[She wants to believe he means that. That he'd feel lucky and that she's in any way special beyond the horrors done to her. But deep down she doesn't. So she's quiet at first. The praise hurts almost as much as she yearns for it...

And then he's talking about fucking her and any thought about her self-loathing disappears because her brain is having no part in this right now after that. Her breath catches.] I'd like you to fuck me. Very much. I bet you could do it right too... hard, like I like it.

[And she might even let him lead like he is now. Usually she'd be the ones giving orders. Her finger slides around her cunt one more time before she brings it to her mouth, trying to be loud enough that he'll her tongue licking them.] Are you touching yourself yet?