[soulless]

To be honest, it doesn’t matter because, as some have already pointed out, fundamentally they are all the same. They’ll react differently to being taken, some will plead and cry, others will fight, some will indignantly berate you and assure you that justice will prevail. But eventually (as they lie there tied to the table, ankles bound to the bottom of the legs, buttocks hanging of the edge, back arched, most intimate parts open and exposed) they realise that their education and their background means nothing.

Her chest will heave, her breathing will become deeper. As she hears the buckle being undone and the sound of a zipper being pushed down, all those words, all that pleading ... it just stops. And at some point, as she feels him between her thighs, the calloused grainy hands gripping her hips ... she just accepts it!

And when she accepts it, her head goes back, her fingers grip the table edge ... and seconds later there is that sharp unmistakable exhalation of breath.

She’s no different than the others!