A Vicious Lie-Trusting Love
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Última publicación dom, ene 22, 2017
Prologue
Thud, thud, thud. The sound was deafening. Why did it sound so close? And why does the room seem like it's upside down?
At that moment I realized I was laying on my back with my head hanging off of some type of edge. I tried to sit up but the jerking motion caused that banging thud sound to return with even more force. That's when I realized the sound was in my head. I slowly sat up and saw that I was sitting on a bed. I didn't immediately recognize the room.
"What the hell?" I shouted as I looked at myself from the waist down. I had nothing on but a lace lavender bra.
"Uhhhh, uhhhh. Yea kiss me right there." I heard my voice but I wasn't talking. Slowly I turned around the room until I found the source of my voice. I stopped cold.
Playing on the television was a video of me riding some guy. I couldn't see his face. The angle of the camera was focused on my face and our bodies. All I could see of the man was a deep bronze skin color. His voice was deep as he gave me commands.
What is going on, I thought to myself. I looked at myself again and realized I felt sore all over, including between my legs. What the fuck happened to me?
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