Tifa Lockhart's eyes snapped open, and she immediately regretted it. The room was pitch black, and she couldn't see a thing. She struggled against the restraints binding her wrists above her head, but they were tight and unyielding.
"What the fuck is going on?" she muttered, her voice hoarse from sleep. She tugged harder at the ropes, her heart racing as panic set in.
The sound of footsteps echoed through the darkness, and Tifa stilled. She squinted, trying to make out a figure in the shadows.
"You're not going anywhere, Tifa," a voice said, smooth and amused.
Tifa's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the voice. Sephiroth.
"Let me go, you sick bastard!" she spat out, her voice shaking with anger.
Sephiroth chuckled and walked closer, his footsteps deliberate. Tifa could see him now, a dark silhouette against the blackness. He ran his fingers through her hair, and Tifa flinched.
"I'll let you go when I'm done with you," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Tifa's heart raced as Sephiroth began to undress her, his fingers tracing her skin. She tried to fight him off, but he was too strong.
"Drink up, Tifa. You're going to need it," he said, his voice filled with amusement as he poured wine into his mouth and then held it over her lips, forcing her to drink from him.
Tifa choked on the wine, spitting it out. "You disgusting pig!" she screamed at him.
Sephiroth laughed and began to massage Tifa's body, his hands kneading her muscles. She tried to resist, but it felt too good.
"You smell delicious, Tifa," he said, his voice filled with desire as he leaned in and tasted her armpits, his tongue exploring her skin.
Tifa's mind was reeling. She hated Sephiroth, but she couldn't deny the way her body responded to him. She was his woman now, whether she liked it or not.
"You're mine now, Tifa," Sephiroth said, a satisfied smile on his face.
Tifa felt a mix of emotions - anger, shame, and something else she couldn't quite identify. She hated him, but she couldn't deny the way her body felt.
"No, stop!" she cried out as Sephiroth's hands wandered lower, but it was too late.
Afterwards, Sephiroth leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face.
Tifa felt a mix of emotions - anger, shame, and something else she couldn't quite identify. She hated him, but she couldn't deny the way her body responded to him.
"You're mine now, Tifa," Sephiroth said, his voice filled with confidence.
Tifa couldn't believe what was happening to her. She hated Sephiroth, but she couldn't deny the way her body felt. She was his woman now, whether she liked it or not.
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