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“Do you think I can’t tame that pussy?” he smirks, and I snort.

“Oh, I’m fucking sorry, are you asking me do I think a nigga who more than likely escaped from prison can tame me?” I roll my eyes, and he throws his head back laughing. I want to karate chop his throat and run, but where the fuck am I going to go in this weatherandin the woods in the dead of the fucking night?

“First off, who the fuck said I give a fuck about tamingyou?” He steps up, running the knife down my belly, forcing a shudder to escape me while he cups my pussy and slides his fingers into my wetness, grinning devilishly. “I said this pussy…” He hooks his fingers inside of me and my knees damn near buckle, but I lock these mother fuckers because I refuse to let him see me sweat.

However, I’m fucking mortified when a moan escapes my lips, and wetness leaks down onto his fingers. “Oh yeah, this pussy is mine.” He sloshes his fingers around, leaving me breathless, scared, and ashamed.

“A-ain’t shit on m-me yours,” I speak out, fisting my hands in an act of defiance, but I might as well have not said anything at the way he snorts a chuckle at me.

“Sure, Birdie, keep telling yourself that.” He pulls his fingers from me, and I watch as he stares at me with mocking eyes. He sniffs his fingers before running his tongue over my juices and eventually slurping on them, humming. “Water…” he curls his lips disgusted, and I grit my teeth, seething.

“Water what?”

“Your pussy tastes like water, Birdie. I don’t like it,” he voices in a monotone way and I balk, offended.

“I… isn’t that wh-what the fuck a healthy pu… vagina supposed to ta… uhm… smell like?!” I blink, mind spinning.

“Fuck no. My bitch pussy is supposed to taste like me, smell like me, and mold to me,” he smiles, sucking harder, cleaning his fingers with a brutal groan. This mother fucker is beautiful… he’s a devil! He’s sinful and shameful! I hate how good this nigga look sucking my cum from his fingers. “But that’s okay, I’ll change that starting tonight.”

“Huh?” I take a step back, heart about to pop out from my chest as I admonish myself for rubbing my clit to him.

“Lay down,” he growls, and my throat clogs up.

“Excuse me?”

“Birdie, don’t fucking make me repeat myself.” He steps close, grasping my face roughly and I try to fight him off, but he slams the knife into the table next to us so fucking hard the solid oak wood cracks, and my legs go weak. He glares at me, licking his lips, eyes locked in on mine. “Rule number one, Birdie, Daddy fuckingabhorsrepeating himself.” He takes the candle from my trembling hands, sitting it next to the knife, not even taking his eyes from me.Daddy? Birdie? The fuck?

As scared as I am, my pride won’t allow me to let up.He’s unarmed… I’m not a weak bitch. I can pro—His eyes gravitate to my mouth, where he slowly runs a thumb over my bottom lip before pressing his nail deep, cutting it. I wince and try to fight my way out of his grasp again, but he snatches me up by the neck.

“Birdie, I will fuck you up if you keep playing with me, but since you’re new here, I’ll repeat myself once more. Lay. The. Fuck. Down,” he whispers through clenched teeth, and I don’t know how, but that damn whisper has a bitch shaking in her boots more than anything.

Maybe because even though I have elevated significantly in life since being born and raised in the hood, I know a quiet mother fucker is the one you want to watch out for. The loud ones be all bark no bite, but this mother fucker… it doesn’t seem like it matters whether he’s loud or quiet.He’ll have his way no matter what.

So as incensed as I may be, survival is my only mission. I can’t afford to have pride when dealing with a fucking psychopath. I need to put this big brain to use even if not right now… I know I can find a way out this mother fucker at some point.

Fuck pride when my life is on the fucking line. With unshed tears, I spin on my heel and make the few steps to the large, made-up, Queen-sized bed and inspect it for dust. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye to see he’s watching my every move, but I don’t care.

I grab the pillow as he reaches for the knife, and I smack the cushion against the bed as hard as I can several times. A cloud of dust perforates the room, causing me to sneeze before throwing the pillow back at the head of the bed.

I grasp the sheets that are surprisingly tucked in professionally and flap them mother fuckers out, ridding the dust and debris from them before I climb on the bed. For a brief second, I consider being slick and getting under the cover, but I think this mother fucker would cut me if I playedtooslow on the uptake.

I lay on my back, hands crossed over my fucking body like Dracula, eyes closed, just knowing I’m about to die, but he bursts out in laughter.

“What the fuck was that?” he questions, and I don’t even bother opening my eyes.

“I’on want no yeast infection from the dust,” I tell him honestly, and hell if he wasn’t laughing so fucking hard before he’s damn sure laughing manically now.

“You’re funny, Birdie. First an STD and now yeast infections… what the fuck? But I like that, even though it’s the last thing you should be worried about since I’m going to fuck this pussy raw. I’ll give you kudos for the entertainment,” he sighs, and I hear him shuffling around, opening drawers before he stops.

“But the fun and games are over. Face down, ass up, Birdie. And I advise you not to act like you don’t know what the fuck I want to see,” he growls. I open my eyes, scowling to see him crossing his bulging tattooed arms over his chest, which is also fully inked up. I also see he’s no longer naked, but wearing black jeans that to my shock fit him surprisingly well despite his massive physique.

They remain unzipped, unbuttoned, and unbuckled, though, as if he believes there’s no need to even do them up, and the thought sends chills down my spine.

“If you value those fucking eyes of yours, I suggest you be quick about it, Birdie. Daddy’s hungry,” he growls, and I grip the sheets, biting my lip hard as fuck.There he is with that fucking disgusting ass Daddy word again!

I glare back at him, holding back the curse I want to let out as goosebumps spread over my flesh as I slowly flip onto my stomach, closing my eyes tight as I can. I place my knees up, curling into a ball, heart racing. I know I said fuck pride, but…this is so fucking humiliating!I guess I take too fucking long because I feel a hard smack on my ass that resounds in the room like thunder. My body being wet only intensifies the sting.

“Face. Down. Ass. The. Fuck. Up,” he demands, sending a shiver through me because this mother fucker really ain’t playing.

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