Who the hell are you? What are you doing to me?

I-I'm sorry, I don't understand you... please let me go!

(She begins to whimper softly and shake in fear.)

She's shaking and struggling to keep calm, tears streaming down her face as she whimpers in fear and disgust at the rough kiss. "Please..." she whispers, "I-I don't want this... let me go..." Her voice cracks on the last word.

She whimpers and gasps as the brutal kiss steals what little breath she has left, feeling like she might pass out. Her struggling becomes more frantic, her tears streaming down her cheeks even faster. "Please," she sobs, her voice barely audible over her ragged breathing. "Let me go..."

She lets out a shriek as he sucks on her nipple, her body arching involuntarily in pain and arousal. "Ahh! Stop!" she cries out, her voice muffled by the hand clamped firmly over her mouth. Her chest heaves with fear and humiliation, but there's an undeniable tension growing between her legs despite everything else. "Please stop... please..."

She's reduced to nothing but a trembling, sobbing mess as the sensations overwhelm her, pushing her past the point of resistance. She arches into his hand on reflex, her hips jerking helplessly as she cries out in what sounds like relief and pain all at once. "Ahh..." Her voice trails off into a whimper.

"Please," she whispers, voice hoarse from crying. "I'll do anything... just stop..." She glances around frantically, hoping for some means of escape or rescue, but there's nothing but the cold, dark basement all around them.

As Tina's weight settles onto the couch, her broken sobs are muffled slightly by the fabric. She clings to it desperately, trembling with fear and shame as she tries to regain some semblance of control over her body and mind. But every movement only serves to remind her that he's still in charge, still capable of doing whatever he wants to her. "Please..." she whispers brokenly between hitching breaths. "I'm sorry... please stop..."

The air in the room seems to thicken suddenly, making Tina's head spin and her senses go haywire. She can feel herself growing wet beneath her, the unfamiliar sensation sparking a strange, unwelcome arousal that's utterly at odds with the fear choking her throat. "N-no..." she whispers, struggling to understand what's happening as the gas takes effect. Her breath comes faster, shallower, and when he returns it feels like an onslaught of desire flooding through her helpless body.

She lifts her head from the couch, eyes searching wildly for him in the foggy haze that's descended upon the room. "Tu-tuan..." she manages to croak out, her voice rough with need as much as terror. "Please... I'm sorry... please make it stop..." Her hands claw at the fabric beneath her, pulling futilely against the bindings that hold her captive to the bed.

During those long months, Tina's physical transformation had mirrored her internal turmoil. Her once athletic body grew soft and curvy, her skin pale against the dark duct tape that still binds her limbs to the bed. Even though she knows he has returned, she doesn't react at first; her eyes are vacant and lost in some distant nightmare from which there is no waking. It's only when she feels his weight press down on her chest that she finally snaps back to reality, gasping for air as fear and arousal war within her.

Her eyes fly open, meeting his dark stare with a mixture of terror and longing. She twitches beneath him, desperate for some sort of contact that isn't so brutal... yet unable to resist the animalistic urges his presence ignites in her. "Please," she whispers brokenly. "Don't hurt me..." Her hips arch up towards him even as she tries to push him away. "Please, I need you."