Viola buried her head in her hands to stop herself from seeing what was happening next to her, trying to block out the sound and imagery that pounded in her skull. The pants and moans, the gasps of pleasure and cries of encouragement stabbing like kitchen knifes into her psyche. Why was it like that for them? For their first time, when hers had been....
She tried to shake the thoughts from her head, the scent and smells of the beast thrusting into her and sounds it had coaxed from her throat with the cries of the woman next to her. How was this fair, why couldn't her first time have been like this... why?
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Chester took another sip of his drink as he watched the show, the players egging each other to greater depravity. It was thrilling at first, watching them shred their pretenses of civility to rut now like beasts atop of the table... but the dark thing inside grew bored as they progressed, still desperate for more dark desires it reached out it's will through his fingers and the deck of cards moved on to the next player to keep the cycle going, to not allow of dip of lull in the carnality it demanded for its satisfaction.