My hands violently shook while I looked in the mirror off the mirror of my chambers. The black eye that was forming across my face-the swollen bloodied lip...the pain; I felt it all.
The brutality that he unleashed upon me over an hour ago was something far worse than what Gary Polson had done to me. I shivered as I thought about the way Leonis violated me and tortured me-brutalized me over and over until his pleasures and lusts were fulfilled.
I looked at the side of my neck, where he had marked me. The puncture wounds were so deep from him having gone too far in bleeding me while he mercilessly thrust himself into me repeatedly until he received his climax.
So this was how I was supposed to be treated. This was what being a true trophy and prisoner of the Demoi was like. I should hav
