Sam doesn't give you the chance to speak*

"You're wr- mmph!"

Sam shoves you further up the bed, so that your cheek rests on the pretty pink pillows, and grabs the back of your head so that he can smush your face into them.

"Enough talking, bitch. Just make some nice moans into that pillow for me, that's it."

"Mmph!" you object. "Mmph mmph mmph!"

You try to break free to speak, but it's your neck muscles against his entire arm. If you had your hands free to push off with you might stand some chance, but as it is you can barely wiggle your head right now.

In your heart, you know you've lost. You can't do a single thing to free yourself, not even speak. You start crying into the pillow, your sobs in tune with his brutal penetrations.

Your thoughts float away from your body and drift to all the people you'll leave behind to mourn you.

Julian, your best friend since childhood. You've been in all the same schools, even up to this university. Neither of you has known a life without the other since before education. When you die, a part of him will go with you, you know it.

Your family. Mum. Dad. Gwen & Alex, your older & younger sisters. You love them more than the world itself, and you know they feel the same way about you. They might never even know why you never returned from university.

The swim team. The cheerleading team. Classmates. Professors. So many people who've grown fond of you over the years. You're about to leave them all behind because a jock and a bimbo decided to fetishise your ****!

"Ohhhh fuck, I'm getting close!"

Sam's moan snaps you back to the reality of your situation. You can't give up! Even if it's hopeless, you won't die without a fight!

"Mmmmmph! Mmmph! Mmmmmmmmph!" You're screaming into the pillow, **** to have any word be heard. With what little range of movement you have, you rock your hips from side-to-side, trying frantically to dislodge his dick.

"There's no escape now bitch!" Mandy cheers from the sidelines.

"I can feel her heartbeat in her ass; she's really panicking!" Sam laughs. He presses on your head so hard you stop being able to breathe. If his seed weren't about to kill you, the pillow would!

"Mmmmmmmmmhmmhmhmph!" Your scream turns into sobs as the hopelessness of your situation, the unfairness of it, all bears down upon you.

"Oh fuck, here it comes bitch! Take my seed and die!"

With a final thrust, Sam buries his stake deep within your tomb and releases a cursed torrent of poison within you.

As soon as the first spurt hits your walls, your fate is sealed. Sam pulls out and watches as you start to convulse. A blinding pain radiates from your chest, as it feels as if your heart is being cut open from within!

Your heart is using up every beat of the rest of your lifetime. They say the past flashes before your eyes when you die, but in your case, all you can see are flashes of the future you could've had. Success. Family. Happiness.

Instead, your potential future is being converted directly into pleasure for your enemy. Your very heart drained of everything it has, for the sole purpose of satisfying a bimbo with a vapid vendetta.

And when your heart reaches its final beat... it explodes! Your vision turns red and your consciousness fades. And the last thing you hear is Mandy's bitter cackle.