Amoonie

11

Your clothes were ripped off you before you could even blink.

The cold air of the room attacking your body.

You didn't know who the man was. But his prickly beard jabbed your smooth skin and he marked your body in several places.

You moaned, but it wasn't in pure ecstasy. It was in pain.
This wasn't amoonie.
This wasn't the pleasure you loved.

Getting closer and closer down the man was just about to enter.
But the door burst open, so loud it deafened the music and stopped the actions of you two on the bed momentarily.

You breathed a sigh of relief, joy erupting in yourself once more.

It was them. They had come to give you what you needed

It was amoonie