Breathe Me, Bratva King
Estina
Two men stormed in, their expressions full of malice and nefarious plans. Smirking and sneering, they crept closer and closer. Without a warning, they were suddenly there. Real and present danger had me trembling again.
"Time to rough you up, little bitch," one taunted.
"Time to fuck you up," the other said, chuckling as he reached for the zipper to his pants.
No!
No! No, no, no!
I scrambled back, held in place by my ropes tied to the floor. It wouldn't make a difference, but my instinct of fight or flight reared to the surface. I couldn't just lie here. Being a victim wasn't supposed to be part of my life!
Bab Populer