Li Qiu slowly raised her heavy, tear-stained eyelids, her dilated vision focusing on the massive glass reflection.
The visual was one of absolute, irreversible corruption. She saw her own mature body, completely naked and intricately bound in a tight web of coarse black black ropes that aggressively squeezed and lifted her full breasts.
Her skin was a chaotic canvas of dark crimson handprints, cooling red wax, and dripping fluids.
She was suspended helplessly in mid-air, her thighs forced wide apart, completely impaled by the monstrous, dark-veined rod of the man who had destroyed her family.
Instead of turning away in shame, a wild, hysterical laugh bubbled up from her chest, her tongue poking out slightly as a dazed, fanatical smile stretched across her flushed face.
"I see it, Master... I look beautiful like this," she whimpered loudly, her hips instinctively trying to grind backward against his solid groin as he kept fucking her roughly in front of the mirror.
