EXTRACT FOR
The Hunter
(Virginia Bliss)

He releases her hips and grips her breasts. He squeezes them like he's trying to burst them. His massive fingers pinch her small pink nipples, made hard from all the adrenaline coursing through her body. Little spikes of pain radiate out from her tits, sending chills up her spine.



It'll be over soon, she tells herself.



"Oh, yeah, little girl. You like it don't you. I can tell by how wet you are."



The anger is gone from his voice. She can tell he's enjoying taunting her as much as he's enjoying violating her.



"You don't have to fight anymore. It's okay to like what I'm doing to you."



She can't fight anymore. All she can do is cry while he punishes her body. Cry and hope that this will all be over soon.



"You're my little fuck doll, aren't you? Yeah, I hope you like it, bitch, because this is the last dick you're going to get."



She can't say anything at this point. Amy's body feels lifeless even to her.



"Come on, bitch. Tell me you like it," he orders her.



She tries to say it, but she can only moan.



He grabs her by her throat. He says his orders slowly this time. "Tell. Me. You. Fucking. Like. It. Whore."



"I like it," she manages.



"Again, you dirty bitch. Tell me you love it. Make me believe it."