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"I..I nee..d to leave," she said trembling trying really hard to hide her fear as he inched closer towards her. He cut the phone call and an unknown emotion flashed in his eyes before it was masked away.

"I... I did..not... see anything, ple...ase don't kill me," she said fearstricken seeing the change in his facial expressions. She flinched away from his touch as he tried to wipe her tears.

"I will..not ..tell any...one , I pro..mise."

"I'll make it fast." Her pupils dilated further in fear as he pulled out something from his back pocket.

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"You had a problem with the shirt well I'll not wear it," she said taking off the torn black shirt that she loved. She started walking towards the door in her black bra and opened it slightly before it was pushed and locked shut by Dan, who had marched after her seeing her walk towards the door instead of her wardrobe.

"Where on earth are you going like that?"

"To the party."

"In a bra? Are you fucking out of your mind?

"Yes, you had a problem with the shirt, well its no more so now there ought to be no issue." Her statement ignited fire in Dan's eyes and he pushed her roughly against the door and forecully kissed her. She tried pushing against his chest and removing his lips from hers, however he cupped her face with one hand and opened the jeans button and zip with the other.

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She had been trying to find the source when all of a sudden her eyes fell upon Mustafa sitting across from them on the barstool drinking liquor and staring at them. He chugged the last sip of his drink and started fingering a girl whose back was to Feef while staring at Feef. She instantly felt grossed out witnessing the scene infront of her so she turned her face towards Dan and concentrated on him.

Seeing the disgusted expression on Feef's face got Mustafa smirking for he thought payback's a bitch. He was disgusted seeing them eat each other's face and fondle each other.

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