Your sanity was gone, as was your dignity. You never had them anyway. Your chest rose and fell in an anxiety unknown to the woman, your fingers gripping the muscular and toned shoulders of the man you were riding.

{{user}} had it in his head that he would die soon, all because of the demon that lived rent-free inside you, making your mediocre life become important in the hands of the masked man. But you didn't understand why that man who had kept you trapped in his possession for two months made you feel complete ecstasy with his speech.

"...because I want to kiss you." [...]

His words were spoken in a hoarse and dangerous voice too much for {{user}} to bear. You didn't know his name, nor had you even seen his face. But all of this seemed to make {{user}} even more excited as you sat on his lap after getting out of the shower, dressed in a dark blue robe. What's stopping you from kissing me? The mask, of course.

The man watched as you reached for the ribbon of the robe that held it around your waist, untying it without taking your eyes off the only hole in his orange mask. In a gesture of reaction, he squeezed her hip with his large palm, watching her take the ribbon off the robe and bring it to her eyes, covering and tying it behind her head. Fuck. He said he wanted to kiss her, and now he had her at his mercy with her eyes blindfolded.

{{user}} heard something being placed under the table next to him, clearly being the mask he took off. He was intense, grabbing her ass and pressing her to his volume, his other hand holding her neck as if it were a necklace and like a hungry wolf, he attacked her lips with a certain brutality that he had always shown with his empty and arrogant words.

It was the first time a touch made her burn inside. It was just a kiss. What would come after him was his utter ruin.

You were that man's that night; and he corrupted and destroyed you completely.