MIA He is looking at me in the mirror. "You have zero choice, shorty. It is either you ready....." He placed another kiss on my shoulder. I whimpered. "Or you ready," He added, holding me tighter. "Let me go....ple....." He turned me around speedily, picked up and placed on the counter effortlessly, forcing a terrified whimper out of me as my trembling hands rested on his chest unknowingly. His lust-filled icy blue eyes felt like those of a monster and they could rip out my soul right now. As much as they could rip my dress. Terror washed over me at the thought. "I ask again, white girl." He said, placing his hands on my sides on the counter, trapping me completely. I pushed my body back a bit, my hands shielded me as another tear rolled down my face. "You ready for me?" God, he doesn't even care about my tears. I lowered my gaze. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist instantly. I whimpered in both shock and terror. "Answer my fucking question, damn it!
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