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‘Squat’ The word is like a gunshot It slaainst the hard surfaces in that space, reverberates up my spine, and hurts my teeth

I stare at him in horror I can’t breathe He wantsposition possible! I draw in the thick, huh my clenched teeth

‘No’ My tongue glides pleadingly over my lips ‘Please’

His eyes watchmyself,’ he says coldly

My stoerously, but I force ive him the satisfaction It is an ordeal but I shall triu the terement There is to be no tenderness, no kindness … not even the si to be just sex The kind of impersonal interaction men have with prostitutes A transaction between two uninvolved parties He mistook me for a prostitute once, and he has been determined ever since to treat me as one

‘Fuck you,’ I whisper, my flesh sweaty

His eyes glitter like ice chips on a freezing

As I look into those cold, electric eyes, a strange sensation of invincibility overtakes e and lust Then too, the ht they were the ones with the power Little did they knoill show him I’ll show him I can be naked and proud and fierce even in this wet heat The air between us is syrupy, flecked ater drops These are the last few moments before the battle

I sit back into a squat and expose s his fingers along my slit, and watches me shudder violently I force h I can hardly bear for him to see the flush of lust on my face

Still staring into my defiant eyes, he parts the wet folds and spreads thefroer into me Goddamn, it feels like it’s molten hot I want to scream My muscles contract helplessly around the intrusion There is nothing I can do but take it Take his finger Take his cock Take his dominance

‘Having fun, Dahlia?’ he mocks