„Why? Why do you hate me this much?" My eyes watered and my entire body ached from the previous beating. But I had to know the truth before I died.
„Who knows? Maybe it's the way you gaze at other people, as if you were something better than them. Or the fact that you let him into your life? Or maybe I just like to squash insolent, unfaithful pests under my soles?"
His laugh was cold as ice while he pressed his foot with brute force against my crotch, making me wince and gasp from the pain. I couldn't do anything to fend him off, not with my body being tied to a chair and my hands behind my back.
What was about to come was just as painfully clear to me as my own inferiority against this man: He would rape me, then mess me up with the knife he held in his hand. And then he would slice my throat and kick my sorry corpse out into the dark streets, presumably in front of his house, so that he would see the destruction inflicted to my body. To make him suffer, too.
Or maybe he wouldn't give a damn, and just fuck the next guy catching his attention. Who knew. He had never said he loved me, and to die because of someone who might not even care about me, was the worst part of this entire ordeal.
Had I only listened to my gut, and never given in to the temptation... Now it was too late for regrets, and I could only blame myself for being too damn naive...
Had it really just been four months since my life hadtaken a turn from bad to worse?
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RUSH-HOUR - Never fall for a Yakuza (BL, mxm, bxb, SAMPLE)
RomansaStifling my moans and gasps with one of my hands, I was determined not to show him any signs of pleasure. „So stubborn! You are even cuter than I imagined." Being titulated as cute repeatedly triggered some resistance within me. I wasn't some pomer...
