Yelena could hardly breathe. Her lungs felt heavy, her chest tight, as Mika's words pressed in on her from every direction.
She had faced monsters before, hordes of the undead, grotesque abominations that clawed at her armor, but somehow this?...This was worse.
This was more terrifying. Not because of blood or violence, but because every filthy word coming out of Mika's mouth dug deep into places inside of her she didn't want to acknowledge. Her mind was a haze, a swirl of shame and unbearable heat.
Yet even in that fog, one question gnawed at her, refusing to let her go. So even when she could feel him tugging at her underwear, sliding the thin fabric deeper into her cheeks, spreading her in ways that made her tremble, her lips moved almost on their own as she asked, voice faint and trembling,
"Mika...I understand that you had those thoughts back then...in the past, when you were younger. You had such d-dirty thoughts about my body…"
