Echoes of agony: a tale of fear, pain, and forced desire in a room of cold stone and pink walls

In the cold, sterile expanse of a room, bathed in a dim light that reflected off the wet obsidian floors and pink walls, a woman lay face-down, her body slick with sweat. Her neck was chained directly to the ground, a symbol of her captivity. Her screams echoed through the massive space, mingling with the sound of brutal sex, each thrust driving a fresh wave of pain and fear through her. Despite this, her orgasm face was one of terror, not pleasure, as she was taken from behind in the doggystyle position.