I stared up at Karl in shock and disbelief.
His crude demand left me feeling utterly exposed and helpless like a fragile insect pinned beneath his intense scrutiny.
It was as if I had gotten irreversibly tangled up in an inescapable grasp of his own depraved making, the silken threads binding me tighter with every passing second until I could scarcely breathe.
"What do you want now, Karl?" I managed to ask in a voice strained with fear and trepidation, feebly attempting to wriggle free from his overwhelming physical dominance and the iron grip of his large hands.
But Karl wasn't letting up, not even for a fraction of a second.
He intertwined my hands with his in a bruising grip, holding them immobilized above my head in a display of sheer strength as his other hand began exploring
