[Lilia]

A fat bead of tear rolled down from the corner of my eyes. My sobs were drowned by his mouth as he bit my lower lips, clipping it in between his teeth, drawing some blood.

The heavy, irony taste burst on my buds, twisting my guts with revulsion. Nonetheless, he did not cease his assaults and continued to devour my lips as if he were a hungry lion in search of some flesh. His weight is pinning me down, rendering my body immobile. The only thing left for me was to cry.

His rough kisses ...