Fuck Piper like a flashlight in front of John

Dennis lifted Piper as if she weighed nothing. Her back was flush against his chest, her head lolling back onto his shoulder, her lips still swollen and parted. One of his arms was a steel band across her torso, pinning her arms between their bodies. The other snaked down her stomach, his fingers splayed possessively over her body.

"Look at him, Piper," Dennis commanded, his lips brushing against her ear. "Look at the man who traded you for thirty seconds of pleasure."

Her eyes, hazy and unfocused, struggled to focus on John standing in the doorway, held fast by Nina. A wave of nausea rose in John's throat. He saw it then, not just fear or pain, but a terrifying, dawning acceptance in her gaze.

With one hand, Dennis positioned himself. Then, he pushed inside her from below, a slow, inexorable invasion. There was no resistance. Her body, already primed and punished, yielded to him. John watched, mesmerized and horrified, as Piper was split open again, her body stretched to accommodate him.

He began to move. Not with the punishing rhythm from before, but with a deep, grinding motion. He was using her, holding her like a piece of furniture, a living fleshlight, and her feet, still touching the floor, trembled with the effort of staying upright. His other hand came up to her throat, not ****, just resting there, a constant, unspoken threat. Her breath hitched.

"Tell him you love it," Dennis growled, his eyes locked on John over Piper's shoulder.

A tear escaped and slid down Piper's cheek. Her voice was a fractured whisper when it came. "I... I love it."

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