The scene had descended into a realm of pure, unhinged debauchery. The room smelled of sweat, fear, and the cloying, musky scent of arousal.
Aurelia was no longer fighting; she was drowning. Her face remained pressed against the floorboards, her cheek scraped against the wood as she wept, but her words were no longer coherent pleas for mercy; they were confessions of her own inevitable ruin.
"I'm sorry, Theo...!" she wailed, each syllable punctuated by the bone deep THUD of Rex's pelvis slamming against her. "I'm so sorry...!"
"This man... he's going to breed me...!"
"I can feel it...! When he shoots his thick, concentrated semen into me... I'm definitely going to get pregnant...!"
A fresh wave of agony and shame tore through her. "I wanted to give you a little sibling with your husband... we wanted a family...!"
"But I've ruined everything...! I guess I only have myself to blame...!"
"Oh God, Theo, forgive your mother...!"
