beast.

 He walked calmly and raised her saree up to the hips and saw her panties, they were wet with blood. And then a man with full of doubt didn’t disturb her saree and pressed lightly on her twat and it was wet and cottony soft and smelled her panties and left her. And then there was a beast, he lifted her saree, pulled down the panty and started working on her cunt, his hands were bloody, she was gasping out of exhaustion of her days work and he was mercilessly taking advantage and fingering it, rubbing it, he raped her, he mocked her brutally, “so this is your soul, so this is your hole, your universal hole with a river of blood and smell, I am going to devour it, dishonor it, degrade it for what it has been, and for what it is being, and for What it is going to be, your hole is born for my pole.” “No, please don’t do it,” She pleaded, she begged but he wouldn’t listen. “Baby I’m not a human, I am a beast, I love the beast more than a man, and I love the things which only a beast can do, he slapped her on the cheek, a fist on her nose, it was bloody, I don’t want your lips, not your face, I want your hole, I want the hole, that’s where heaven is.” He pulled her saree, she was naked, naked and ashamed for the dishonor she was taking, what can she do except receive it, he put his finger on the point where the blood was flowing, he rubbed it, he rubbed it in a frantic fashion, he put his finger in that hole, and stopped the flow, she was crying a devils cry, and he was robbing her naked, he put his two fingers in the cunt, and stroked it rapidly, put his two fingers in his mouth and tasted it, it was bloody, he loved it. He  slapped her on the cheek,  he was now bored with the blood, and spat the blood on her face, and said “bitch stop it, hold it bitch.” He didn’t give any chance for her to speak, and then he started his pecker to fill deeply in the void, and started pumping up and down, it was blood all over, on the bed, on his dick, he stroked more than ten times and he came into it and he throwed some money on the bed and left her boudoir and she cried for some moments and thought crying won’t help, and then took a cold bath, and dried herself, and took a sanitary pad, and wore her wet panties, and she didn’t liked those wet panties, and she took them out, and she took a tape, a black tape, it was an electric tape and she cut two pieces of four inches and stuck them on the ends of sanitary pad, and she pressed it to her vulva, and the one end to the crotch and the other on her belly and her uncomfortable being adjusted to the bed with her crotch itching, and her mind disturbed, and a mark on her soul and then she slept, slept all night without any thought but never ending slavery.