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"Why are you doing this to me? Why can't I study?" You questioned, helpless.

His eyes follows your moving lips.

He pecks it, "because you're a women, your place isn't in a buisness attire," he pecks your trembling lips again. "Your place is under me,-"

Thud!

You slapped him before he could even finish his sentence. The slap didn't hurt him and you're aware of that, what hurt him is his ego.

He disgusts you.

"-naked, fucking you." He slammed his fist on the glass table making it crack. His voice screamed terror, as he completes his sentence.

You screamed in fear. Cowering under him , his venomous words reluctantly ringing inside your head. His eyes bloodshot red, glaring at you.

You wouldn't dare move as if he has pinned you down with his wrathful glare.

The glass underneath your body cracked as he leaned closer indicating it will break into millions of tiny pieces, that could be the death of you.

"Stop," you stuttered, humiliation sipping through your entire body at the position, he wouldn't loosen his hold on your inner thigh making it impossible for you to break free.

You looked for his blazing eye's, pleading him to stop as his hand grazed your inner thigh, moving down on the soft flesh,

You sobbed as he palmed your ass.

His dark eye's hardly showed any emotions.

The moment he squeezed it, you jerked your hips forward, "Stop please let me go!" You yelled at him, hands down to rip his apart.

He grope your hip and placed you down on the table keeping you in place, humiliation ripped through your body, you grabbed his tshirt tightly, almost ripping it apart.

He closed his distance over you.

He seems to enjoy every single moment of it, touching varius intimate parts on your delicate body, seeking reaction out of you, playing them as he pleases.

Your emotions mattered nothing to him.

What a sadist.

He neared his face till his lips touches your earlobe,  you closed your eyes tight in fear as he sucks on it,

"You're going to shut-Fuck," he released his grip on your hip as he groaned backwards in pain,

Yes you somehow managed to kick him down where the sun don't shine.

Falling to the ground, he cursed a rivery of swear word.

You didn't even glanced backwards, at the havoc that's creating to be relished. you made a run towards the door.

This can't be your end, he can't snatch your purity like this.

Your freedom, your dignity, your everything.

He can't snatch you away from yourself, your life, that connects your parents, your friends, he can't hold you captive in this hell of a house.

You'll tell everything, everything to your father, no matter if he goes bankrupt.

'You are selfish,'

A voice, messages you inside the absence of your mind.

'After raising you up well mannered, you're performing this for your parents?'

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