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“Yeah, tell that to the fucking cesspool of shit you just fucking dove into,” he grumbles and I deflate, closing my lips, thinking about how nasty flood water is. However, when his finger dips into my asshole, I tense up, arching my back like a bow, though that doesn’t stop him from going further.

In fact, it makes him force his finger deeper, eliciting a wail.

“If you don’t want it to hurt, then loosen the fuck up,” he hisses, and with a choked sob, I relax as much as I can while he inserts one finger, then two.Fuck!By the time he gets to three, I’m a blubbering mess. My head is wobbling as my pussy clenches unnaturally and my ass feels like it’s gaping.

I pant as he massages my ass walls for what feels like an eternity. By the time he stops to wash his hands and moves onto cleaning the rest of my body, my entire being feels off. I’m even out of it as he washes my hair.

“Get out,” he commands.

I step out, shivering on wobbly legs, groaning at how my asshole still feels open. He leaves and comes back with a towel. Meanwhile, I’m still shivering, chilled to the bone as he chucks a towel at me and bends down, throwing me a comb, some unused scrunchies, and a bottle of gorilla snot.Damn, now I know white people lived here…

“Wh-wh-what d-d-d-d-do y-you want m-me t-t-to d-d-d-do w-wit th?—”

“Get yourself together.” He looks at me and sneers.

“Wh-why d-do I n-need to get myself t-together?”

“I like having a pretty bitch to look at when I fuck her. Why else?” His words cut me until I look in the mirror, jumping back, thinking I seen a ghost, but no bitch.That’s me!

“Fine, then u-u-untie m?—”

“The rope stays.” He leans against the doorframe, and I glare.

“H-how?” I chatter, covering myself. “H-how d-do you exp-p-pect m-me to d-do th-that?”

“Beats me. Figure it out,” he answers dryly with a raised brow, and I shiver with hatred as I snatch up the comb and gel, putting my shit in a loose ponytail, not trying to get cute, but he stands there scowling.

“Redo it,” he mutters, stepping into the shower, and I feel the warm steam hit my cold body as I grit my teeth, wanting to kill this mother fucker.

“What?! Why?!” I balk and he looks me over. Honestly, I’m not sure how I’m standing against him. The fear he invokes is terrifying, but I’m not one to back down.

“You talk to fucking much. Re-fucking do it,” he says, and I swallow, trembling, turning back to the mirror and redoing it into a better ponytail. “Redo it.”

“I...” I snap my lips shut and grit my teeth, redoing, it this time in a slightly better style b?—

“Redo it,” he growls, getting out after a long, nice ass hot shower that I hate leaves him smelling good as hell…

“But—”

“I said re-fucking-do it,” he growls, leaving, stalking behind me, intimidating the hell out of me even though I don’t back down.

“Ughhh!” I growl and she chuckles mockingly as I turn with the rope still bound to my wrists and redo my hair.

“Redo it.”

Again…

“Redo it.”

Again…

“Redo it.”

Again…

“Redo it.”

Again…

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