To me she had become everything. Her anger, her fear and her outrage were inconsequential. All that mattered was that she was mine. Mine to experience, to play with, to love, taste, train and to break..-

-..She knew time was not on her side. Every touch, and every forced orgasm, broke down her resistance little by little.

Sooner or later she would fall in love with the depth of my obsession for her.

And then, she would be fully mine.

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