The Aftermath

The Aftermath

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"Why are you like this? Who hurt you?" He questioned, his eyes turning dark as he stared into mine. His voice was harsh, but not accusing. "We were just trying to do something nice for you." "Oh my 7th birthday, I got a beating as a gift. And on my 8th, my mother died. Let's just say birthday's aren't my thing." I spat, pushing him with all my might. With little resistance, he moved aside as I stormed out of the room. Tears flooded my eyes as the memories I had tried so hard to repress washed back over me. It was like I was spiraling down into Alice's rabbit hole. WARNING: This book does contain mentions of physical abuse.
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[COMPLETED] "You were mine the second you stepped foot in my club. He growled into my ear making my whole body burn with need. "Knees. Now." My knees threatened to bend and fall to the ground, but I have to stand my ground, I can't back out now. He promised punishment and I wanted to see just how much he was willing to let me take. "I don't belong to anyone but myself." I snapped back, surprised that it came out of my mouth. "You have one more chance. Knees." His eyes were no longer it's regular light color but now almost completely black and full of lust as I stood still, not moving an inch. "Wrong move baby," he chuckled, "if you want to act like a brat then you'll be treated like one too." He wraps a hand around my throat pulling me closer and whispers in my ear,- "I'm going to have your sweet voice begging and begging for me and when I finally let you have it, you'll have it over and over again to the point you'll be begging for me to stop." I gulped and then nodded, this was going to be a long night. "Words my love." He chuckled at the sight of me trembling with his hand around my throat, tightening it. "Y-yes sir." Was all I managed to splurr out. What was once a strong independent woman who stood her ground, was a girl who was wanting and begging to be punished. "I want you naked, kneeling and waiting for me in your bedroom, I have some work to take care of. I'll be there after." Then without another word, he walked away. ------

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