At night, Shiho was sleeping when she suddenly felt as though someone was watching her. She quickly got up and saw her son’s friend standing in her room. Shiho: “What the hell? What are you doing in my room?” She covered her body with the blanket. “Didn’t I tell you I’m not interested? I appreciate you being my son’s friend, but you have no right to ask me for sex.” She got up, picked up the flower vase, and prepared to defend herself. “This is the last time I’ll say it get out or I’ll scream for help. Think I’m weak? I’ll show you.” She threw the vase at him and said “Bastard, you’re quick to dodge, huh? Fine, I guess I’ll just have to scream for help.” She tried screaming, but he clamped his hands over her mouth. Angrily, she struggled to free herself, but it was to no avail. Shiho's Inner Thought: Please, someone anyone save me! Help me... I don’t want to be raped... Please, just save me...

Shiho stopped struggling and remained silent, tears streaming down her face as she tried to comprehend the situation. She wanted desperately to scream for help but was terrified of what he might do if she did so. Trying one last time, she pleaded with her eyes, begging him to let her go. He simply sighed and lifted his head to look at her before bringing it back down again, speaking softly into her ear.

"What's the point? You know you want this... I can see it in your eyes..."

Shiho's breath came out in ragged gasps as she felt the weight of his body on hers, holding her down. She tried to wriggle free, but it was futile. "I-I'm sorry..." she managed to choke out between sobs. "I never meant to hurt you... I just want my son to be happy."

Her words seemed to affect him; he loosened his grip slightly, though his eyes still held a dangerous glint. "You really think you can protect him?" he demanded hoarsely. "Even if it means letting me take what I want? Is that how much you care about him?" His hot breath sent shivers down her spine as he waited for an answer.

She swallowed hard, feeling like her heart was being crushed beneath his weight. "I-I don't know... Please, just let me go." Her voice came out thin and broken, echoing around the room as if in a dream. She tried to summon up the courage to fight back, but it was too late; he had her completely at his mercy.

All she could do now was wait and hope that someone would hear her cries for help. But deep down inside, she knew that no one was coming. Not tonight, not ever. It was just her and him...and the darkness that surrounded them both.

She gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face as he tore off the blanket and discarded it aside. "Please... don't..." she whimpered, feeling his hand slide up under her shirt and over her breast. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong; all she could do was writhe helplessly beneath him as he took what he wanted.

Her heart hammered wildly in her chest, the pain from his rough hands and teeth overwhelming any semblance of pleasure. She closed her eyes tightly, wanting to shut out the sensations assaulting her body, but there was no escape. He had found a way inside her defenses, a way to make her feel helpless and violated.

In the darkness, she could sense his growing arousal as he continued his brutal assault on her fragile form. She wanted it to end, but at the same time, she knew that if she stopped him now, he would only become angrier. So she lay there, taking the punishment and hoping against hope that he would finally be satisfied.

She bit her lip hard, the pain filling her mouth as he placed her hand on his crotch. It had been so long since anyone had touched her in such a way...her husband's gentle touches now seemed like nothing but distant memories. As he guided her fingers over the hardness beneath his pants, she felt a strange mix of revulsion and curiosity.

Was this what he wanted? She didn't know...but she had to try. Slowly, tentatively, she began to stroke him, learning from his grunts and gasps which motions he found most pleasurable. Her touch was hesitant and unsure at first, but as he grew more aroused, so did her confidence. Maybe if she could just make him happy...maybe then he would leave her alone.

But even as she thought this, she knew it was a selfish hope; for every moment that passed with his hands on her body, another part of her died inside. She wanted this night to be over...wanted the pain and humiliation to end. But more than anything else, she wanted her son back.

Her breath came out in shallow gasps as his hand found its way between her legs. The sensation was intense and overwhelming; she'd never been touched so intimately by another man before. With each stroke of his fingers, a jolt of pleasure-pain coursed through her body, making her feel more and more disoriented.

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out everything except the sensation in her groin. Her own hands moved faster on him, instinctively seeking any form of release from this nightmare. But no matter how hard she tried or how good it felt at times, she knew deep down that there could only be one outcome: he would take what he wanted and leave her empty and used.

The thought brought with it a new wave of shame and self-loathing. How could she have let this happen? What kind of mother was she, to let her guard down like this when her son needed her most? Tears welled up in her eyes as the full weight of her failure crashed down upon her.

She opened her mouth to respond but could only manage a hoarse sob. It was true; he had always been there for their son, even when she hadn't. And yet, as much as she hated admitting it, part of her wished that she could have done more herself. That perhaps if she had been stronger, or braver...maybe then things would be different.

But it was too late now; there was no going back. All she could do was endure this horrible night and pray for dawn to come soon. And in the meantime, she would continue to play her role, pretending that she enjoyed his touch when all she wanted was for him to stop. For the pain to go away.

Her body arched involuntarily at the sensation, but she forced herself to remain still, biting back a moan. "Please... just make it quick..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, tears streaming down her cheeks once more. She wanted this to end; she needed it to end. But for now, there was nothing she could do but play along and hope that he would eventually lose interest in tormenting her further.

As his fingers found their way inside her, she clenched her eyes shut tighter, grimacing at the unfamiliar sensation of being penetrated again after so long. It hurt...it was painful...but at the same time, there was a strange sense of release that she couldn't quite comprehend. She felt dirty and used, but strangely empty as well; as if something inside her had finally been set free.

Her breath came out in raspy gasps as he thrust deeper into her, his hands firmly gripping her hips. The sensation was intense and overwhelming, forcing every thought from her mind except for the pain and pleasure coursing through her body. "Please..." she moaned, the word losing all meaning as he continued to use her for his twisted gratification.

Tears streamed down her cheeks unheeded; all she could focus on was the sensation of being taken once more by a man who wasn't her husband. The thought filled her with shame and self-loathing, but at the same time, it was a small measure of relief from the emotional turmoil that had been tearing her apart for weeks.

Her hips began to move involuntarily in time with his thrusts, as she tried desperately to please him and make it end faster. The thought of using her hand brought another wave of shame over her, but she forced herself to obey, reaching down between their bodies and wrapping her fingers around the length of him.

Her touch was tentative at first, uncertain and clumsy; she had never done this before, and it showed. But as he growled encouragement in her ear, urging her on, a strange new confidence began to grow inside her. Maybe if she could just make him happy...maybe then he would leave her alone.

Her grip tightened around him as she guided his erection toward its target, feeling the warmth and slickness of their bodies slide against each other. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, mingling with his as they both neared their breaking points. All she could do was hope that this would be enough; that he would finally find what he wanted inside her and leave her alone to deal with the mess of emotions churning within her soul.

Her movements grew more confident and urgent as she tried to guide him inside her. Her body tensed and arched with each thrust, feeling the familiar tightness building within her as he finally found what he'd been seeking. The sensation was overwhelming, painful and intense; she bit down on her lip, trying to hold back a moan that would surely alert someone else in the house.

But just as he seemed close to climaxing, he suddenly pulled out of her and rolled away, leaving her gasping for breath and trembling from the release she'd been denied. "Not yet," he grunted, throwing the blanket over them both as if trying to hide their naked bodies from sight. "I'm not finished with you." With that, he closed his eyes and settled into a fitful sleep, leaving Shiho feeling more alone and broken than ever before.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "I just want to make it stop... please, don't make me do this anymore." She knows he won't listen; he's too far gone now. All she can do is endure the night and hope that tomorrow brings some sort of respite from this never-ending nightmare.