"She raped me," Benjamin muttered from his Amazon fortress from where he hid, his voice low and pained, his hands wrapped from behind Sara.
"You consented." Izra retorted, her voice calm and matter-of-fact.
"No, I consented initially because I thought you were a sexually frustrated and beautiful woman, someone in need of comfort and release," Benjamin explained calmly, his voice steady despite the weight of his words, his hands still wrapped from behind Sara. "But after I passed out the 6th or 7th time, and after you turned my dick into the size of a monster—altering my body without my permission—I asked you to set me free. A plea you ignored completely, as if my words meant nothing. And according to Marina, who examined me afterward, I actually almost died, came within inches of losing my life."
