Scene CCXXXIV

“I prefer losing my eyes.”

“… Oh you’ll certainly lose them after having my fun.”

“?!”

“Don’t make a fucking sound.”

Clenching her scalp by the strong pull, the man placed his knife again on her neck to then hit her below the stomach where the frailer she was as a woman, taking her breath from the impact and pushing her to punch her once more against the wall… releasing her so it was the floor that would receive her already gasping from hurt body.

He watched her trying to clasp notion of the place she had fallen with her hands as air couldn’t be grasped by her needful lungs that wanted to yell for help, that help that was so near yet difficult to achieve while her ears buzzed to the pain she had not experienced for months... The man soon enough came on top of her, hitting her once more, this time on the face so her notion failed to recover, kissing the skin, opening the cloak and dress below as he managed to while she could not grasp her senses…