long, light purple hair adding to the surrealness of the situation. As he exposed himself, his sizable member looming threateningly, fear gripped her. "No... Don't..." she managed to muster a feeble protest, pleading for him to stop, but the words fell on deaf ears.
She tried to push him away by placing her hand on his chest, but he seized her hand and forced it back up to her head. He leaned in closer, his face uncomfortably near, and began kissing her neck. His actions were primal, his bites and sucks leaving marks on her skin. Despite her mind screaming for him to stop, her body betrayed her, yielding to his advances. She felt strange, as if she were watching from a distance, unable to control her own actions.
His breath was hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. It was an unfamiliar sensation, her first time feeling so out of control. Who is this man? Why is he doing this to me? These questions echoed in her mind as he pushed himself inside her in one swift motion. "Aghhh." The blood was dripping from the down place.The pain was excruciating, momentarily eclipsing the throbbing ache in her head. In the flickering dim light of the room, she felt utterly powerless.
He gazed at her with a possessive intensity, his fingers tracing her lips as he spoke in an angry tone, "See now, you clearly belong to me and only me. You have no right to touch another man's arm. You are my wife. You belong to me. You are only allowed to touch me. If you dare to touch another man, I would cut his arm before your eyes. Remember, you are my wife."
The revelation hit her like a sledgehammer. Wife? Me? How could this be possible? Before she could process it further, he moved his hips and began thrusting mercilessly. The pain was unbearable, each thrust sending waves of agony through her. And yet, strangely enough, amidst the pain, there was a twisted sense of pleasure. Have I lost my mind to pleasure? This is my first time, how come I am enjoying it? He is essentially raping me, yet my body seemes to betray me, responding to his advances with an unexpected pleasure.
Her breaths grew heavier, the air thick with tension and heat. She moaned in pain as he continued thrusting deeper and deeper. The pressure became too much to bear, and before she knew it, darkness engulfed her as she succumbed to unconsciousness.
She found herself in the dimly lit confines of a palace, grappling with the jarring memory of an encounter that felt all too surreal. "What the hell was that?" she muttered aloud, her voice echoing in the empty space around her. A surge of confusion and disbelief swept over her as she recalled the sensation of being claimed by an unknown man who asserted his ownership over her, referring to her as his wife. The memory clashed violently with her reality, leaving her reeling with disorientation. I vividly remembered my demise, the sudden explosion that tore through the airplane I had been aboard, yet I felt no recollection of pain in my passing. Was that some twisted form of afterlife, a realm where the departed experienced sensations they had missed in life? The thought churned within her, accompanied by a surge of bewilderment and frustration. Have I been rewarded with the fleeting pleasure of physical intimacy because I had died a virgin? The notion felt absurd, yet she couldn't shake the unsettling possibility. "God, what the hell?" she groaned, grappling with the disorienting mix of memories and sensations flooding her mind. Just as she pondered this surreal existence, a sharp pang pierced through her head, jolting her back to consciousness.
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Forgotton
Fantasy"Amidst forgotten memories, can she rediscover her past and confront a husband she doesn't remember?" A married young couple is forced to arrange marriage..how will they pass the coming trouble.. a wife who had known love but didn't know how to acc...
