The Fall

Sarah

Internally, I thanked him for not expecting me to pretend to enjoy it and for not counting on my active participation in that vile act.

"I will do as you wish," I obediently replied.

"Perfect."

He then got up from the bed and walked over to where I was, stopping by my side. His hands descended onto my long hair, gathering it in one hand and holding it firmly enough for my head to follow the same direction. I wouldn't say he pulled forcefully, just that I wasn't prepared for what he did.

"I can't say for certain, but you seem different from the photos," he said, sounding pensive, still holding a handful of my hair in his large hand.

I feared that he would discover that the person who had bid in the auction wasn't the same one who was with him there, in that cabin, and I tried to distract him, but I couldn't imagine how with him being so close to me and his scent overwhelming my senses as it had never happened before in my life.

"It hurts," I lied.

I only thought about using it as