I don't know how long I was laying on that table until a door opens and I can hear a familiar voice talking to the man.
"How was your day Krista." The man asked as my eyes widened in realization.
I was in Johnny Silverstones house, the house of my middle school tormentor...
Oh this was gonna be fun (Note the sarcasm)
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Stolen Innocence (Femslash)
Teen FictionI'm seventeen years old, never had a boyfriend, never been kissed, and most importantly never had been laid. When someone finds me and takes me home in a blizzard only I never make it home. The guy brings me into a house and takes something that I w...
