Torture

His body laying on mine unwillingly.
I gasp when he slid in.
Holding me in place like he wouldn't ever let me go.
His big rough hands squeezing my wrist as he thrusts every inch.
Sick bastard.
A moan slips through my lips.
Not because it feels good.
But the hard muscle grinds in me.
His sweat dripping on my naked skin.
His hands searching and exploring when he grins.
I surrender a while ago let him in and watch him go.
My screams do no good.
He grabs my face hard leaving marks and plants a moist kiss.
A tear climbs down my face.
He wipes it away as if it were a sin.
He finishes and pulls out.
I lay there as I watched that monster leave.
I still feel his touch lingering.

Pure torture.