Lost in Moscow's Secret
“A video of you riding my cock would have been better, but regardless, you make a good show, kotyonok.”
This man wasn’t the one I came to know the past week. I realized now that “generous” man was nothing but a lie. Only someone sick could touch me, caress me, knowing all along I was just a pawn in whatever twisted game this was. I was so stupid. A stupid, naïve girl who’d walked right into a monster’s arms.
I winced when my muscles tightened, still feeling a sharp sting in the back of my neck from whatever he stuck me with.