Her mind suffered. Her emotions turned raw and became enraged for a time. But to love or hate this torture was as useless as attempting to ignore it.
She contemplated surrender, embracing it with her ragged spirit hoping to find some satisfaction in the waves of arousal that moved in her like a relentless sea. But it took such strength of mind to keep focused wholly on the long and rolling undulation. Like being on a carnival ride in an unending loop, in time, the thrill became a horrifying nightmare. She thought she would go mad.
When the door to her room finally opened, her eyes communicated to Rupert the torment she felt with such speed and efficiency that without a single cry from her, or pleading words, he slipped his hand into his pocket and clicked the remote to off.
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