Little Goat Mountain transient

So, it was that she complied with him, and Ithrik reveled in defiling her body again and again until she could not stand to hold his frame. He played with her until he thought it might drive her mad. No matter how resilient she was, he was quick to quell the attempts each and every time. The fire in his gaze did not leave, not even when he could no longer break her. Instead, he lay sprawled across the cave floor with his eyes glued to her shattered figure and a twisted grin adorning his dark muzzle. The days after were a series of the same sad images. Ithrik relished in each thrust he invaded her with. Even the sound of her whimper and whine was enough to swell his ego. All of it was worth every square inch of his sanity that it occupied. He had very little left, after all.