Masky whimpered slightly as Dusk bent over. She could feel his breath on her delicate face. He leant further and kissed her with so much passion and lust that she could barely breathe.
"Don't hurt me," Masky whispered in a tiny voice.
Dusk just smirked, his eyes lowering down her body and unbuttoning her shirt. Masky felt very self concious and exposed. There was nobody around, it was as if time had stopped.
