Sophia kept moaning in pain as she felt her ribs protesting under the pressure of the man's hairy legs, fearing they would break. Despite the agony, her fighter's spirit compelled her to keep struggling, attempting to wriggle out of Alex's grasp. But he was too strong and heavy, his experience as a fighter evident in his control over her.

Sensing her movements, Alex adjusted his position, rolling her face onto the rough wooden floor. He then bent her right knee behind her back, pulling her small bare ankle towards her body. With his weight pressing down on her back, he reached for her chin and pulled it up, contorting the young woman unnaturally.

Sophia cried out in pain, her voice filled with anguish as she finally gave up and begged him not to break her in half. She was genuinely afraid that he would injure her severely. Mocking her earlier confidence, Alex taunted, "Maybe you should have run away as soon as you saw me."

In tears, Sophia started to whisper pathetic "Please, enough..." pleadings, her body trembling under his dominance. She felt powerless; her hair was tumbled messily across the floor and her bare foot pulled unnaturally behind her. They were locked in an intense struggle displaying a stark contrast - his muscular torso was exerting its power, while her smaller frame fought relentlessly against the submission.