Resist.

Shiki needed to resist the thoughts. She had to find a way out of this situation she had lost herself into her. She needed her knife.. Where was it..? Her clothes were all over the place, and no doubt she had flung them somewhere during her time lost in copulation with the large black man. She searched about, underneath the bed, her strewn about clothes, and her jacket to no avail. But, as she seemed quite lost at finding her weapon, a glint of silver reflected off towards her eyes. Underneath the drawer.

Shiki fell down onto all fours, as she took a look underneath. There. It somehow had flung itself underneath the drawers, but she had at least found it. She tried to reach for it, her arms a bit too large to fit fully underneath.

"What're you doing bitch?"

She hadn't realized it, but he was out from the shower, and now staring directly at her. She stood up quickly, her legs shaking as they suddenly shot up, fatigued and weak, but full of adrenaline as Shiki went over a makeshift plan to fight him.

"On your knees, bitch."

Shiki fell with a thud. Her knees hitting the floor, as the man approached.

"Spread those legs."

She nodded. Her legs slowly began to split wide apart for him.

"Finger that cunt."

A hand fell down, as it crawled up towards her own pussy, and started to slowly thrust, and hook into her cunt.

The Black man grinned, as he dropped the towel, revealing his cock once more again. Grabbing and jerking it off slowly, getting it right back to it's thick, hardened erect state right in front of her eyes, as Shiki gasped, and groaned softly.

"Suck"