master kat and Bryant

please

As Bryant removed his clothes and entered her slowly, she tried so hard not to moan for him, but he was so big she couldn't help it. The pleasure and the pain mixed together, creating an overwhelming sensation that she couldn't control. When he finally finished, he looked at the puddle on the bed and walked out of the room without a word. Seizing the moment, she wiggled her wrists, breaking one in the process. The pain was excruciating, but she managed to free herself. She quickly moved to her feet, her heart pounding with the hope of escape. But just as she was about to make her move, Bryant walked back in. "Get back," he commanded, shoving her down forcefully. "Please," she begged, her voice trembling, "my wrists hurt. I'll do whatever you want. I'll stay in this room, but please, they hurt." Her desperation was palpable as she repeated her plea, hoping for any sign of mercy from him.

He grabbed more chains, his expression cold and unyielding. "Please, please, please," she begged, her voice trembling with desperation as she clutched at his chest. "Please," she repeated, her eyes wide with fear and pain. Despite her pleas, he continued to secure the chains around her, each movement methodical and devoid of compassion. She felt the cold metal bite into her already sore wrists, the weight of the chains pressing down on her spirit. Her mind raced, trying to find a way out of this nightmare, but every attempt seemed futile. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as the reality of her situation settled in. She could see no mercy in his eyes, only a determination to keep her bound. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing her growing sense of hopelessness. The pain in her wrists was nothing compared to the dread that filled her, knowing that her pleas fell on deaf ears.