A quick knife drag on my newly purchased jeans was all it took for him to strip me naked. Moistening my entrance with his saliva, he went it in and this time, without Mercy. Tap tap tap top was the only sound in the kitchen. Dragging my head and cursing into my ear, he warned me of the grave that was opened to rece my dead body if I ever made any attempt at letting people know, with a few more thrusts, he came inside me, cleaned himself up, and took one of his favorite collections, a knife...

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