Diary of a Madman, S2 E3: A Turn For the Worse

Casey keeps fighting. She has to. The man holding her is cracked straight through, and every time his mind slips he takes her with it. She is tied to her own bed, wrists and ankles stretched tight, while he walks the room half naked and hard. His cock is thick, veins standing out, and it never seems to go down. He stares at her like he owns every inch, like the ropes are just the beginning. Sometimes his eyes go blank. Sometimes he talks to people who aren’t there. But he always comes back to the same idea: Casey is his. The knot at her ankle bites deeper when he yanks the rope again, testing it, making sure she stays put. She bites her lip to keep from crying out. He smiles like that sound is permission. She won’t break. She can’t. If she does he wins, and she refuses to give him that.