(R18)
Slam!
A door slammed shut as Corey walked into a room of a nearby inn with Lydia's hand in his.
The instant Corey slammed the door shut, Lydia trembled slightly.
She noticed that Corey was looking straight into her eyes, and at first she was mesmerized by the beauty and uniqueness of Corey's violet-blue eyes, but then she noticed something familiar about it.
The look Corey was giving her as he stared at her was something she had seen countless times.
A look where she's seen as an object or as an outlet for others to vent their anger, frustrations, and several other emotions.
Her body trembled with fear, anticipation, and excitement. Deep in her mind, she knew that this was not how she wanted to be treated.
She wanted to be treated with love and compassion when having sex, but after her body and mind has been abused countless times by so many people, she knew that this was the only type of sex she knew.
Her body wanted it.
Badly.
