Whatever happens, she knows she can't tell them.
Cold metal biting into her wrists as she struggled to get free.
They wouldn't understand anyway.
His breath hot on her neck, his hands busy elsewhere.
It feels like he's sworn her to secrecy, not a word will ever go past her lips.
Her voice a cracked whisper when she finally begged him to take her. (Over and over.)
They've no idea how she belongs to him, body and soul.
Pain and pleasure mingling as he spent himself inside of her.
She needs him now.
(Handcuffed to that bed all over again.)