Anchor

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I wake up to a pain in my lower parts and the sound of skin slapping against skin. At first I don't really know what is going on, but when I hear his groans and moans filling the air I immediately know what is going on. And then the pain increases from one moment to another and I have to bite on my tongue to keep myself from screaming and pulling away. I don't want to open my eyes, but he must sense me being awake because he immediately grips my neck and starts to choke me.

Out of surprise I open my eyes and immediately want to close them again. I choke and try to fill my lungs with air, but nothing comes in because his grip is so tight. My fingers go to his hands, but I am unable to pry them off my neck. His thrusts get sloppier and I can feel him closing his climax. I know I should be clenching around him now, because else the pain will only get more intense for me, but I can't bring myself too. The pain is too strong and my vision gets worse by every passing second and I get weaker and can feel my face getting purple because of the lack of oxygen.

And suddenly his hands are off and I can finally breathe freely again and I want to sigh because of the relief, but then his hand is on my cheek and I hear the slap before I feel it. "You know what to do," he growls at me and raises his hand again, ready for another blow.

I immediately oblige, fearing the consequences. He groans and then I feel a sticky fluid filling my hole. I want to retch.

Soon after that, he leaves me and I feel empty again. He slaps me one last time before picking up his clothes and telling me to 'start working, whore'.

I want to curl up into a ball, but know that I can't.

Instead, I let a few tears fall before I slowly stand up and go to the bathroom to get rid of the dirt on me.

It's the only thing that helps me feel better, although it isn't really the most helping thing in the world.

But I try. I really do.

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