Oh Gods, why..? Why have you let me be pleasured by this wretched old fucktart?! Oh, curse this sensitive body! Damn it to Hades! Why can't I just be, oh, I dunno, NORMAL and not RAPED so much?! Why did I have to look at him the moment after I came, to see his face, his unmasked, unshielded eyes full of lust as he used me as a cumdumpster again? Then I felt those nasty lips on mine. His salad-tossing tongue parting my lips to rub mine.. I flailed and struggled to no avail.

"For someone who didn't want this, you sure came /a lot/." said that horrid, mystifying, almost /sexy/ voice. I could feel him rubbing my insides as I was being pulled up off of him. Those too cold lips met my neck and made their way back down my chest. Flailing, the next thing I felt was the floor. I can remember tring to crawl away, only to have him grab my hips again. His dick was hard again and I could feel it pressing against me as I struggled to get free.

"Nah ah ah~ You won't get away~" He moved inside me again, not hurting as much this time. But it still hurt. I can't remember screaming, but if the hoarseness of my throat was any indicator, I must have.. A lot. He started thrusting hard into me, constantly rubbing my sweet spot. Everything was in a fog. It was almost a bad dream where the thing happening is bad, but you like it. You can't get enough because you're such a filthy little whore. When he was done using me, I fell to the floor. I could feel his cum dripping down my legs.

"Why can't things be the way they used to be? Where you loved me and welcomed me home and I loved you and took care of you?" the sadness in his voice hit me first.

"Because you're a rapist and I don't want you anymore." is what I thought I said. It's what I remember saying. My vision shifted as he picked me up lovingly. His lips against mine, me utterly drained and unresponsive. I must have blacked out, because the next thing I remember is being dunked in warm water. The bubbles tickled my nose, making me sneeze.

"You're really cute when you sneeze~" I glared up at where the voice came from. The light blinded me, so I looked back down. His hand ran through my hair and dunked me again. I resurfaced sputtering. I think I screamed "WHAT THE HELL?!" but I'm still unsure.

"Shh shh.. Calm down.. I'm washing you off."

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO NEEDS TO BATHE, DIRTY OLD MAN!!" Then he got this look. I think.

"Ok. You asked for it~" I heard his clothes rustling, then seconds later, he stepped into the tub. He pulled me close to him. By this point, I was so tired, I really didn't care. He took a rag to me and scrubbed me clean. Then it got interesting. I sat back, watching him wash himself and I realized fully how his body was shaped. He was quite muscular and tan with just the right amount of hair in the right places.

"I feel I should charge you a fee for staring at me like you've been."

"Huh?" My eyes refocused and I saw the blood that painted the water a deep shade of red. "Wh-What's..?"

"Oh, your little butt was covered in blood. Still bleeding when you got in." I stood quickly to distance myself from the blood, but the weakness in my leg muscles forced me back into the mess with Turkey. Right onto his chest. He stared into my eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips. Was I really just here for his entertainment? He pulled me into a kiss, but this one was different. If he had any compassion and love, it was shown in that kiss. Smiling, I rested my head on his chest and looked up. Glancing to the window, a pair of eyes stared right into mine and bored deep into my soul.

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Feh, I'm pretty sure that the only reason I'm keeping up with this one is to neglect my other ones~ Ha.. 'l|OTL Anyways, those eyes are not metaphorical. You win five internets if you guess it correctly. ^^