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1. "I pushed into her like a predator, hungry, relentless, and uncaring. Her body was just an instrument, her cries nothing but the music to my twisted rhythm." 2. "Every thrust was a demand, every touch a claim. I wasn’t just with her—I was inside her, consuming her, taking her until there was nothing left but my name on her skin." 3. "She was no longer herself. She had become an extension of my desire, a thing to be shaped by my hands, to be molded until she could no longer tell where I ended and she began." 4. "I didn't want her to love me—I wanted her to need me, to crave me like air, to suffocate under the weight of my presence, until there was nothing left but the raw edge of her desire for me." 5. "Her body trembled beneath mine, but it wasn’t fear that made her quiver. It was desire, naked and raw, twisting her up in ways she couldn’t understand, couldn’t escape." 6. "I didn’t care if she begged. I didn’t care if she screamed. All that mattered was the sound of her surrender, the way her body gave in to me like a puppet without strings." 7. "We became nothing but flesh, intertwined and pulsing with need, where there were no words left, no thoughts. Just the brutal rhythm of bodies crashing into one another." 8. "I wanted to break her, not in body but in spirit, to make her crave me until she was no longer herself, until all she knew was the taste of my skin and the sound of my name on her lips." 9. "She was mine to destroy, and I would do it slowly, piece by piece, with each kiss, each touch, until she was nothing but a shadow of herself, a reflection of my need." 10. "I wanted her to lose herself, to forget who she was in the heat of our bodies colliding. I wanted her to dissolve into me, to become my creation, something born out of my will and desire."