I watch her, slowly swaying back and forth. Shaking in fear and exhaustion. Then she speaks to me, asking for some small comforts. I glare at her, not really wanting to hit her again. But I can't show weakness. Reaching out, I violently grab her wrists, and toss her down onto the bed. Stradling her hips and staring into her eyes.
"Marcie, stop trying to control this."
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I love it when a girl talks dirty. My favorites are, No, Stop, Please, and You're Hurting me.
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