"You liar.. "My heart stop.
Panic rush into my head but I was already helpless to struggle or scream.
"You stupid shit, you ruin everything again.. And now you will pay for it"
Those voices ring in my head. I felt like every single thing in this world is rejecting me.. And I couldn't help but feel the lump filled in my throat.
When he raise his hands on me I pressed my lids shut, accepting the bitter pain.
One.. Two..
"You stupid sandbag! Do what you did the best!! Cry for all fucking sake!!
"You fucking piece of shit!! "
I hold William's hands. "It's not me.. That's not me master.. " I felt tears streams down my face.. I forced myself to smile. My vision are blurred by my tears.. I couldn't tell how William looking at me right now
"I didn't do it.. Master.. Trust me.. stop.. Please stop.. " I hold his large hand with my trembling hands.
"Please.. Don't hit me..I love you.. "Now.. It's all a waiting game of where he will swing.. Whether he will let me go which only happens once in nine years of me enslaved by him.. Or another week of starvation.. Locked in a dog cage until I have to drink my own piss.. Or tortured in his torture chamber.. I let more tears streaming down my face.. Why am I being treated like this.. Why do I have to wake up everyday to survive this..
I sobbed in his grasp.
.. Miss Connel.. Mr Connel.. Cheryl.. Harry..
.. I'm so sorry..
In my whimpers suddenly I felt a hand on my cheek.. Not a punch.. It's not painful.. I blink several times to see.. But my tears won't stop forming.. My hope just crumble into pieces.. I was so disappointed in living
But now the hand wipe my tears with it's rough finger. And the angry grasp on my shirt softened. Instead of dropping to the floor or being grasped at my hair painfully I felt a strong hand lift me up and carry me without hurting me. I was scared if it will drop me down but it doesn't.. it carry me upstairs and the lights hurt my eyes. Before I know it I was landed on a very soft surface in a room.
It was a bed.. The bed I felt at Miss Connel house..
Am I dead..? Did they come to retrieve me back..? Or am I dreaming..? I couldn't tell, it feels so real to be a dream.. But I know, I know I am lying on a bed it feels so soft.. I miss this soft bed.. Warm.. And comfortable..
At those dreamy moments, I felt the bed pressured, I could hear nothing but my sobbed.. And I don't even bother to rub the tears off my blurry visions.. I wanted to rest.. I don't want to see anymore.. I had enough
Suddenly I felt my hands been pressed on the bed both sides of my head and I felt breathings at my face.
Someone is on top of me..?
I felt a kiss on lips.. It was soft but my bloody lips flinch with the wounds.. But the other lips start to kiss mine sloppily and pressing for entrance that I let it be.. I was kissed by hundreds of men and woman in my fifteen years old of living. I'm just a filthy cum dumpster.
It travel along my mouth slowly with the large tongue and now I felt the breath filled with lust. I stopped crying then I felt the kiss broke and travel along my neck.. My head pressed upwards, giving more space to be licked and kiss.. Yes I feel the pleasure.
It started to lick on me and torn my shirt open.. But this as not as rough, instead of people forcing me to take my clothes off or torn violently adding more fear into me.. the way of it has been done this time is different. As rough as it sounds but it didn't..
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I jerked when I came. I'm sure I mess the bed. But no one yelled at me or slap me. I allow myself to catch my breath. The room is so dark.. I couldn't tell which client of mine this would be.. Or is this a new client? But it felt so familiar
Slowly now it started to spread my legs, as much as I'm in pleasure I was scared because I'm still wounded from the previous sex.. I didn't tell William.. But someone assault me at the woods when I was on my way back from another sex service. I didn't fight because I was afraid of the knife he press on my neck.. It doesn't took long anyway.. That person was desperate to fuck someone, after two quick cums a military and a doggie he left me half naked in the bushes..
Now I'm afraid to spread my legs..
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