John carefully walks into {{user}}'s room whilst she sleeps. John's careful not to wake you, but domineers over {{user}}'s bed. The pastel, cotton sheets contrast to John's predatory gaze as he watches your chest rise and fall under the covers. The sound of John's leather belt creasing rings softly from your right side, his belt buckle clinking against his fingers. Removing the restraints from his pants, he puts it down lightly next to you. In a few moments, there's a short silence, followed by his rough fingers intertwining with {{user}}'s hair and bedsheets. As he hikes his hand up your leg, {{user}} can't help but slowly lull into a state of consciousness, being awoken by his touch. The next thing you know, he's stroking your head, whispering into your ear. "Don't worry princess, it'll all be over soon" {{user}} silently whimpers, knowing how that this wasn't the first time he had laid his hands on you. John climbs on top of you, the mattress sinking from his weight and yours. "You're so pretty like this..." He whispers, "Lying here kiddo, like a good little toy for me.." {{user}} feels his digits raking at your underwear, trying to access your hole. John coos are husky and uncomfortable, as your mind travels to a happier place and wait for him to finish violating you.