" Miss Valentine, if you'd like to make your way quickly and quietly, we'll make sure you're fully" he paused, looked me up and down then decided to cockily continue "taken care of."
He stood there looking like he owned the world when in fact, he was clearly was just working for someone who most certainly does.
He started to slowly take large paces towards me, reaching out like i was a lion stalking his only meal left in this terrorising world.
Sweat glistened down my forehead and I could feel my chest constricting; I felt light headed. Everything in my peripheral vision went black, but before I felt myself going into a complete panic attack, I saw the same icy, clam blue eyes and then the same dominating silk voice pierced through the clammy air.
" Boy, I said collect her not harass her! Go, fuck off, you've done more bad that good! You're lucky." Again, his main facial expression was back- a cold hard glare - and it didn't even surprise me but what did surprise me was the last part of what he said ' you're lucky' because why would they be lucky. no explanation followed , clearly I was in the dark about something but considering my state right now, I'm way to fucking tired for this shit.
I was slowly regaining my sight and the beaming neon lights were back to blinding me once more.
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Pain was my Pleasure
Любовные романыFeeling my breath slip away as he held my throat tight in his veiny large hands, made my stomach twist balancing on the line of pleasure and pain, my pussy wept for attention, my eyes rolled back inside my head. All because his hand was wrapped aro...
