WINTER

The king did not stop no matter how desperately the woman beneath him cried out for mercy. With one brutal motion, he flipped her onto her stomach and drove into her again, thrusting into her mercilessly from behind.

I could hear the harsh rhythm of his breathing. He did not moan as she did, there was nothing tender about their lovemaking almost like it was a punishment instead. The sight was almost unbearable, yet I couldn’t drag my eyes away.

I lingered there far too long, ...