His perfect, perfect fuckable little doll. He lies on top of her, his hands running along her body. She stays there, still locked in place, the sheets under her cheek cold from all the tears that have seeped out. Finally he slides out, teasing the stretched-out opening with his fingers – jesting that he didn’t expect her to get that loose – and pushing his seed back in, instructing her to clench and keep it in even though she can’t move.