We are still bonded

Belle struggled to rise, but her body betrayed her as she had no strength left. Her vision blurred again, and every attempt to speak was met with failure. "I…" she rasped, her voice a faint whisper. Her mouth was dry, her vitality drained. 

"Save that sweet little voice for your moans," the man sneered, his tone dripping with malice. He began removing his trousers, discarding them carelessly before positioning himself over her again. 

"If you are a virgin, it will hurt. Otherwise, you will enjoy this far more than you think," he taunted, his hand cupping her face as he spoke. With a cruel tug, he tore away the remaining fabric of her gown, leaving her in her undergarments. 

"Ple… please," Belle stammered, her voice barely audible, a desperate plea that only seemed to amuse him further.