"You're still a long way from hell." He said calmly. "So what will it be, barbie?"

"Get on your knees." I hesitate, my legs shaking with fear and uncertainty. "I said get on your knees!" I quickly do as I'm told, waiting as he unbuttons his pants and slides them down his legs. Tears stream down my face as he grabs my chin and forces my mouth open. "Stop crying whore. Besides, you should be used to this by now." He's right. I am just a whore. I should be used to this.