For in primal terms nothing spoke louder than this brutal marking which Winston thought defined their roles for all eternity to come, a pact sealed not in blood but something much deeper. As Liz lay exposed, still reeling from the realization that hit her like a ton bricks and trying to process this unexpected jolt back into some semblance of self-awareness. XXX Liz was but a vessel, one crafted by nature for his use and now molded further under the primal instincts he embodied. Winston, sensing no hesitation or resistance from his willing partner now threw himself wholeheartedly at this task. He had never felt such resistance before; every motion sparked an unbridled enthusiasm that grew more intense. As Liz slowly got up from the floor, she couldn’t shake off the feeling of déjà vu that lingered within her.
