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"You heinous bitch…" "I'm heinous?" Quincy laughed coolly. "You did this to me!" Greg suddenly seized her neck with both hands, but he was already drained of any strength. Quincy knew he could not do a thing, and remained utterly calm, even laughing as she watched him with eyes cold and indifferent. "Even if I die, you're definitely coming with me." She knew that there was no going back after things had come to this. "I've never been abused or humiliated by anyone before, but some young bitch did that to me today, all because of you."

After Friday’s outcome he hadn’t seen or heard from her and now it was after lunch he really wanted to be able to touch base with her and make sure she was still on board and double check she was okay after what Cory said. It was quite obvious to him now that Quinn had suffered or was suffering from some sort of trauma, possibly from her childhood, she had said she was born in Boston but that didn’t mean much. It was the way she flinched, the way she was suddenly quiet or polite to dispel any confrontation with men. He sighed and berated his own invasive thoughts as they pointed out the fact she would make a great sub…

“Jesus, how the hell did that come up? Women shouldn’t know—don’t want to know about business and the dirty shit we do.” “She had no problem with me being a killer, it didn’t seem to bother her at all. It was the trafficking she had a problem with. The revulsion on her face…” A shudder runs through me at the memory of her beautiful face twisted with emotion. Christ, I never want to see her look at me like that ever again.

She trusts you already. I smiled despite everything. We talked with her over breakfast. The girl was sharp and scared but hungry for family. She told us bits about Marcus keeping her locked away showing her pictures of Nico to taunt her. My heart broke and mended at the same time watching Nico fight tears as he held her. Dante cleaned his wounds nearby jaw tight. Leo planned our next strike. Victor wont stop I said later as we gathered. He wants me as his perfect daughter and tool against you all. But Im not his. Im yours and Im fighting with you.

Her screams echoed through the entire restroom. By the time someone helped her up, her face was completely destroyed. Luckily, there were security cameras all along the hallway. Everything that happened was clearly recorded, and it proved that Quinn had done this to herself. Later, I heard that the acid had burned her eyes, leaving her permanently blind. The skin on her face also became wrinkled and warped; she looked like a monster. Wherever she went, children would run away from her. They would cry, "The monster's here! The monster's here!"

"I belong to you!" He howled as he buried his face against her neck and dug his teeth deep into her shoulder, continuing to thrust inside of her and bringing himself to climax as well. The pain of his bite mixed with the sensations he was creating for her, and soon enough she climaxed, her body jerking violently under the strain of the silken bindings. Quin was limp and incapable of closing her legs, hiding her face; her hands were bound to the headboard, while her feet were spread toward the footboard. She felt broken, abused, and surprisingly complete.