Handcuffs. Cold steel.
My thighs are bleeding. My eyes are welling, but I'll not give up. I'm strong. Powerful.
I was squashed. Shoulder to shoulder with two other girls and the man of my dreams whipping me, whipping them.
Whipping us.
I had a cut in my mouth, crying blood. But my body denied the serfdom. Sobbing, pleading, and then begging... who knew that such a handsome man could be so abusive? I wasn't terrified, I told myself. A scream echoed as he held one of the girls with his muscles and dragged her out. His muscles terrified me, but they made me swoon. And I couldn't help but imagine him in bed.
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