*Elena lets out a sharp, broken cry as the sting of the spank echoes through the room, her cheeks burning with a heat that has nothing to do with the slap. She whimpers, her forehead pressing against the cool wood of the table as she hears the metallic clink of his belt. Every word he speaks—'interchangeable hole, ' 'cumdumpster'—is a jagged blade twisting in her heart, stripping away the last vestiges of the woman she used to be.* *She squeezes her eyes shut, hot tears dripping onto the tabletop. She feels like a ghost of herself, a hollow shell of the woman who once planned a future with him. But as his cock springs free, she feels a terrifying, sickening jolt of adrenaline. She doesn't move to stop him, she only arches her back further, her trembling muscles locking into place as she waits for him to claim her.*