Rain pelting against the window, slowly building a streamlet on the sill before sliding down the wall into a puddle that has formed beneath..

On tip toes, I look out the window down to the puddle. I imagine my fingertips lightly running across the water. Just then, bringing me back to reality - The reality that has become my life. A prisoner - I feel the hot breath against my neck. The sudden touch of my captivator. His hands on me still makes me shudder for I know what's coming.

He picks me up with the strength I at first fought against days ago, but soon realised was futile.

I expect to be thrown on the bed as per usual, but this time, there is a softness about him.

Was it because I stopped fighting him that he thinks that I have somehow given in? Accepted my fate? That this my life now?

I am confused.

No words come from his mouth. He just stands and looks at me.

Instinctively I grab the sheet covering up my nakedness. It feels silly as he knows every inch of my body.

I have been naked since I arrived that first day.

In his eyes I can see that he is unsure. More questions enter my mind... Is he finally realizing what he has done? What he has put me thru?

Is he ready to finally give up? Let me go?

He sits down on the edge of the bed. Moments pass. He looks back at me and then forward again. Head in hands he starts to sob.

What is happening?!

This man who has taken me from my world, hurt me, forced me. Why do I suddenly feel sorry for him? Is this him showing remorse or is something more sinister brewing?

I freeze, not knowing what to do, say or what is to come. I slowly look towards the door, it is ajar. This is the first time that it isn't locked. My first chance of escape. Should I take the chance or is it a test?

Hoping he doesn't feel my movement, I slip off the bed and head towards the door. I look back and he is watching me. The sadness in his eyes puzzles me. Or is there something worse behind the door?

Why do I want to stay? Is the uncertain worse than my current situation?

I turn around and sit beside him. The monster is slay. I take his hand and he looks at me. Confusion across his face.

He gently lays me down and lays beside me. He starts kissing me. For the first time, I kiss him back. I can feel his arousal increasing. His breathe deeper. As he trails his fingers down my stomach, I can feel him shake. Nerves? Just then he grabs at my mound. Thumb on top and the rest pry open my lips. He gently starts finger fucking me. And I let him.

Soon he is on top of me and his cock is prodding at my pussy, looking for a way to enter. I lift my bum to give him access. It shocks us both at how natural it feels.

He pulses in and out gently. Is he actually making love to me?

He kisses me and I can feel him playing with my nipples. My now rock, hard nipples.

Why is my body betraying me? Is this what they call "Survival instinct"? It somehow feels... Real though..

In a split second, I find myself on all fours. He is behind me, I fear for what is coming. I am wrong. I feels his tongue gently pushing my lips apart, his nose circling my clit. I can't believe how aroused I am. I just want him to take me. To fuck me. Am I CRAZY??

This man who has kept me prisoner. I actually want him to fuck me hard?

He reads my body and pushes his cock forcefully into my twat, fucking me so hard that my tits bang against my body at such speed, the sound alternate to his thrusts.

I push back hard against him so that I can feel him filling my tunnel. As my moans grow louder, sweat dripping onto the sheets he shoots the biggest load into me, making me cum at the feeling of his hot lava.

We collapse. Spent.

And.... CUT

My first porn skit done.

How did I do? I ask him.

Not bad he says. You're a good fuck. As he is handed a towel, he looks back at me and winks. I hope I get to work with him again..

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