(…)Despite his brutality, Ginny felt that medley of conflicting feelings in her insides: a part of her screamed with horror, fear and disgust, urging her to do something, to escape from that vice that drove her mad; but the other groaned with pleasure, asking (claiming) more and craving the feeling of completeness, the ecstasy, the mental condition in which she cared of nothing. Suppressing a sob, Ginny felt Tom’s hands moving on her body, she felt him ready to penetrate her: she didn’t know why, but in her mind appeared a miniature of a book she read years before for a History’s essay: it represented knights with a battering ran attacking a castle defended by flowers-throwing dames. Tom stopped kissing her, his head on her shoulder and a hand pressed on her mouth; Ginny closed her eyes to not give him the satisfaction to see her crying.
A wicked spitting cut off Tom and he stared at two yellow lamp-like eyes. “Damn cat!” he hissed angrily. (…)
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