-N-no.- The mastermind had her hands under his shirt, while she leaved small marks on his neck, without csring about her hostage complains.- Do-don't continue with this.
-This time I won't let you go that easy, come on, let me take you and make you feel good.~- A few time has passed, enough to make the lack of food left him defendless.
-I don't wa-want to do this, stop it please.
-Aw, what are you gonna do for making me leave you?- Without knowing, the model had made Makoto got to a limit.
-Why do you continue doing me this!? I even worth something for you!?- Inmediatly, Junko pushed him, trowing him to the floor.
-I'm treating you like what you are, a worthless thing, than only is used to let others use your body, or do you think youre something else?
Naegi stood silence for a moment. It was true what her attacker was saying? He only served for the disturbing goals of someone else?
He tried to stood up, getting another push, from his position, he could see Enoshima leaving the room, leaving him alone. At least he was safe, right?
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RandomCLARIFICATION: If you are here to consume this story as erotic content, I will ask you to leave, please. This story does not have those intentions, and the fact that someone seeks to consume it for those purposes goes against both the messages that...
