Captor making me look in the mirror at all of the scars and bruises she gave me >>>
Trying not to sob as I realize ill likely never fully recover from the damage she did while she coos, pulling my hair to force me to keep looking.
"Look at yourself, pretty thing, look at yourself and tell me you're not mine."
"Thaaaats it, cry for me. No one else can do this to you, no one else gets to see you like this."
She let's go and my sobbing intensifies as I shield my eyes, refusing to willingly look at myself in this state. I lose track of how long I was left there but it certainly wasn't much time at all, and because before I know it she's rubbing herself against me. I weakly attempted to protest this, only to be met with more cooing
"It's your fault for crying so pretty, how do you expect me to hold myself back when you whine like that?"
