Something about her inflamed Ethan immediately. Was it the youth? The innocence? The awkwardness? Was it fear? Was it the fear he saw in her eyes as they darted back and forth across the room?

It was the fear. It was like his nostrils were filled with the smell of blood. He could smell it, as he approached her with animal desire. Not even looking at her, he grabbed her by the wrist. He didn’t notice the new more intense fear that came to her eyes. There was an orgy starting in the middle of the room, but he wanted her to himself. He took her to a side room where he could enjoy an intimate encounter.

When he dragged her into the room, he turned on the lights and tore off her teddy. Frozen now, she just stared at Ethan with all that fear in her eyes. He looked at her young body. Her breasts were still developing and her pubic hair had yet to fully fill in.

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So taut, and innocent. She smelled like a baby. Ethan couldn’t hold himself back, Not with the fear in those eyes. They triggered a reflex response. He snorted like a beast. Like a wolf clamping onto the jugular, he forced her into submission by applying violent force with his forearm over her mouth and face and grinding her head into the bed as he mounted her. She was terrified and didn’t move as he took her. Her weakness and refusal to fight filled Ethan with rage, and he took again. This time harder. When he was done, he shoved her to the side of the bed and fell into a drunken sleep.