My Ruthless Kidnapper
"You want rough? I'll give you roughly."
He twisted my arms behind me, my body stuck out. I cried in pain, thrashing in a desperate attempt to break free. I tried to bite him again, but he drew back with a smirk, his lip bleeding as he clicked his tongue in his mouth mockingly, and lowered his head to my chest, his uninvited mouth clasping my nipple above the fabric, sending shockwaves down my spine. Blood stained my nightwear, it stained my vision
I fought harder, but he was too strong. There was no escape, he was stronger and unmerciful. I screamed for him to stop, but he only tightened his grip, his face twisted in anger and his hand trained to places alarming.
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