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I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

I couldn't help but feel embarrassed as his intense gaze continued to explore my body. After a moment, he tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his piercing blue eyes. I felt heat coursing through my veins, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. Unable to hold his gaze, I lowered my eyes, struggling to understand the strange sensations he ignited within me. I was supposed to despise this man who had kidnapped and threatened me into marriage. I shouldn't allow him to touch me or enjoy his caresses. And yet, here I was, my body responding to his in ways I couldn't control. This ruthless man had not only imprisoned me, but he had also caged my heart, my desires, and my very being.

I was prompted to look into a room ahead through the window and gasped out in shock at what I saw. Three girls were tied to the headboard in their birthday suit as they were forced to please a scar faced man... While four others were forced to caress him and clean up after him. " No... I can't keep watching this! I can't! " I kept shaking my head hysterically... I was forced to open up my eyes when I heard a girl's scream. I watched as a girl was forcefully marked on the chest with a dragon... Despite her screams as the hot object burnt her body... She wasn't left alone...

The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy filled the room. She came again, her pussy pulsing around his thick shaft. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, making her moan his name. Her juices coated his cock and ran down her legs. Professor Kane kept fucking her through it, not slowing down. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back slightly, making her back arch more. “Again,” he demanded. “Come on my cock again.”

Seeing the bone made the mastiffs' eyes light up. Lunging at Samuel with gaping jaws, the mastiffs tore one of his arms off in an instant. The one that snatched the bone gnawed on it hungrily, while the other focused on tearing chunks of flesh off Samuel's body. Samuel's gut-wrenching scream filled the air. Still, Heather's face was as cold and merciless as ever. She said to Samuel, "The pain you're feeling is nothing compared to what Christopher endured. Drag him out. Send him to hustle at a shady club.

Melanie opened it and found that the video of her slapping herself had been shared in several group chats. [She looks like a stray dog no one wants!] [Isn’t she just Ken’s lapdog? If Ken told her to eat dirt, she would.] Screenshots from the group chats spread online, fueling the excitement of Ken and Jennifer’s fans. [Who is this mistress getting what she deserves? (smirks)] [Ken truly loves his wife. He’s so ruthless to this gold-digger! I love it!] [Stick to being a screenwriter! Why try to be a mistress? Did you really think Ken, the ultimate boyfriend, would put up with your nonsense? Serves you right!]

He did call once, just to accuse me of attempted murder. His voice exploded through the phone, filled with rage. "You're insane, Rachel! You could've killed someone! Ivy almost died because of you. Stay in the hospital and reflect on what you did. If you pull something like that again, I won't hesitate to send you to a psych ward!" Ivy must have twisted the whole story and played the victim perfectly in front of him, but I did not care anymore. She used Jay's social media to post her own photos and updates—candlelight dinners, luxury vacations and business banquets. She said it was compensation by Jay for her injuries.

In the center of the room, on a massive leather sofa, a brutal scene was unfolding. It’s him, Rouge. The eldest of three. He was completely naked, his massive, heavily scarred back flexing with terrifying power. He was standing between the spread legs of a beautiful, frantic woman who was lying flat on the cushions. He had her hips locked in his massive hands, lifting her off the leather as he drove his hardened d*ck completely inside her with savage, unrelenting force. He wasn't making love. Is he? The woman whimpered loudly, her nails digging into his heavily muscled arms. “Rouge... harder, please—”

A video file appeared on the center screen, timestamped the night of the fire: December 14, 2016 - Project Initialization. I clicked it. The footage was grainy, but the horror was high-definition. It showed my father’s private study. He was on his knees, blood pouring from a jagged gash on his forehead, his hands zip-tied behind his back. Standing over him was a man whose face was obscured by a digital haze—a shimmering, shifting void—but his posture was unmistakable. Arrogant. Intellectual. Utterly devoid of human empathy.

I choked out, bending forward and raising my knees as I fought the urge to spill. “Anything?” I nodded frantically, only to realize he couldn't see me, “yes yes, fuck!” I screamed, slipping off the seat as hard grunts came from the screen. “You can” With that, the lights came on but this time, it wasn't from inside the box but from outside the box revealing over two hundred nude men of different body sizes, cock sizes, heights width watching me. I gasped but the body on the screen was thrashing from choking on a cock and some men were slamming into each other outside the box.