I'm trapped, trapped in your leg hold Leaning on my hands, I try to withdraw from it.
Small beads of sweat run down my body while I brace myself against the impending defeat.
Your fingers fuck me incessantly, I moan, I am powerless against your superiority.
Look in faces that cheer me on, telling me to break free.
But I also look into faces that see with satisfaction how you finish me.
My strength dwindles noticeably, the more I try and can't escape your dominance.
Smacking your fingers move inside me, in a certain way preparing me for the agreed stake.
I bite my lip, my muscles clearly showing under my skin as it resists defeat.
But my strength is not infinite, my muscles ache and begin to tremble.
And then I see it.
You are superior to me, I will not be able to win this fight and raise my right hand to tap and I say the damning words "i ......"