Thread: El Cereso Prison (Steel Butterfly & Adam)

For one short deliciously sweet moment, Joanne had had the audacity to think it had worked. That the combined impact of her small hand against his face and the venom in her words had awoken the man, stunning him with the grim reality in which she was not one of his unfortunate victims. Her breath expressed every bit of her short-lived relief her chest heaving more gently once she had pushed away his now limb hands, thereby freeing the sour flesh underneath it. She had even felt a sudden release in her eyes as some of the tears which had previously stung in her eyes now rolled down her heated face, leaving a wet trail on her shivering skin. But it seemed that one mere moment, only one breath in relative freedom was all which her words had spared her - for suddenly her very breath was denied her. Her neck stung as if it was on fire when the man's hand suddenly clutched its flesh, his greasy and filthy fingers digging into her skin. The woman would have screamed were it not for her inability to do so a meager and shallow breathing was all which Joanne managed while she looked up at the man in sheer terror. Her eyes became wider when she felt the pressure around her neck intensify, sending her almost gagging for breath when she was lifted up from the ground. Her landing was harsh - just like the extremely tight grip around her struggling body, his hands clutching her throat with force. Joanne's dazed mind was not given any respite however and even as she instinctively tried to reach for the hands which denied her a more steady supple of air, she suddenly found herself lifted again before she was slammed down with that same brute force. Up, down. Up, down. No, not everything. It was... Just... Her head? Yes, her head. Slammed down against the bed. Raised up in a rather painful manner before he would force her down again. And up. Down. It hurt, it stung and the pain both confused her, dulling her senses with its occasional flares as much as it sharpened her once-again panicked mind. Even his shouting, his seething words were only partly registered by her increasingly oxygen-starved body. The word 'hell' seemed to signal indeed just that, for a pain suddenly flared between her thighs. Something almost literally tore its way into her tender flesh. Joanne's desperate attempts to breathe were momentarily interrupted by an equally pathetic attempt at screaming its intensity dulled by the sheer lack of air behind it. The man's forceful thrusts inspired her to try and scream over and over however, gurgling and gagging sounds intermingling with her shallow and raspy breath while his greased member forcefully invaded her trashing body. The realization of what he was doing with her - to her - stunned her as much as it sent her tortured frame trashing anew, her arms flailing with more intense panic this time. He was raping her. Raping her. Forcing himself into her. Joanne barely registered the heated tears which were released upon this realization, unable to distinguish the wet sensation on her face from the manner in which the man's increasingly excited body covered her with his filthy sweat. Her breaths began to mimic his thrusts, desperate to find a way to manage a way to increase her quickly dwindling oxygen supplies. But she found none. None. Instead, the woman felt increasingly faint while at the same time, everything within her seemed to explode. Her chest and back ached as if on fire, mirroring the cruel pain in her lower abdomen each time the man tore into her while her head pounded with the same madness as her heart. Was she going to die, here? Raped and killed in the same manner as those other girls whom had fell at the man's hands..? She tried to read his face, but her vision was blurred and growing increasingly dark - or was it light? - as she felt herself beginning to slip away, her desperate flailing slowly becoming less violent and even her feverish mind growing more quiet. At last... At last they would be even, her oddly quiet mind realized, the faintest hints of a smile appearing around her now bluish-lips, giving her extremely pale face a strangely peaceful appearance. Three victims each.