The woman above me has changed from dangerous woman into an almost inhuman monster, her little growls and purrs mark her as something more than the usual ‘damaged’ survivor. I try and keep my eyes shut, unwilling and unable to stare into the depths of her eyes. But as she moves I can almost feel an electric wave of emotion explode from her as if she too were omitting cracks of lightening and my eyes sprung open. The sudden glint of metal on the knife and momentarily I fear for my life, but she slashes at her own arm and I gasp. The wound shallow, but real. Speckles of the blood spray across my face and chest. My eyes remain fixed and wide on her. Her gaze returned to mine and I saw something I hadn’t expected but understood immediately.

The fiery turmoil seemed to have faded to a controlled glow. Still dangerous, still powerful…but now under control…and her need for the self wounding became clear. My mind flicks to my upper thighs and the marks that are so far hidden there beneath my clothes. My eyes flicked between her face and her bleeding arm, watching the blood well and flow down her arm. I jump as she throws the knife aside, the noise and actions shocking me. She was weaponless…if I could pull myself up from this floor I felt sure I could overpower her.

Then, as if she had just read my mind, she began to pull at the waist band of my jeans; I found an ounce of strength and twisted in protest…desperate to stop her from completing my humiliation. But it was useless…her renewed strength gained from the cutting of her arm gave her the edge and she knew it. She pulled and pulled, I felt the cool air whip around my now exposed centre, my legs…she paused as she no doubt saw the wounds and scarring upon my thighs and groin. Yeah…some of them were torn from my young body when I was raped, but others…she would know that some of them were newer, fresh…

I tried to pull my legs together, I glanced down, using what strength and fight I had left merely to lift my head just as she pushed forward spreading her legs…and dipping her head. The sensation of her tongue against my centre drives my head back and my back into a curve…such gentleness, tenderness…and yet…oh god…I want to rip my body away from her, but…instead I find my hips pressing forward into her eager tongue…