It began to pour … a deluge of water falling from the sky to thunder on the roof of the Discovery and obscure the windscreen, filling the air outside so completely that I had to slow down. The cry she tried to stifle growled its way out of her. Xxx Fucker! Gripping her hair to hold her head steady, I mashed my lips onto hers. I stilled my hand letting the cold steel play upon her flesh and resonate in her imagination. And she did, just, getting slowly to her feet while I tied off the wrist rope again, but this time leaving her standing on the wet, soggy ground. Or a part of me wants it to stop and the rest of me wants him to squeeze tighter. Looking lost I guess. “Keep still or it will hurt all the more girl,” I instructed her patronisingly.
