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Turn Wounds into Wisdom 10e/?

[(Anonymous)]

Since she knew this time he was waiting for an answer, Tara cleared her throat and swallowed. “I’m not certain, I don’t think so. Of one man I am sure he would have, but since I snuck out from under his protection I am not so sure if he still would.”
“Ah, the whims of women”, Tiberius replied playfully and reached out to caress her belly.
Tara cringed away from him.
“You will get used to it.”
Tara’s voice was cold and flat. “I doubt it.”
“You have to stop resisting me.” His one hand wandered up her thigh, over her belly and rested on her right breast. Tara shuddered in revulsion.
“You are aware, my little bird”, Tiberius said slowly, “...that you cannot escape, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
“Then you might as well try and find some enjoyment in what we do.”
“We are doing nothing”, Tara gave back hoarsely. “You are the one doing it”.
Tiberius laughed again and rolled on top of her. Tara tried again to resist him, again, to no avail. He slapped her so hard her eyes watered and nudged her legs apart. In a mixture of pain, helplessness and revulsion Tara began to cry again, and even if she hated herself for her snivelling she couldn’t stop herself. She begged him not to do it as she was still so sore and in so much pain, and to her surprise, he paused.

“Now then, my little bird”, he said gently. Turn around, we’ll find something more comfortable for you.”
“What?”
“On your knees!” He hit her again, so hard that her nose started to bleed, and bodily threw her onto her belly. Then he lifted her hips with his hands and told her to relax before he unceremoniously entered her.
“You are a monster!”, Tara screamed at him, her voice cracked with pain. She couldn’t relax had her life depended on it, her flesh was dry and unyielding, but it didn’t stop him from taking his pleasure regardless of the consequences to her body. It wasn’t before too long that Tara felt a warm liquid trickle down her legs and she wasn’t surprised to find it was blood.

Tiberius didn’t give her a single look as he dressed himself and told her to stay put as he left the tent.
And with her whole body burning in pain, Tara could do little else than comply.

At least he left her alone that night, upon seeing the state of the bed, the sheets smeared in not a little blood, and called for a slave to clear up the mess instead.

He didn’t leave her the next morning, however, without telling her that he would be calling a council of war, to debate their course of action and timing in marching for New Vegas. A few days, he told her, and Tara knew the days of her people were numbered. With empty eyes she sank onto the bed and pulled her legs up, slinging her arms around her knees.

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Re: Turn Wounds into Wisdom 10e/?

[(Anonymous)]

You are incredible, dear author. This is so excellent! Definitely still with you!