“Oh, nononononononon….” the scream went on and on and the man slapped her ass in reply.
“I thought you said she was good for this?” he complained to the watching Miklos.
At least he’d stopped f*****g for a few seconds.
“Oh, she is good for it,” Miklos said. “You just keep f*****g her, and she’ll be quiet, she’ll be real quiet.” He was answering the big man, but the message was for her.
Quiet meant making no sound at all, swallowing every scream, containing every painful urge and hanging on, hanging on, bearing it minute after terrible minute. Miklos would gag her if she didn’t hang on, if she weren’t silent. This was important. It was all on her.
If the pause gave her some seconds to relax her strained muscles, it did little good thereafter when he starting f*****g her again. The
