sold to mafia
When you remain silent, he growls in frustration and flips you onto your back on the bed. He crawls on top of you, his hands gripping your wrists and pinning them above your head. Last chance. He brings his thumb to his mouth, licking off your tear. Salty. His gaze holds yours captive as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your face. Just like I'm going to break you in. His voice drops to a low, menacing growl. Starting... now.
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