She asked you to stop. To give her a minute to recuperate, angelic features now turned demonic. Your halo became horns right before her eyes. And come to think of it your eccentric sexual desires never quite matched her modest tendencies. And when you ripped the clothes from her delicate skin it was anything but a romantic, she lost her dignity that night. Knowing what you did wasn't right. Yet for some reason she stayed, and it was the most disrespectful thing she had ever done to herself. She willingly let you defile her body, wishing for just a bit of acceptance but she lost it all.