Barely Breathing

Barely Breathing

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'Are you okay?' 'Not even close.' The only problem was no-one ever asked. ================== My name is Emily Frost. I'm seventeen years old. With my father's death by cancer five years ago and my mothers head on collision last May I now have no parents and am forced to live alone with my once step-father. It's now December 27th 2015 and I'm barely breathing. *** Younger Readers Advised This Contains Abuse and Other Violence Related Scenarios. This is my first completed story so sorry if it sucks. I wrote it when I was 13 my writing is becoming more advanced as time progresses. Also understand that it is a rough draft. All rights reserved. If defendant is accused of copyright with evidence they shall be punished by the court of law.
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𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||

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