"Slut? My boyfriend told me to oh fuck oh damn, damn, I am in trouble," I cry. My hair getting yanked causes me to scream again. "No," I choke. "I won't." I feel the tight grip on my hair, and it hurts so damn bad. "Fuck, ok, ok! Please, sir, fuck me! I can't stand another minute of you not tearing my body to shreds and teaching me a lesson!" I cry, feeling blood dripping down my skull. I can't move, your body has me pinned and your hand is on a delicate spot. I feel so helpless, so alone, and there is no one willing to help.
Last edited by Little Sweet One; 09-16-2009 at 01:27 AM.
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