My last thought before I fly into a blind rage is I suppose I asked for that. Though I thought you were a weakling, unwilling to do what was needed to fight back. I pull back, hands flying to my nose. "You're going to pay for that bitch." My fist comes up and this time there are no niceties about hitting you in the side, no slaps either. Cold fury makes me strike the beautiful face of my captive.
"Even if you knocked me out, what exactly where your plans?" Forcing my way in a little further. "I don't have a key, I get out when I say a code phrase."
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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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