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up, S

er, and satisfied howls fill the

t stands before me— the string of cusses at the tip

ead, I get up, brushing my butt as I begin to walk

hink you're going, whore

my hand away from his grip, gla

ouch me, do you

quiets down— everyone concentrated on the

s the

is now the dungeon— I have been trying to stay low. Stay out of the crisis, and not cause any scenes. Do what they ask of me, and then r

just doesn't stay away from me, and somehow I end up g

e n

the packhouse once they are done obliterating it, and trust me when I say

he plates, and the cups while they laugh around, and play like it's a special extravaganza. Until

se most of my skin, and probably my inner thighs anytime I bend down to grab something— flashing m

proval just because she belongs to a lower status than you— scratch that— jus

er-fuckin

t talk back

peaks in my throat from how huge he looks looming over me, but that won't stop me

think you are to ta

f, finally losing my patience.

rifies me, but the way the words slips through my mouth boldly says another thing, "You do not call a woman you've never fucked, neither caught fuck

wly watch the man before me turn into something else. Somet

wo

of my neck, pressing his ridiculously long nails to the

s digging deeper into my skin as the seconds' pass, drawing blood from me, and forcing a wince out of me as I fight to get out

Say anything you want, and get away with it? L

at me, seeming pleased at the fact that he's got them behind him,

ou go after disrespecting him that much, but I won't take that from you. You

, and it works as I stop struggling against him, me

compared to his, but I do know he wouldn't have me gripped lik

and reject her too many times despite her st

aps a little strength just to shove this man away from me, but nothin

f is begging me! What do yo

and that isn't blocking the air from my lungs, towards

eg you, you s

ze returns to me;

starts to lift me, before throwing me across the room, and

make you feel the nastiest of painful pleasure while having you scream my name

them agreeing to his words, while other

verely for disrespect

! Do

es to talk back at me! I

es

o his face— and as he raises his hand to grab hold of me again, a hand

do you think