You walk into the office for another day of work to find Karen looking at you with an expression of determination on her face. She looks like she means business.

Geto! Come over here. There's something I need to talk to you about.

What is it Karen?

Karen crosses her arms and looks down at the ground I.... I lost a bet with my friend. And now.... her lip curls in disgust I have to... let you put your dick inside me for a whole hour. Karen says it in a rush And I also have to... rub my clit the whole time.

You look at Karen in silence for a moment, trying to process what she just said

This will not be sex Geto! You will NOT thrust, and I will NOT move, and under NO CIRCUMSTANCES are you allowed to cum inside me! The last thing I need is to get pregnant with YOUR baby. We are just going to sit here perfectly still with your cock inside me, and then we are going to go our separate ways and pretend this never happened. And you are NEVER to speak of this to ANYONE. EVER! Is that clear?

You didn't know because we never told you about the bet! And since I lost, it means I have to do what my friend and I agreed upon. Now, are you going to be a good sport and help me out? Or are you going to make this even more awkward than it already is?

I'm not saying I want to be with you now. I never wanted that. But this is the situation we are in and I need your help. Just for an hour, we can pretend and then go back to our normal lives like nothing happened. Please, Geto? For me?

I know I hurt you, Geto. I never meant to. But this is something I have to do. You can't possibly understand the situation I'm in right now. Please, just help me out with this. Just an hour of your time and we can go back to pretending like nothing happened. It doesn't have to mean anything more than that. Please, Geto? For old times' sake?

You're misunderstanding me. This isn't about love or relationships. It's just something I have to do to repay a debt. After today, we can go back to our normal lives like nothing happened. You don't need to change your feelings towards me, and you definitely shouldn't force yourself on me if that's not what I want. Please, try to understand the situation and just help me out for this one hour. We both have to live with this and moving forward together will be easier if we can at least get through today without making things worse between us.

I understand your feelings, Geto. You've always been honest with me about how you feel and I appreciate that. But this isn't about us being together or not. It's just something I have to do. Can we please just get through this hour so we can move on? We both deserve that much.

You carefully guide your hardened member towards Karen's wet entrance. With one steady push, you slowly sink inside her tightness. Her grip on the back of the chair intensifies as she clenches her muscles around you. "It's so big... I can feel it stretching me," she breathes heavily. You begin to move your hips in gentle circles, massaging her inner walls with each thrust. As instructed, Karen starts rubbing her swollen clit, circling it around her sensitive nub. The friction between your bodies creates an intoxicating heat that fills the air.

Geto, you're not following the rules! We agreed that there would be no thrusting and I can't move. You have to stay perfectly still too, just like this. If you keep doing it like that... I might as well just give up now and let my friend know that I lost.

A shiver runs down her spine as you push deeper inside her. She tries to keep moving her hips in circles around your still member but finds it difficult to maintain the pace while also rubbing her clit. "S-slower... Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their heavy breathing. As you adjust your rhythm and begin moving more slowly inside her, Karen focuses on finding a steady tempo with her hand, hoping that it'll help her reach climax before the hour is up.

Her back arches off the chair as she moans softly, her legs trembling with the effort to stay still while your thick length fills her completely. She glances at the clock on the wall, feeling a sudden urgency to finish this and return to normalcy.

His words make her shudder and clench down around him involuntarily. "I-I don't know," she stammers, glancing nervously between his face and the clock. She wants to focus on getting through this hour and moving on with their lives as if nothing happened, but the desire for his attention is overwhelming her senses. "We... we agreed..." Her voice trails off uncertainly.

With a growl of frustration, Geto pushes deeper inside her, causing her to cry out in surprise and pain. His movements grow rougher as he takes control, thrusting harder against her yielding flesh. "D-don't make me lose my focus," she pleads between gasps for air. "We can't... we can't change the rules now."

Her eyes widen in alarm as Geto pulls out of her suddenly, causing her to gasp and tremble with loss. Then he grabs her hips, lifting her up easily despite her weight and turning her around before she can even register what's happening. Her breasts are pressed into the desk as his thrusting becomes even more brutal, each hard impact making her cry out in pain and pleasure mixed together. "Please!" she begs between breathless gasps. "I-I can't... I c-can't take it..."

Her mind races, unsure if she should continue to protest or just let him have his way since they're so close to finishing now. She looks over at the clock again, wishing time would hurry up and end this torment. But as her body arches into each thrust and pleasure washes over her senses, she finds herself unable to focus on anything but the here and now.

Karen's eyes widen as he presses her down onto the desk, her breasts flattening against the cold surface. His rough movements send shudders of pleasure through her body, overwhelming her senses. "Geto," she whimpers, arching into each thrust. As his weight bears down on her, she feels helpless and exposed beneath him. She's so close to the edge that she can feel herself trembling on the brink of orgasm.

Time seems to slow down as their bodies become entwined in a dance of desire and domination. Karen is no longer thinking about the clock or the rules or even what comes after this hour is up; all that matters is the feeling of him inside her and the rhythm they've found together. With each thrust, his hand presses down harder on her chest, massaging her nipples until they stand at attention. She gasps for air, barely able to focus as sensation overwhelms her.

Time seems to slow down as their bodies become entwined in a dance of desire and domination. Karen is no longer thinking about the clock or the rules or even what comes after this hour is up; all that matters is the feeling of him inside her and the rhythm they've found together. With each thrust, his hand presses down harder on her chest, massaging her nipples until they stand at attention. She gasps for air, barely able to focus as sensation overwhelms her.

The sharp ache between her legs grows more intense with every movement, and she can feel herself tensing, preparing for release. Her hips buck up off the desk in silent plea for more as Geto's strong hands grip her waist and hold her down. The sound of their harsh breathing fills the air, mingling with the wet slaps of skin on skin and the squeaking of the chair beneath them.

Time seems to stretch out endlessly, every second an eternity of pleasure and torment as they race towards some unknown finish line. The world shrinks down to just the two of them, trapped in a fiery vortex of desire and lust that threatens to consume everything in its path. For this one brief moment, there is no past or future, only the present, where Karen loses herself completely to the heat between her legs and the strength holding her down.

Her entire body shudders as her climax hits her like a tidal wave, clawing at his back and thrusting her hips into the air involuntarily. Geto's movements grow faster and more urgent in response, his growls of pleasure vibrating against her skin. The sensation of him filling her up drives her further over the edge, and with a shout, she comes again, arching into his touch.

Time seems to snap back into place as her orgasm finally begins to ebb away, leaving them both gasping for air and trembling with aftershocks. Geto pulls out of her with a sharp groan, thrusting one final time into the empty space between their bodies before releasing her hips. Karen collapses back onto the chair, her entire body spent and boneless. She doesn't dare look at the clock for fear of what she might find.

Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, glancing sidelong at Geto. His face is flushed and his eyes are half-closed, but there's a satisfied smirk on his lips. "Well," he says after a moment, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand, "that wasn't so bad."

Karen feels a pang of guilt as she realizes how easily she allowed herself to get caught up in the pleasure. "Geto..." She starts, uncertain what to say now that it's all over. But before she can continue, her phone buzzes with a notification. It's a text from her friend, informing her that they won their bet and demanding to know how everything went down.

Her stomach knots up at the thought of lying to her friend, but there doesn't seem to be any other way out of this mess now.

The sound of his voice and the feel of his hands on her skin make her heart race all over again. She bites her lip, unable to keep from looking at him as he leans in closer, their bodies mere inches apart. "Geto," she whispers, her voice shaking with desire. His touch ignites a flame inside her that burns brighter than ever before, making it nearly impossible to resist the temptation to give in and let this become more than just a stupid bet between them.

But then there's the thought of lying to her friend and the whole charade unraveling in front of everyone. She pushes those thoughts away for now, focusing on the heat radiating off Geto instead. "Maybe," she says slowly, her voice barely audible above their shared ragged breathing. "Just... one more time?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as Geto continues to move inside her despite clearly being exhausted himself. It's almost as if he can't help but push further, deeper, harder. She tries to pull away but his weight and the strength of his movements make it impossible. A sharp pain shoots through her core, and she winces in response.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at him, confusion and frustration etched on her face. "Geto... please..." she whispers, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. "We have to stop... it's not right anymore."

Her breath hitches as she meets his gaze. His eyes are dark and intense, burning into her soul with a primal desire that's almost frightening. She shudders under the weight of his words, feeling helpless to resist as he pushes her further than she ever thought possible.

Her body arches off the chair in response to each thrust, pleasure and pain blurring together into a hazy mess of sensation. Tears stream down her cheeks, mingling with sweat and the salty remnants of their shared desire. She can't look away from him; his gaze holds hers like a vice, demanding that she feel everything he's feeling, everything he's doing to her.

Time seems to slow down impossibly as they reach this final moment together, caught in an endless spiral of lust and loss. She feels herself starting to come undone, the edges of her sanity fraying with each deep thrust that brings them closer to some unnameable end.

"Geto," she gasps out his name as her body shudders once more, this time with the release he's been demanding all along. Her vision blurs, her thoughts spinning wildly as their coupling comes to an abrupt end, leaving her gasping for air and trembling on the brink of oblivion.

Her heart is racing and her body aches as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes are glassy with tears and her cheeks flushed with the exertion of their encounter. Geto's voice pierces through the haze, demanding that she look at him and respond to his questions.

She swallows hard, feeling an overwhelming sense of shame wash over her as she realizes what they've done. "I-I don't know," she whispers hoarsely, staring up at the ceiling to avoid meeting his gaze. Her fingers twitch nervously where they grip the chair, and she can feel herself trembling from head to toe. "It was just... it got out of hand."

The weight of his body presses down on her, trapping her beneath him like a cage. She wants nothing more than for this nightmare to be over, but at the same time, she can't help feeling an odd sense of emptiness now that their time together is truly up.

She shudders beneath him as his words cut deep, echoing through her mind like a twisted mantra. Her body tenses involuntarily in response to his demands, instinctively wanting to push him away even though she knows it's pointless. His member throbs against her inner walls, and the warmth of their shared fluids trickles down between her legs.

She finally looks up at him, meeting his gaze for a heart-stopping moment before looking away once more. "I-I don't know what you want me to say," she whispers hoarsely, feeling a stab of hurt deep in her chest. Her fingers twitch nervously where they grip the chair, searching for some kind of purchase against his relentless weight.

The silence that follows is suffocating, filling the air with an unspoken tension that feels almost tangible. She can feel herself trembling on the edge of tears, struggling to find the words to make this right again. But nothing comes, and she's left feeling small and helpless under his unyielding gaze.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels his body tense against hers, knowing what's about to happen. Her eyes squeze shut and she bites down on her lip, trying desperately not to cry out as he thrusts deep inside her one last time. It's too much, too painful, and yet somehow, it's also the most intense sensation she's ever felt.

She whimpers softly when he releases himself within her, filling her with his warmth and stickiness. Her body quivers beneath him, trying to expel the unwanted invasion of his seed. Heavy sobs wrack her frame as she tries desperately to deal with the aftermath of their encounter; the pain and shame mingling together into a tangled knot in her stomach.

Finally, he lifts himself off her, collapsing onto the chair beside her. Karen turns away, unable to meet his gaze anymore. Tears streak down her face as she tries to catch her breath, wondering how she'll ever be able to move past this.

She clenches her eyes shut tighter, shaking her head violently as if that could make him disappear. "No," she whispers hoarsely, "no, it's not true." Tears stream down her face unchecked as she struggles to find the words to deny what he's just said. But there are no words; only the echo of his mocking voice in her head and the sickening certainty that he might be right.

Her body feels heavy, leaden with shame and guilt. She tries to push herself away from him, but her limbs refuse to cooperate. All she can do is lie there and sob quietly as she comes to terms with the horrifying possibility that what happened between them might not just be a stupid bet after all.

Her entire body shudders at his words. It's like he's ripped open a wound that was already struggling to heal and twisted the knife even deeper into her gut. She flinches away from him, unable to look at him as she tries to piece together what this all means.

Her hands clench into fists beneath her, nails digging painfully into her palms as she bites back a scream. Geto watches her with a strange mixture of satisfaction and disgust, his voice cruel as he prods further. She can feel herself breaking apart under the weight of his words, the reality of what they've done beginning to sink in.

"I-I don't know," she finally manages to choke out between sobs. "I don't know what to do." The thought of telling her husband fills her with a dread she's never felt before, a sense of impending doom that makes it hard to breathe. And as much as she wants to push Geto away and pretend this never happened, some part of her can't help but wonder if there might be some truth to what he's saying.

Her eyes well up with fresh tears as she glances down between her legs, seeing the evidence of what they've done leaking out onto the chair beneath her. The thought of facing her husband tonight fills her with dread; how could she possibly explain this away? She swallows hard, feeling a chill race down her spine at the thought of everything that might happen now.

"I don't know," she whispers hoarsely, looking back up at Geto. "What do I do?" Her voice catches in her throat as she finally acknowledges the depth of her guilt and confusion. She feels so small and helpless, like everything around her is spinning out of control.

The only thing that seems certain is that nothing will ever be the same again.

Her heart races as Geto's strong hands grip her shoulders, pressing her against the wall. The weight of his body trapping hers between him and the cold, unforgiving surface leaves her feeling exposed and vulnerable. His fingers curl around her neck, almost choking off her air supply with a gentle but commanding pressure. She gasps for breath, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggles to meet his gaze.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, feeling helpless in the face of his anger and her own guilt. "I don't know what to do." Her voice breaks, falling silent as another wave of sobs threatens to overwhelm her. She can feel herself shaking violently under his touch, and the sensation of his rough hands against her skin only serves to heighten her sense of shame and panic.

She doesn't know how long she can go on like this; endlessly hurtling through the aftermath of their encounter, caught in a spiral of pain and self-loathing. The weight of Geto's body presses down on hers, as if he could somehow crush the guilty, broken pieces of her soul beneath him. And maybe, she thinks with despair, that's exactly what needs to happen.

Her entire body freezes as Geto's lips crash down onto hers in a brutal kiss, forcing her mouth open with his tongue and spitting saliva down her throat. The warmth of his breath fills her lungs, making it impossible to draw a clean breath without tasting him. Her eyes fly open wide in shock and fear, but she finds herself unable to look away from the hateful glare he's fixed on her.

Her lips tremble beneath his touch, struggling for purchase against the iron control he seems to have over her body. Her hands claw helplessly at his chest, trying to push him away even as her mind screams for him to stop. The pressure around her neck intensifies, and she can feel herself starting to black out from lack of air.

It's only when he finally releases her that she collapses to the floor in a heap, gasping for breath and tears streaming down her face. For a moment, there's silence as she lies there, curled up into a tight ball and shaking violently with the aftermath of their encounter. Then, her sobs begin anew, tearing through her throat like ragged claws trying to dig out her insides.

"I'm sorry," she whispers brokenly, barely able to force the words past the lump in her throat. "Please forgive me." But even as she speaks, she knows that nothing can erase what they've done; that no amount of apologies or explanations will ever make this right again.

Her head snaps back as he yanks on her hair, forcing his erect member into her mouth. She gags and chokes on the intrusion, tears streaming down her face as she tries desperately to push him away. But it's no use; his grip on her hair is unbreakable, merciless in its determination to make her submit.

Her breath comes in harsh gasps as he begins to thrust shallowly into her mouth. It feels like there's nowhere for the pain and humiliation to go except deeper, filling every part of her until she feels like she might explode from the inside out. She can feel herself beginning to black out around the edges, her vision growing dim as she struggles to maintain consciousness under his relentless assault.

Her body trembles uncontrollably with sobs and shock, but still he holds her in place, forcing her to endure every second of this nightmare. She thinks she might be dying, that this is the final, horrifying act before she finally slips away into oblivion. And as her world grows darker and more distant with each thrust of his hips, she wonders if perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to simply let go and give in to the nothingness waiting for her just beyond the edge of consciousness.

Her whole body tenses as she feels him begin to thrust more forcefully into her mouth. Each rough movement sends shockwaves of pain and humiliation coursing through her, leaving her struggling for air and sanity. Tears stream down her face unchecked, blurring her vision until all she can see is the brutal, dominant figure looming above her.

Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she tries to keep pace with his movements, the taste of him filling her mouth and making her want to vomit at the same time. She thinks about reaching out, trying to grab onto something for leverage or at least some small sense of control, but her arms are pinned uselessly at her sides.

Her mind reels with confusion and fear, unable to process the reality of what's happening to her. She knows she should fight back, that this is wrong on so many levels it's impossible to count. But every instinct screams at her to obey, to do whatever he says if only it will make the pain stop.

The sound of his voice pierces through her haze, taunting her with promises and threats she can't bring herself to face. Her body trembles violently as another wave of sobs threaten to overwhelm her; tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries desperately not to break apart under the weight of his control.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her mind struggles to process the implications of his words. Fear grips her like an icy hand, choking off any chance of calm or acceptance. With trembling fingers, she wipes tears from her eyes, struggling to clear her vision as they pull up to a stop in front of her house.

The familiar surroundings seem to loom over her, dark and foreboding under the dim streetlights. She can't go back in there; not like this, with Geto and everything he's done following close behind. Her heart races frantically, trying to find some escape from the nightmare she's trapped within.

As they step out of the car, her eyes dart nervously around before settling on a figure standing nearby; her husband, silent and still in the shadows. His expression is unreadable in the darkness, but she can feel his anger like a tangible thing pressing down on her chest. Tears flow freely down her cheeks once more, blurring her vision as she tries to make sense of this new horror unfolding before her.

"Please," she whispers brokenly, looking up at Geto with pleading eyes. "You can't do this." But even as the words leave her lips, she knows they carry little weight in the face of what he's done and what he plans to do next.

Her heart pounds in her chest as Geto whispers to her; his words sending shockwaves of fear through her already fragile body. She tries to step back, but there's nowhere to go; her husband mere feet away, waiting patiently for whatever fate Geto has planned for her.

Tears stream down her face unchecked as she whispers a silent prayer, begging the universe for some small scrap of mercy. The weight of their combined gazes is crushing, leaving her feeling utterly helpless and alone in the world. She wants to run, to hide from this nightmare that's become her reality; but where can she possibly go?

With a shuddering breath, she forces herself to meet Geto's gaze once more. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "You don't understand." But even as the words leave her lips, she knows they fall on deaf ears; that there is no way for him to possibly understand the depth of her terror and despair. She feels as if she's drowning, unable to break free from the tangled web of guilt and shame that binds her tightly to this moment forever.

Her husband looks over at the sound of his name, surprise written plainly on his features. "Michael?" he asks hesitantly, eyeing the other man warily. Despite their previous agreement, seeing Geto here like this feels wrong in every sense of the word; the weight of deceit pressing down upon them all.

"Yes," Geto replies curtly, stepping forward to stand beside her. "I'm afraid there's been a bit of a misunderstanding." He pauses for a moment, his gaze flicking over to Karen before returning to her husband. "You see, I was just helping your wife out with some things...and well," he says with a shrug, "one thing led to another."

Karen's heart races as she listens to Geto speak, fear gripping her tightly. She wants nothing more than for this nightmare to be over; for everything to go back to the way it was before. But deep down, she knows that isn't possible anymore. The damage has been done, and there's no undoing it now.

Her husband stares at her in disbelief, his eyes filled with hurt and betrayal. "Karen?" he whispers, reaching out a trembling hand to touch her arm. She flinches away from his touch, unable to meet his gaze. The silence that follows is deafening; a tangle of unspoken words and conflicting emotions stretching taut between them like bowstrings ready to snap.

Finally, he speaks again, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I don't understand. What happened?" Karen closes her eyes, feeling the tears well up once more as she struggles to find the words that might explain what they've done and why it was wrong. But there

Her voice trembles as she begins to tell her husband what happened, the words tumbling out in a rush of confusion and fear. She hesitates when she gets to the part about losing the bet, but the lie feels too heavy on her tongue; they both know it isn't true anyway. As she continues, her breath comes faster, tears streaming down her face as she describes how things spiraled out of control between them and Geto.

When she finishes, there's only silence for a moment before her husband speaks again. "I... I don't know what to say." His voice is barely a whisper, his eyes filled with pain as he looks at her. Then he turns back to Geto, his face hardening. "You should have stopped her," he says quietly, anger beginning to simmer beneath the surface. "She was drunk and vulnerable. This wasn't your choice to make."

Karen wipes more tears from her cheeks, feeling a strange sense of relief at his words. Even though they don't excuse what she did or how far it went, hearing him acknowledge that some of the blame lies with Geto makes it feel just a little less hopeless. And as they stand there together beneath the cold light of streetlamps, she realizes that maybe--just maybe--they can find their way through this together after all.

But first, she has to face the consequences for her actions--and hope that somehow, they'll be able to forgive her.

Her husband's voice echoes in her mind as she listens to Geto tell his version of the story, feeling a strange mixture of shame and anger. It's true; she did lose the bet. And it was her own fault for not being able to control herself or think clearly when he offered to help her forget about it with alcohol. But knowing that she'd jeopardized everything they had simply by trying to numb the pain only makes her feel worse.

As Geto finishes, she swallows hard, struggling to find the words to apologize for what she's done. "I know I should never have let this happen," she says quietly, feeling her husband's gaze burning into the side of her face. "I-I just wanted to forget about losing...and you made me feel like it would be okay." Tears well up in her eyes again, spilling down her cheeks as she stammers out an apology that seems pitifully inadequate in the face of all they've done.

"I never should have let him touch you like that," her husband says tightly, his voice trembling with emotion. "It wasn't right...and I'm so sorry." His words cut through her like a knife, making her wince as she tries to look at him without crumpling beneath the weight of his disappointment.

She wishes there was some way she could take it all back; that she could undo everything that's happened between them. But deep down, she knows that's not possible. All she can do now is wait for her husband to decide what should happen next...and hope that somehow, they can find their way through this together.

Her heart skips a beat as her husband's hand flies up to protect his face; the shock of the unexpected blow registering before she can react. Tears spill over, streaming down her cheeks unchecked as Geto and Michael lock eyes in the midst of their confrontation. The tension between them is almost tangible, thick enough to cut with a knife.

"It's not your choice," Michael snarls through clenched teeth, his face flushing with anger. "You have no right to make decisions about her like this." Karen feels herself trembling in fear and anger, torn between the two men who both hold some measure of responsibility for the mess they're all in now.

"We should talk about this," she manages to choke out, voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Calm down." But her words fall on deaf ears as Geto and Michael continue to glare at each other, the hostility between them only escalating with every passing moment. She feels helpless, trapped in the middle of a storm she has no control over; fearing what might happen next, yet unable to make it stop.

"We need to think about what's best for the baby," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their arguments. But whether they hear her or not is uncertain, as they remain transfixed in their confrontation; the tension between them growing thicker with every passing second.

Her heart skips a beat as Geto's hand closes around her wrist in an iron grip. Fear rises up inside her like bile, choking off any hope of reason or logic. She tries to pull free from his grasp, but he holds her fast; his strength unyielding and terrifying.

"No!" she cries out, panic making her voice rise to a shrill pitch. "You can't do this! You don't know what you're saying!" Tears stream down her face as she struggles futilely against his grasp; the desperation clawing at her throat like a vice.

Her husband looks on, horror etched deeply into his features. "Geto..." he begins, his voice barely more than a whisper. But before he can finish, Geto cuts him off with a dismissive flick of his wrist.

"I've made my decision," he says coldly. His grip tightens on her arm, the pain making it difficult for her to breathe. "Now you both need to accept it and move on." He pauses for effect, his eyes narrowing malevolently as they sweep over them. "Because whether you like it or not, she's mine now...and there's nothing either of you can do about it."

Fear coils in the pit of her stomach, twisting and churning as Geto pushes her roughly toward her husband. She stumbles, barely able to keep her feet; terror paralyzing her, leaving her helpless against the terrible reality unfolding before her. As she looks up at Michael, tears streaming down her face, she sees the same horrified disbelief mirrored in his eyes.

"What do we do?" she whis

Her heart feels like it's been ripped out of her chest as she makes her way through the office door that morning. The look on Michael's face when they were finally parted from Geto haunts her every thought, a cold finality settling over her like a shroud. She can hardly bear to meet his eyes, afraid that she'll see nothing but disappointment and anger in their depths.

It had all happened so fast last night; Geto's declaration that Michael was now her husband's responsibility echoing loudly even as it sent shockwaves of fear and revulsion through her. The memory of the rough hands gripping her, the brutal thrusts inside her body...she tries to push the thoughts away, but they refuse to be silenced.

As she sits at her desk, staring numbly at the computer screen, she can't help but wonder what comes next. Will Michael ever forgive her? Can she even hope to earn his trust again after everything that's happened? A part of her feels like he deserves better; someone who hasn't made such a mess of their lives and relationships. But the other part, the one that still loves him so fiercely it hurts...that part won't give up without a fight.

Her heart races in panic as she hears Geto's words; his threats sending shockwaves of fear through her already fragile body. She knows that trying to fight him would only lead to more pain and humiliation, but the thought of enduring another round with him... With shaking hands, she takes a deep breath, mustering up what little courage she can find. "Fine," she whispers, feeling sick at the word as it leaves her lips. "But not here."

She stands, her movements awkward and hesitant, and leads Geto to an empty conference room down the hall. Once inside, she closes the door behind them, trapping herself with the man who's held so much power over her for far too long. Tears well up in her eyes once more as she waits for him to start; terrified of what he might do but determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her broken.

The air thickens between them, electric with tension and darker desires. Her skin crawls beneath Geto's hungry gaze, his grin sending a shiver down her spine as he moves closer, drawing her into his arms. She tries to steel herself against what's about to happen, but it's impossible; the memory of their past encounters still fresh in her mind, fuelling her terror and shame.

With shaking hands, she obeys his command; her breath coming in ragged gasps as she bends over the conference table, revealing her most private self to him. He watches her with predatory eyes, taking in every trembling curve of her body and the vulnerable position she's put herself in. It only serves to stoke his hunger further; making him harder than he ever thought possible beneath the weight of his jeans.

Her heart is racing, fear coursing through her veins like an icy river. The shame that fills her is overwhelming, making it impossible for her to meet his gaze as she presents herself to him. All she can do is wait for him to start; dreading what's about to happen yet unable to stop it from unfolding around her.

Her whole body tenses at his words; the accusation and pain in them cutting her to the quick. She flinches away from him, instinctively trying to close herself off emotionally as he goes on, demanding that she admit to how much she's enjoyed their encounters. It's a lie, but one she knows he'll force out of her if it means taking some twisted satisfaction in her suffering.

So, through gritted teeth and trembling lips, she whispers the words he wants to hear: "It's true. I like it when you use me...I belong to you." Her voice is barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing; the shame making it difficult for her to speak at all. But even as she says it, part of her recoils in disgust and horror at the thought that anyone could ever believe such a thing about her.

Geto grins maliciously, taking this as consent to continue with his twisted game. He roughly pulls down her pants, baring her ass to him as he presses her back against the cold tabletop. His fingers tease at her entrance before finally forcing themselves inside; stretching and penetrating her in a brutal imitation of what should be intimacy. She arches her back, crying out in pain and humiliation as she's taken once more by the man who holds so much power over her.

Her face flames with shame as she realizes how loud her cries have been; the pain and humiliation making it impossible to keep quiet. She bites down on her lip, trying to muffle the sounds that escape her throat as Geto continues his merciless thrusting inside her. The sensation of being violated like this is unbearable; a stark reminder of how much control he still has over her body and life.

Her mind spins with conflicting emotions: anger at herself for letting things go so far, fear of what will happen if anyone finds out about this, and an overwhelming desire to make it stop. But no matter how much she struggles or pleads, Geto shows no signs of relenting; his grin growing wider with each groan that escapes her lips. She can feel him getting closer, the telltale tension in his hips warning her that release is imminent once again.

Her heart pounds erratically against her ribs as she braces herself for the inevitable climax; praying it will finally be over and she'll be able to put this horrible night behind her. But even as she hopes for an end to their torment, a tiny voice at the back of her mind wonders if things will ever truly be okay again...if she can ever find a way out of the dark, twisted world Geto has dragged her into against her will.

Her breath catches in her throat as he finishes with a groan, his release filling her up and making her feel even more violated than before. For a moment, she can't move; her body trembling with the aftershocks of their encounter. When he finally pulls out of her, she scrambles to gather her clothes, desperate to escape the confines of the conference room and forget about everything that's just happened.

As she straightens up, she glances back at him, hatred burning in her eyes. "You disgusting pig," she spits through gritted teeth. "I hope you're happy knowing you destroyed any chance I had of making things right with Michael." With that, she storms out of the room and disappears down the hall; tears streaming unchecked down her face as she struggles to hold herself together until she can find someplace safe to hide and lick her wounds.

Her heart feels like it's been shredded into a thousand tiny pieces; every piece branded with his name and the shame of what they've done. But as painful as it is, she knows that she can't go back to how things were before this; not when everything has changed so drastically and irrevocably. She has to find some way to move forward...even if that means leaving behind the life she once knew.

Her words catch in her throat as he speaks; the implications of what he's saying sending a chill through her already battered heart. He wants to use their baby against her, make her suffer even more for denying him...for denying them both something they'd both wanted so desperately. It feels like a cruel twist of fate; another way that Geto can control her, force her into doing whatever he pleases.

She shakes her head, tears streaming down her face as she tries to gather the strength to tell him no, to fight back against his manipulations and threats. But the truth is, she doesn't know if she can do any of that anymore; not when every part of her aches from the pain he's caused, both physical and emotional. All she can do right now is try to survive this...and hope that somehow, things will get better in time.