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Ahemmm...FUCK YOU RACISTS!

I felt Hades pick me up in his arms filling my nostrils with the scent of his cologne, once the car halted at the front gate of the De'Marco estate

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I felt Hades pick me up in his arms filling my nostrils with the scent of his cologne, once the car halted at the front gate of the De'Marco estate.

I could tell he was angry and raging within. I could feel it in his step. My face was resting in between the space of his shoulder connecting to him neck. He had a little mole there. Just a little black dot.

I stated into it without any movement if my eyes.

The only thing I saw when my eyes closed was Sim's smirking face. The only words that rang in my ears was how he called me filthy names and how he laughed.

All o saw was my dress tearing, my gun being thrown away, my body being touched while I couldn't but cry.

I felt so week. I felt the disgust penetrated my skin and mixed with the blood. I felt dirty.

Hades, sat me down on a soft surface. It was black dominated room with black silken sheets. He came back a moment later carrying something.

"Here." He said softly. I've never heard him talk softly. He moved and took the blanket covering my shoulder. I winced.

He looked up at me with eyes that possibly showed pity.

Pity.

He proceeded to move the jacket of his that I was wearing.

"Don't." I winced again.

He looked up at me again. Then nodded as if understanding.

But he didn't. He didn't understand any if it.

He didn't get any of it.

The clothes taken away against wishes, the foreign almost inside. It wasn't him.

It wasn't him almost raped.

I could feel Sim's hand still all over me. I could feel his hands cupping my breast and assaulting them, calling me a slut over and over again as my body without my choice reacted to him.

"Do you want a shower? A bath?" Hades asked.

Out of anything I wanted to wash Sim's touch away from me. I wanted his traces gone from my body.

"Bath." I whispered back.

"I'll run you a bath, can you walk?" He asked.

I nodded getting up from the bed, my bare feet meeting with the soft plush also black carpet.

I walked the short length of space behind Hades to his bathroom.

He turned the tap on while I stood beside him. He dropped a couple of drops of bath oil into the warm water and it started to foam instantly.

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