Roy hadn't completely come to her senses.
Her mind was floating in mid-air, her body still shackled by Elrian. The terrifying shaft's tip was almost prying open the fragile entrance to her womb, drilling inside.
It was a sharp pain. Roy looked down, seeing her wide-open legs, stretched so wide that her pitiable delicate flower turned pale. The deep red shaft, of a horrifying size, rapidly entered and exited, with a faint gleam of wetness visible.
She was now sitting on Elrian. Her torn clothes piled around her waist, her upper body almost completely exposed. Her breasts trembled and quivered, the nipples slightly swollen from earlier rubbing against the ground, showing a deep red color. Elrian's hands clenched her waist, with rough callouses pressing against her tender skin, transmitting a scorching heat.
His thrusts were without rhyme or reason, nothing but brutal. Roy felt like a shipwreck in the ocean, sometimes hurled into the air, sometimes slammed into the deep. She endured the ravages of the storm, her ears filled with the slap of bodies and occasional low groans.
Other than that, there was no sound in the interrogation room.
Theodore was too calm, Roy vaguely thought, if Theo would just say something to soothe her, even half a sentence, her torment would be lessened.
But he just watched.
His gaze was like a voyeur's, a third party's stare.
Roy's brain was almost turned to mush. Her consciousness was unclear, but her body was unmistakably uncomfortable. Her abdomen felt like it was on fire, as if flames were burning, the poisonous blaze licking her organs, burning through her heart, crawling up her esophagus and throat.
She wanted to vomit, pushing Elrian's chest with her hands, only to get more intense thrusts. Amid her confused thoughts, her right hand involuntarily flew out, slapping his face.
Slap!
The sound of the slap was exceptionally loud.
Elrian's head turned slightly from the blow, his cheek quickly flush with color.
He licked the numbed corner of his lips, his tongue pressing against his gums, and laughed silently. His dark golden pupils fixed on her, like a beast about to tear into its prey.
"Fuck you, you little bitch."
Elrian's tone was gentle; the next moment, he picked up Roy, took a few steps, and harshly pressed her against the cold glass. At the same time, the shaft plunged into Roy's body, leaving no room.
Too deep, too deep, too deep!
Roy could no longer sort through the chaotic information in her mind, screaming as she fought Elrian. She slapped his face, pounded his chest, but only provoked wilder thrusts. Elrian's eyes slightly reddened, strands of messy golden hair drenched by sweat clung to his forehead.
Annoyed by Roy, he simply grabbed her slender wrists, pressed them against the glass window. He lifted one of her thighs, forcibly hooking it around his waist.
The glass was shaken violently, fragments of milky white splashes scattered onto it, then slowly trickled down.
For the prisoners inside, the scene was obscene and dirty.
Theodore watched his fiancée. Roy's body was not voluptuous, possibly too slender. Her spine pressed against the glass, shoulder blades prominently etched like two trembling butterfly wings. With every thrust from Elrian, her waist instinctively shuddered, causing her rounded buttocks to blush a pitiful pink. Her beautiful platinum hair fell down, rubbing against the transparent glass, and clumped together with sweat and semen.
This was clearly one-sided invasion.
Yet from Theodore's perspective, it seemed like a consensual act.
He tightened his jaw, his deep, cold black eyes flooded with disgust. Hands shackled on the chair gradually clenched, veins bulging on the back of his hands.