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"Deysire, if it's money you want, I can write you a check, you can have my bank card."
I laughed at her.
"I don't want your money, undress!"
"What?"
"Undress."
She started removing the robe, revealing her black laced panties. She stood there looking terrified.
"Remove your panties and leave the heels on." I instructed.
"Please." She cried.
"Take them off!"
She removed them. I walked over to her and grabbed her by her hair.
"Show me to the living room." I demanded.
"Don't kill me." She cried
"Show me to the living room!"
She walked, trembling as I held my gun to her head.
We got to the living room and I punched her in the face. She fell to the floor and cried out "sorry."
"No, but you will be." I assured her.
I kneeled down beside her and forced her legs open and inserted my gun into her vagina. She cried out and then I rubbed my hand through her hair.
"Shh shh, Stephanie! This is your thing, women being violated. I know it was you that sent him to hurt me."
"I, I.... I'm sorry."
"I heard you the first time but what are you sorry for?" Is it for the attack? The days I spent locked into a bedroom, the nights I cried myself to sleep? WHAT IS IT, STEPHANIE?"
"Deysire, please." She cried.
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Desire
FanficDeysire Washington is a beautiful, smart and successful young woman who is getting ready to take a wild ride through life. This story is full of erotics, suspense and mystery.
