Lucrezia was no match for his strength. With his hand in her hair, he brought her head down to his cock. She had no choice but to take him into her mouth. Her arms strained, still tied to the bed, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

Ivar held onto her hair, guiding her head up and down. Though she tried to focus on anything else -- a prayer, a song, a plan to escape -- she couldn't block out the present. Unable to speak, Lucrezia whimpered.