The End?

The brute continued to copulate with me. Wildly and roughly. My body began to yield under the onslaught. With the last of my willpower, I resisted giving in to the desire that was building up inside me. I was not a common woman, I told myself over and over again, subject to primal urges and profane desires. I was a woman of faith and spirit.

And yet it was so incredibly difficult to hold on to the last thread of hope that kept me from falling into damnation.

The demon roared triumphantly and—oh no, I didn't want to believe it—spilled his repulsive seed deep inside me. I felt defiled and humiliated.

He carelessly dropped me as if I were nothing more than a toy that had lost its appeal for him.