Secret Confession [√] #complete

Chapter 4

The image was still vivid in her mind. The feelings were as fresh as the summer rain, held on with clarity in her mind; as if it was just yesterday that everything had happened. The tearing pain that shot up between her legs and the pleasure that followed.

A pair of hands that relished in grabbing fists full of the flesh; the lustful bites that stung her body. The silent exchange of kisses always overwhelmed her and the low pitched moans at the peak of excitement were hard to forget.

She could feel it all.

She could still hear the ringing of a soft lullaby in her ears and the muffled screams that escaped her mouth in the steady rhythm of slapping, flesh against flesh.

There was so much pain the first time, but then the pleasure masked it. Something inside kept on telling her to resist, but she couldn't stop.

Oh! How much did she hate that tangy taste in her mouth, horrible at first, but as time passed she learned to get used to it, too.

But there came a time when she had to stop. When all the misadventures she once enjoyed had to come to an end. In the process of getting used and abused over and over again, she lost her say in this secret relation. She wanted to escape, but she realised that it was too late, and she was so trapped.

She could've refused, but she was made to obey. She always had a choice and she chose to lie down rather than fight. She let herself get filled, rather than put up a struggle against her defilement.

Annette always had a feeling that she lost something precious the day she met The Mentor; and as it became a chore to act like his personal whore, she was sure she'd never find it again.

She wasn't exactly silenced; she had chosen to remain silent all these days.

Until today.