Jessica opened her eyes in pain, her ears ringing, her body screaming, and her cheek burning.
She blinked a few times to clear her cloudy vision, but the first thing she saw was a familiar black mask.
Once she regained her memories, her mouth opened widely.
"AH—!"
Before she could scream, Dante shoved his arm deep into her mouth.
His hand slid past her teeth, driving beyond her tongue deep into the slick tunnel of her throat.
She felt the knuckles press against the back of her mouth, making her feel like he was touching the base of her skull from the inside. She couldn't close her jaw, she couldn't make a sound, and she couldn't even vomit.
When she tried to scream, the sound died in her throat with no air to push past the hand.
Pain. Despair. Helplessness. Different emotions overwhelmed her entire being and brought tears to her beautiful, pink, heart-shaped eyes.
She weakly raised her hands and tried to pull Dante's hand out, but all her efforts were meaningless.
