The Descent into Darkness

As Cassius's body continued to claim hers, Mori felt a growing sense of desperation. She was trapped, unable to escape the nightmare that was unfolding around her. Cassius's slow and deliberate pace had been agonizing, but it was about to get worse. He began to pick up his pace, his body moving in and out of hers with a rhythmic intensity that was almost unbearable. Mori felt her body responding against her will, her muscles tightening as Cassius's cock hit a spot deep inside of her. She tried to fight it, to resist the sensations that were coursing through her body, but it was no use. A low moan escaped her lips, and she felt a wave of shame wash over her. Cassius's grip on her neck tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he moved faster and faster. "You're so tight," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "So perfect. You were made for me, Mori." Mori felt a surge of anger at his words, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the fear and despair that had been building inside of her. She was at his mercy, and she knew it. Cassius could do whatever he wanted to her, and she was powerless to stop him. As he continued to move inside of her, Cassius's words became a steady stream of degradation and possession. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You'll do whatever I want, whenever I want. You're my slave, Mori. My property." Mori felt her body responding to his words, her moans growing louder and more frequent as Cassius's pace quickened. She was trapped in a living hell, and she didn't know how much more she could take. The darkness closed in around her, suffocating her, as Cassius's body moved in and out of hers with a relentless intensity. "You're so wet," Cassius whispered, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips. "So hot. You're going to make me come, Mori." Mori felt a wave of humiliation wash over her as she realized that her body was betraying her. She was responding to Cassius's touch, to his words, and it was making her feel like a monster. She was a prisoner, a slave, and she was at the mercy of a man who seemed to take pleasure in her pain. As Cassius's body stiffened, Mori knew that he was close to coming. She felt a sense of dread wash over her, a sense of impending doom that she couldn't shake. She was trapped, and she didn't know if she would ever be free.